Chapter 81: 80: Battle of Felridge hold (End)
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Bhok Bone Carver POV
"No No No this are not Omub's warriors!!"I yelled out in frustration.
"Little Chief, it's is better you retreat while we hold them back." A Kobold I could not remember his name offered.
'Tch...I'll be mocked by my brothers for sure' was all I thought of as I observed the battle once again.
The plain was littered with wounded fighters, carnage and blood. Red and gray were the only colors of what was once a vast, rich plain, which has now become the stage of a ruthless battle.
"Aaaargh!!" a goblin Archer wailed right before it's death.
This scene strengthened my heart in order to run away, "I'm leaving!!... Better be anywhere but here!!Bhok can't die, Bhok with never die"
The air which would normally be rich with scents from the grass is now glowing red with fire and thick with smoke, ash and embers, there's no coming back from this, Igurg is gone.
the two groups fight each other with complete hatred, but it's clear who will win. Our wounded were too spread around the already destroyed village and the faces of the warriors were grim with horror and gloom, but they force themselves to fight nonetheless,
'that's what you are meant for after all' I thought as I crawled passed a ruined wall.
BOOOM!!!
An explosion happened not too far from me and I was smacked against a wall, only for the wall to crash as well!.
Dru dud dud!
"Ugh, kuhu kuhu!" My throat burned sharply as I couldn't help coughing furiously.
With the rush of victory coursing through their bodies the enemy side fights even harder and with more tenacity. My useless warriors began to ignore Gurik's words, Some succ.u.mbed to hysteria and are barely able to force their bodies in motion, while others just wish all this was over as they went on their knees...
"Kriiii Kriii!!!!"
"Up!! Fight!! fight for little Chief!!" Gurik's roar fell on deaf ears and I don't think anyone sees me!
'crawl crawl crawl' I mumble, 'How disgraceful, an Orc like me!!... crawling away from battle'.
"Bhok does not care" I muttered slowly as I crawled away even faster.
It's clear debris, rubble and bodies have taken the place of grass, shrubs and trees.
"Aaaargh!!" Gurik's wail came shortly after and I couldn't help looking.
"a Halfling?!!!" My voice came out in shock, much louder than intended. Her short body stabbed Gurik repeatedly with a short sword and her pale blue eyes seemed to glow.
'w... when did the Dregu get such a warrior' The Halfling killed Gurik like he was a little Gob!.
'Crawl...Crawl' I crawled faster into the most when I heard a voice.
"Ah! another one" I looked at where the voice came from and another Halfling with a stick smacked it towards my head.
"Wait, wait, wait!!" with a scream, I dodged her attacks twice but, "Stay still" She kicked me and...KPAH!!!.
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Gigar's POV,
Felridge Hold Periphery,
"Is this really an Orc??" I asked Largash doubtfully as we dragged the unconscious Orc back to the other prisoners.
For some reason, Largash felt it was much better to capture them alive and take them back to the tribe.
"He is..." She said while rolling her eyes but I still doubted it, as the picture of the young orc crawling around in circles appeared in my mind. 'No no not possible'.
He was dressed in rich Bison furs and even had a Long sword attached behind him, like some kind of powerful warrior. but his height and smoothness of his skin gave away his age, added with his actions earlier...
"..." For some reason, I felt like kicking him as the Hobgoblins tied them up. We lost twenty three warriors, 14 Orcs and 9 Hobgoblins.
"I fear the Chief would be angry this Time" I spoke my thoughts as I watched Largash frown.
"That is why we are capturing them alive" She says.
"Too bad the leader died"
Largash raises an eyebrow at my comment, "Hmm? He would have been useless anyway, too weak".
"..." Speechless, the scene of my sister dashing into battle with a flaming short sword and battling the Orc warrior to the ground made me envious, then I looked at the young Orc and the Wooden staff in my hands for a second.
"Haais" I sighed.
Largash looked at me strangely for a second before helping a HobGoblin tie a lizard folk up, "What's wrong?".
"Nothing...do we still return today?"
