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Dug'mhar and his Rumbling Clan pursued the remaining Screech Demons that were trying their best to fly away.
It etched a satisfied smile on Dug'mhar's lips as he ushered his Rhakaddon to pursue the Screech Demons that were stumbling on their legs, trying to run away and perhaps gain some height while flapping their wings. "Come here! Let's RUMBLE! Hahaha!"
The thundering hooves of the Rhakaddons became a nightmare to the Screech Demons as they no longer have any sort of advantage against their supposedly preys. Them being on the ground put them at a very disadvantageous position against the enormous steeds of the Rumbling Clan. The whooshing sound of iron bolts sailing through the air added more danger for the Screech Demons as they get pierced through all over their body.
"Trample them! Oh, so perfect! A perfect victory for my perfect self!" Dug'mhar shouted as they trampled all over the Screech Demons again and again until the bodies of their foes have sunken to the ground like they were part of the ground originally.
"Chief, our foes are no more!" A member of the Rumbling Clan reported as the screeching of their foes died down. There were a few unlucky ones who got bitten and clawed by the Screech Demons in their last struggle. Their Rhakaddons stood still, unmoving, without their rider to lead them.
"I need ten volunteers to remain, to gather our fallen and also to ensure that none of these noisy bunch survives. The rest are with me. We are joining the real battle." Dug'mhar bellowed commands as he pulled on the reins of his Rhakaddons, turning it towards the direction of the real battlefield.
A few of them remained behind as their clan chief requested, dismounting from their enormous mounts with their lethal weapons at the ready to deliver swift blows to any of their foes that still move or make any sort of movement.
Dug'mhar signalled his clansmen to slow down the pace of their steeds as they they take some rest and also to let their steeds have some sort of relaxation after a tiring engagement. Far across the distance, sounds of battle could be heard.
*****
Xiao Chen was back in the frontline in the thick of battle. Beside him were his warriors who were giving their all to the fight. Pushing with their shields and thrusting with their spears. Others have let go of their spears and opted to use their stabbing swords, which was equally deadly.
They rammed against their foes with shields and repositioned themselves. Establishing the battle line before stabbing forward with their weapons, decimating the numbers of their foes.
Xiao Chen's arms became sore again after hours of fighting. He waited patiently for the battle horns to sound again to signal for the switching of the frontline. A few moments later, after stabbing his spear forward to pierce through a noisy goblin that was screaming at him, the battle horns sounded.
He rammed his shield forward with all his might, repelling back those who tried to get near him, sending them stumbling backwards. Standing sideways and his shield and weapon closed to his body, it made a gap between him and those beside him. From within those gaps came another wave of orc infantry that were fresh and itching to join in the fray.
With heavy steps, he made his way back to the rear of the formation to have some rest. He spread his gaze around and caught sight of his fallen warriors. Some orc infantry were among the fallen. The corpses of the brutal ogres were spread all over the place, their metal armors stripped away from their bodies as they were clawed upon and bitten by the corrupted creatures after being piled upon.
He felt bad for his fallen warriors, but the battle was still ongoing; he had no time to feel bad just yet. They must win first before attending to the fallen warriors.
In the distance, a hollowed tall cloud of dust was being kicked up. The vague silhouettes of the Rumbling Clan came within his sights. Xiao Chen called upon Xor'tharr, who was at the rear of the formation to relay his command.
The beat of the war drums thundered and the battle horns screamed. They relayed a new command. The frontline of the orc infantry slowly shifted their formation, forming a reverse 'C', enclosing the right flank of their enemies.
They pushed forward, dividing the battle line of their foes into two.
The orc infantry followed after the relayed command and the ogres somewhat followed after them as they slowly shifted their rampage towards the right flank of their enemies.
Xiao Chen gave another command to Xor'tharr to be relayed as they divided the enemy battle line into two. The right flank of their foes was slowly being encircled while the orc infantry poured in inside the gap to divide them more throughly as they established a solid wall of shields in between the two sides of their opponent's formation.
Dug'mhar perked up his ears, and eagerness was apparent on his face. He has been waiting for that signal; they have been idling at the rear of their enemy formation for some time now and only waiting for the command to be given for them to join in the fray.
He raised his weapon up in the air and kicked the sides of his Rhakaddon. The Rumbling Clan began to pick up speed as they charge forward. Their target was the right flank of their foes, that was slowly being encircled.
Dug'mhar kicked the sides of his steed stronger and his mount began to increase its speed more and more. The thundering hooves of the charging Rhakaddons and the trembling of the ground announced the presence of the Rumbling Clan. "It's time to RUMBLE!"
The corrupted creatures turned around and caught sight of the charging Rhakaddons that were coming their way. The three horns of the Rhakaddons gleamed with danger as they came closer and closer at a fast pace. Iron bolts came pouring in as the Rumbling Clan started shooting with their new weapons.
A loud crash followed as the Rumbling Clan clashed against the army of corrupted creatures. The Rhakaddons stampeded their way through with brute force, throwing away those that were foolish enough to stand their ground against their mighty charge.. It was raining with corrupted creatures as the Rhakaddons tossed them away with their colossal head and mighty horns while their riders shoot iron bolts all over the place.
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Dug'mhar and his Rumbling Clan pursued the remaining Screech Demons that were trying their best to fly away.
It etched a satisfied smile on Dug'mhar's lips as he ushered his Rhakaddon to pursue the Screech Demons that were stumbling on their legs, trying to run away and perhaps gain some height while flapping their wings. "Come here! Let's RUMBLE! Hahaha!"
The thundering hooves of the Rhakaddons became a nightmare to the Screech Demons as they no longer have any sort of advantage against their supposedly preys. Them being on the ground put them at a very disadvantageous position against the enormous steeds of the Rumbling Clan. The whooshing sound of iron bolts sailing through the air added more danger for the Screech Demons as they get pierced through all over their body.
"Trample them! Oh, so perfect! A perfect victory for my perfect self!" Dug'mhar shouted as they trampled all over the Screech Demons again and again until the bodies of their foes have sunken to the ground like they were part of the ground originally.
"Chief, our foes are no more!" A member of the Rumbling Clan reported as the screeching of their foes died down. There were a few unlucky ones who got bitten and clawed by the Screech Demons in their last struggle. Their Rhakaddons stood still, unmoving, without their rider to lead them.
"I need ten volunteers to remain, to gather our fallen and also to ensure that none of these noisy bunch survives. The rest are with me. We are joining the real battle." Dug'mhar bellowed commands as he pulled on the reins of his Rhakaddons, turning it towards the direction of the real battlefield.
A few of them remained behind as their clan chief requested, dismounting from their enormous mounts with their lethal weapons at the ready to deliver swift blows to any of their foes that still move or make any sort of movement.
Dug'mhar signalled his clansmen to slow down the pace of their steeds as they they take some rest and also to let their steeds have some sort of relaxation after a tiring engagement. Far across the distance, sounds of battle could be heard.
*****
Xiao Chen was back in the frontline in the thick of battle. Beside him were his warriors who were giving their all to the fight. Pushing with their shields and thrusting with their spears. Others have let go of their spears and opted to use their stabbing swords, which was equally deadly.
They rammed against their foes with shields and repositioned themselves. Establishing the battle line before stabbing forward with their weapons, decimating the numbers of their foes.
Xiao Chen's arms became sore again after hours of fighting. He waited patiently for the battle horns to sound again to signal for the switching of the frontline. A few moments later, after stabbing his spear forward to pierce through a noisy goblin that was screaming at him, the battle horns sounded.
He rammed his shield forward with all his might, repelling back those who tried to get near him, sending them stumbling backwards. Standing sideways and his shield and weapon closed to his body, it made a gap between him and those beside him. From within those gaps came another wave of orc infantry that were fresh and itching to join in the fray.
With heavy steps, he made his way back to the rear of the formation to have some rest. He spread his gaze around and caught sight of his fallen warriors. Some orc infantry were among the fallen. The corpses of the brutal ogres were spread all over the place, their metal armors stripped away from their bodies as they were clawed upon and bitten by the corrupted creatures after being piled upon.
He felt bad for his fallen warriors, but the battle was still ongoing; he had no time to feel bad just yet. They must win first before attending to the fallen warriors.
In the distance, a hollowed tall cloud of dust was being kicked up. The vague silhouettes of the Rumbling Clan came within his sights. Xiao Chen called upon Xor'tharr, who was at the rear of the formation to relay his command.
The beat of the war drums thundered and the battle horns screamed. They relayed a new command. The frontline of the orc infantry slowly shifted their formation, forming a reverse 'C', enclosing the right flank of their enemies.