"Yes...we are out of Boom rocks already and we haven't even reached the battle field, hopefully we can replenish before the Chief returns... Although I'm sure they'd take a few days, judging from the supplies father took." She explains as she exerted more force on the thick vines.
"oh... your doing okay, you know" Looking at the expression the warriors had, I couldn't help saying this out loud but like I thought, she remained silent.
I could only roll my eyes while thinking, 'Typical'.
"We rest for an hour, then we shall return".
"It shall be done" a short haired Orc says respectfully before heading towards the other warriors to relay the order.
Looking at the scene, I mimicked his actions by beating my c.h.e.s.t with my fist and pumping said through my nose, "it shall be don...hahahaha Look at you".
"You know someone said, one of this days your eyes might just fall off with all the rolling they've been doing" I teased.
"who?" she asked, rendering me speechless for a second, "Secret".
"Tch... I'm sure no one said anything like that"
"Eh?" Once again I'm speechless and I couldn't help face palming myself.
"What??"
"Go away!"
"What?!"
"Go away, you... I'm ashamed of you" I finally added.
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Rosenvug City,
Zonfid East district,
Blue crest avenue,
Wailing Betty Inn,
Helene Caronte aka Simon Weiss, stepped into the inn with a small smile on her face.
During this period, the damage he had brought to the house of Tombante around the New city of Hoctis by the Zonfid house hold had finally attracted the attention of the House of glorious sun. The hidden battles between Lords had resulted in the death of many, Several had died in the line of duty, and Although Zonfid was winning, they had suffered a severe blow.
Helene and her crew avoided this attack while hunting down a Tombante Assassin while waiting for an opportunity to attack their Port in Hoctis. After the Lord of Zonfid house sent an Owled letter, declaring their goal for this battle, achieved, they returned to Rosenvug to rest since it was over.
After that, Helene deliberately engaged in battle. Acting passionate, and fervent in declaring her Loyalty. praised by the top dogs of the organization, she was called for a secret meeting at Blue crest.
Without a doubt, her goal of infiltrating the inner circle of Zonfid house had been 90% achieved.
Of course, in order to avoid any connection with the death of her past identity, she also made preparations by directing the investigation to another 'Culprit'.
In this silent war, Helene had found out about the inner workings of the organization and although each member had their identities hidden, they all knew who they were working for.
As she walked into the Inn, she suddenly saw a familiar face.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a formal suit, a bow tie, and glasses. He looked rather refined...but
'Of course it's him'
"Helene, it's been a while." He greeted while raising his two eye brows.
"Lord Finn" After a few seconds, Helene asked in mock surprise.
Lord Finn smiled and said, "forgive my actions the other day, I had to make certain confirmations"
"Small matter, small matter" Helene says lightly as she calmly sat opposite him, inwardly, She laughed with glee.
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Bhok Bone Carver POV
"No No No this are not Omub's warriors!!"I yelled out in frustration.
"Little Chief, it's is better you retreat while we hold them back." A Kobold I could not remember his name offered.
'Tch...I'll be mocked by my brothers for sure' was all I thought of as I observed the battle once again.
The plain was littered with wounded fighters, carnage and blood. Red and gray were the only colors of what was once a vast, rich plain, which has now become the stage of a ruthless battle.
"Aaaargh!!" a goblin Archer wailed right before it's death.
This scene strengthened my heart in order to run away, "I'm leaving!!... Better be anywhere but here!!Bhok can't die, Bhok with never die"
The air which would normally be rich with scents from the grass is now glowing red with fire and thick with smoke, ash and embers, there's no coming back from this, Igurg is gone.
the two groups fight each other with complete hatred, but it's clear who will win. Our wounded were too spread around the already destroyed village and the faces of the warriors were grim with horror and gloom, but they force themselves to fight nonetheless,
'that's what you are meant for after all' I thought as I crawled passed a ruined wall.
BOOOM!!!
An explosion happened not too far from me and I was smacked against a wall, only for the wall to crash as well!.
Dru dud dud!
"Ugh, kuhu kuhu!" My throat burned sharply as I couldn't help coughing furiously.
With the rush of victory coursing through their bodies the enemy side fights even harder and with more tenacity. My useless warriors began to ignore Gurik's words, Some succ.u.mbed to hysteria and are barely able to force their bodies in motion, while others just wish all this was over as they went on their knees...
"Kriiii Kriii!!!!"
"Up!! Fight!! fight for little Chief!!" Gurik's roar fell on deaf ears and I don't think anyone sees me!
'crawl crawl crawl' I mumble, 'How disgraceful, an Orc like me!!... crawling away from battle'.
"Bhok does not care" I muttered slowly as I crawled away even faster.
It's clear debris, rubble and bodies have taken the place of grass, shrubs and trees.
"Aaaargh!!" Gurik's wail came shortly after and I couldn't help looking.
"a Halfling?!!!" My voice came out in shock, much louder than intended. Her short body stabbed Gurik repeatedly with a short sword and her pale blue eyes seemed to glow.
'w... when did the Dregu get such a warrior' The Halfling killed Gurik like he was a little Gob!.
'Crawl...Crawl' I crawled faster into the most when I heard a voice.
"Ah! another one" I looked at where the voice came from and another Halfling with a stick smacked it towards my head.
"Wait, wait, wait!!" with a scream, I dodged her attacks twice but, "Stay still" She kicked me and...KPAH!!!.
_____________________
Gigar's POV,
Felridge Hold Periphery,
"Is this really an Orc??" I asked Largash doubtfully as we dragged the unconscious Orc back to the other prisoners.
For some reason, Largash felt it was much better to capture them alive and take them back to the tribe.
"He is..." She said while rolling her eyes but I still doubted it, as the picture of the young orc crawling around in circles appeared in my mind. 'No no not possible'.
He was dressed in rich Bison furs and even had a Long sword attached behind him, like some kind of powerful warrior. but his height and smoothness of his skin gave away his age, added with his actions earlier...
"..." For some reason, I felt like kicking him as the Hobgoblins tied them up. We lost twenty three warriors, 14 Orcs and 9 Hobgoblins.
"I fear the Chief would be angry this Time" I spoke my thoughts as I watched Largash frown.
"That is why we are capturing them alive" She says.
"Too bad the leader died"
Largash raises an eyebrow at my comment, "Hmm? He would have been useless anyway, too weak".
"..." Speechless, the scene of my sister dashing into battle with a flaming short sword and battling the Orc warrior to the ground made me envious, then I looked at the young Orc and the Wooden staff in my hands for a second.
"Haais" I sighed.
Largash looked at me strangely for a second before helping a HobGoblin tie a lizard folk up, "What's wrong?".
"Nothing...do we still return today?"
"Yes...we are out of Boom rocks already and we haven't even reached the battle field, hopefully we can replenish before the Chief returns... Although I'm sure they'd take a few days, judging from the supplies father took." She explains as she exerted more force on the thick vines.
"oh... your doing okay, you know" Looking at the expression the warriors had, I couldn't help saying this out loud but like I thought, she remained silent.
I could only roll my eyes while thinking, 'Typical'.
"We rest for an hour, then we shall return".
"It shall be done" a short haired Orc says respectfully before heading towards the other warriors to relay the order.
Looking at the scene, I mimicked his actions by beating my c.h.e.s.t with my fist and pumping said through my nose, "it shall be don...hahahaha Look at you".
"You know someone said, one of this days your eyes might just fall off with all the rolling they've been doing" I teased.
"who?" she asked, rendering me speechless for a second, "Secret".
"Tch... I'm sure no one said anything like that"
"Eh?" Once again I'm speechless and I couldn't help face palming myself.
"What??"
"Go away!"
"What?!"
"Go away, you... I'm ashamed of you" I finally added.
_________________________________
Rosenvug City,
Zonfid East district,
Blue crest avenue,
Wailing Betty Inn,
Helene Caronte aka Simon Weiss, stepped into the inn with a small smile on her face.
During this period, the damage he had brought to the house of Tombante around the New city of Hoctis by the Zonfid house hold had finally attracted the attention of the House of glorious sun. The hidden battles between Lords had resulted in the death of many, Several had died in the line of duty, and Although Zonfid was winning, they had suffered a severe blow.
Helene and her crew avoided this attack while hunting down a Tombante Assassin while waiting for an opportunity to attack their Port in Hoctis. After the Lord of Zonfid house sent an Owled letter, declaring their goal for this battle, achieved, they returned to Rosenvug to rest since it was over.
After that, Helene deliberately engaged in battle. Acting passionate, and fervent in declaring her Loyalty. praised by the top dogs of the organization, she was called for a secret meeting at Blue crest.
Without a doubt, her goal of infiltrating the inner circle of Zonfid house had been 90% achieved.
Of course, in order to avoid any connection with the death of her past identity, she also made preparations by directing the investigation to another 'Culprit'.
In this silent war, Helene had found out about the inner workings of the organization and although each member had their identities hidden, they all knew who they were working for.
As she walked into the Inn, she suddenly saw a familiar face.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a formal suit, a bow tie, and glasses. He looked rather refined...but
'Of course it's him'
"Helene, it's been a while." He greeted while raising his two eye brows.
"Lord Finn" After a few seconds, Helene asked in mock surprise.
Lord Finn smiled and said, "forgive my actions the other day, I had to make certain confirmations"
"Small matter, small matter" Helene says lightly as she calmly sat opposite him, inwardly, She laughed with glee.
Bhok Bone Carver POV "No No No this are not Omub's warriors!!"I yelled out in frustration. "Little Chief, it's is better you retreat while we hold them back." A Kobold I could not remember his name offered. 'Tch...I'll be mocked by my brothers for sure' was all I thought of as I observed the battle once again. The plain was littered with wounded fighters, carnage and blood. Red and gray were the only colors of what was once a vast, rich plain, which has now become the stage of a ruthless battle. "Aaaargh!!" a goblin Archer wailed right before it's death. This scene strengthened my heart in order to run away, "I'm leaving!!... Better be anywhere but here!!Bhok can't die, Bhok with never die" The air which would normally be rich with scents from the grass is now glowing red with fire and thick with smoke, ash and embers, there's no coming back from this, Igurg is gone. the two groups fight each other with complete hatred, but it's clear who will win. Our wounded were too spread around the already destroyed village and the faces of the warriors were grim with horror and gloom, but they force themselves to fight nonetheless, 'that's what you are meant for after all' I thought as I crawled passed a ruined wall. BOOOM!!! An explosion happened not too far from me and I was smacked against a wall, only for the wall to crash as well!. Dru dud dud! "Ugh, kuhu kuhu!" My throat burned sharply as I couldn't help coughing furiously. With the rush of victory coursing through their bodies the enemy side fights even harder and with more tenacity. My useless warriors began to ignore Gurik's words, Some succ.u.mbed to hysteria and are barely able to force their bodies in motion, while others just wish all this was over as they went on their knees... "Kriiii Kriii!!!!" "Up!! Fight!! fight for little Chief!!" Gurik's roar fell on deaf ears and I don't think anyone sees me! 'crawl crawl crawl' I mumble, 'How disgraceful, an Orc like me!!... crawling away from battle'. "Bhok does not care" I muttered slowly as I crawled away even faster. It's clear debris, rubble and bodies have taken the place of grass, shrubs and trees. "Aaaargh!!" Gurik's wail came shortly after and I couldn't help looking. "a Halfling?!!!" My voice came out in shock, much louder than intended. Her short body stabbed Gurik repeatedly with a short sword and her pale blue eyes seemed to glow. 'w... when did the Dregu get such a warrior' The Halfling killed Gurik like he was a little Gob!. 'Crawl...Crawl' I crawled faster into the most when I heard a voice. "Ah! another one" I looked at where the voice came from and another Halfling with a stick smacked it towards my head. "Wait, wait, wait!!" with a scream, I dodged her attacks twice but, "Stay still" She kicked me and...KPAH!!!. _____________________ Gigar's POV, Felridge Hold Periphery, "Is this really an Orc??" I asked Largash doubtfully as we dragged the unconscious Orc back to the other prisoners. For some reason, Largash felt it was much better to capture them alive and take them back to the tribe. "He is..." She said while rolling her eyes but I still doubted it, as the picture of the young orc crawling around in circles appeared in my mind. 'No no not possible'. He was dressed in rich Bison furs and even had a Long sword attached behind him, like some kind of powerful warrior. but his height and smoothness of his skin gave away his age, added with his actions earlier... "..." For some reason, I felt like kicking him as the Hobgoblins tied them up. We lost twenty three warriors, 14 Orcs and 9 Hobgoblins. "I fear the Chief would be angry this Time" I spoke my thoughts as I watched Largash frown. "That is why we are capturing them alive" She says. "Too bad the leader died" Largash raises an eyebrow at my comment, "Hmm? He would have been useless anyway, too weak". "..." Speechless, the scene of my sister dashing into battle with a flaming short sword and battling the Orc warrior to the ground made me envious, then I looked at the young Orc and the Wooden staff in my hands for a second. "Haais" I sighed. Largash looked at me strangely for a second before helping a HobGoblin tie a lizard folk up, "What's wrong?". "Nothing...do we still return today?" "Yes...we are out of Boom rocks already and we haven't even reached the battle field, hopefully we can replenish before the Chief returns... Although I'm sure they'd take a few days, judging from the supplies father took." She explains as she exerted more force on the thick vines. "oh... your doing okay, you know" Looking at the expression the warriors had, I couldn't help saying this out loud but like I thought, she remained silent. I could only roll my eyes while thinking, 'Typical'. "We rest for an hour, then we shall return". "It shall be done" a short haired Orc says respectfully before heading towards the other warriors to relay the order. Looking at the scene, I mimicked his actions by beating my c.h.e.s.t with my fist and pumping said through my nose, "it shall be don...hahahaha Look at you". "You know someone said, one of this days your eyes might just fall off with all the rolling they've been doing" I teased. "who?" she asked, rendering me speechless for a second, "Secret". "Tch... I'm sure no one said anything like that" "Eh?" Once again I'm speechless and I couldn't help face palming myself. "What??" "Go away!" "What?!" "Go away, you... I'm ashamed of you" I finally added. _________________________________ Rosenvug City, Zonfid East district, Blue crest avenue, Wailing Betty Inn, Helene Caronte aka Simon Weiss, stepped into the inn with a small smile on her face. During this period, the damage he had brought to the house of Tombante around the New city of Hoctis by the Zonfid house hold had finally attracted the attention of the House of glorious sun. The hidden battles between Lords had resulted in the death of many, Several had died in the line of duty, and Although Zonfid was winning, they had suffered a severe blow. Helene and her crew avoided this attack while hunting down a Tombante Assassin while waiting for an opportunity to attack their Port in Hoctis. After the Lord of Zonfid house sent an Owled letter, declaring their goal for this battle, achieved, they returned to Rosenvug to rest since it was over. After that, Helene deliberately engaged in battle. Acting passionate, and fervent in declaring her Loyalty. praised by the top dogs of the organization, she was called for a secret meeting at Blue crest. Without a doubt, her goal of infiltrating the inner circle of Zonfid house had been 90% achieved. Of course, in order to avoid any connection with the death of her past identity, she also made preparations by directing the investigation to another 'Culprit'. In this silent war, Helene had found out about the inner workings of the organization and although each member had their identities hidden, they all knew who they were working for. As she walked into the Inn, she suddenly saw a familiar face. It was a middle-aged man wearing a formal suit, a bow tie, and glasses. He looked rather refined...but 'Of course it's him' "Helene, it's been a while." He greeted while raising his two eye brows. "Lord Finn" After a few seconds, Helene asked in mock surprise. Lord Finn smiled and said, "forgive my actions the other day, I had to make certain confirmations" "Small matter, small matter" Helene says lightly as she calmly sat opposite him, inwardly, She laughed with glee.