They pushed forward, dividing the battle line of their foes into two.
The orc infantry followed after the relayed command and the ogres somewhat followed after them as they slowly shifted their rampage towards the right flank of their enemies.
Xiao Chen gave another command to Xor'tharr to be relayed as they divided the enemy battle line into two. The right flank of their foes was slowly being encircled while the orc infantry poured in inside the gap to divide them more throughly as they established a solid wall of shields in between the two sides of their opponent's formation.
Dug'mhar perked up his ears, and eagerness was apparent on his face. He has been waiting for that signal; they have been idling at the rear of their enemy formation for some time now and only waiting for the command to be given for them to join in the fray.
He raised his weapon up in the air and kicked the sides of his Rhakaddon. The Rumbling Clan began to pick up speed as they charge forward. Their target was the right flank of their foes, that was slowly being encircled.
Dug'mhar kicked the sides of his steed stronger and his mount began to increase its speed more and more. The thundering hooves of the charging Rhakaddons and the trembling of the ground announced the presence of the Rumbling Clan. "It's time to RUMBLE!"
The corrupted creatures turned around and caught sight of the charging Rhakaddons that were coming their way. The three horns of the Rhakaddons gleamed with danger as they came closer and closer at a fast pace. Iron bolts came pouring in as the Rumbling Clan started shooting with their new weapons.
A loud crash followed as the Rumbling Clan clashed against the army of corrupted creatures. The Rhakaddons stampeded their way through with brute force, throwing away those that were foolish enough to stand their ground against their mighty charge.. It was raining with corrupted creatures as the Rhakaddons tossed them away with their colossal head and mighty horns while their riders shoot iron bolts all over the place.
Dug'mhar and his Rumbling Clan pursued the remaining Screech Demons that were trying their best to fly away.It etched a satisfied smile on Dug'mhar's lips as he ushered his Rhakaddon to pursue the Screech Demons that were stumbling on their legs, trying to run away and perhaps gain some height while flapping their wings. "Come here! Let's RUMBLE! Hahaha!"The thundering hooves of the Rhakaddons became a nightmare to the Screech Demons as they no longer have any sort of advantage against their supposedly preys. Them being on the ground put them at a very disadvantageous position against the enormous steeds of the Rumbling Clan. The whooshing sound of iron bolts sailing through the air added more danger for the Screech Demons as they get pierced through all over their body."Trample them! Oh, so perfect! A perfect victory for my perfect self!" Dug'mhar shouted as they trampled all over the Screech Demons again and again until the bodies of their foes have sunken to the ground like they were part of the ground originally."Chief, our foes are no more!" A member of the Rumbling Clan reported as the screeching of their foes died down. There were a few unlucky ones who got bitten and clawed by the Screech Demons in their last struggle. Their Rhakaddons stood still, unmoving, without their rider to lead them."I need ten volunteers to remain, to gather our fallen and also to ensure that none of these noisy bunch survives. The rest are with me. We are joining the real battle." Dug'mhar bellowed commands as he pulled on the reins of his Rhakaddons, turning it towards the direction of the real battlefield.A few of them remained behind as their clan chief requested, dismounting from their enormous mounts with their lethal weapons at the ready to deliver swift blows to any of their foes that still move or make any sort of movement.Dug'mhar signalled his clansmen to slow down the pace of their steeds as they they take some rest and also to let their steeds have some sort of relaxation after a tiring engagement. Far across the distance, sounds of battle could be heard.*****Xiao Chen was back in the frontline in the thick of battle. Beside him were his warriors who were giving their all to the fight. Pushing with their shields and thrusting with their spears. Others have let go of their spears and opted to use their stabbing swords, which was equally deadly.They rammed against their foes with shields and repositioned themselves. Establishing the battle line before stabbing forward with their weapons, decimating the numbers of their foes.Xiao Chen's arms became sore again after hours of fighting. He waited patiently for the battle horns to sound again to signal for the switching of the frontline. A few moments later, after stabbing his spear forward to pierce through a noisy goblin that was screaming at him, the battle horns sounded.He rammed his shield forward with all his might, repelling back those who tried to get near him, sending them stumbling backwards. Standing sideways and his shield and weapon closed to his body, it made a gap between him and those beside him. From within those gaps came another wave of orc infantry that were fresh and itching to join in the fray.With heavy steps, he made his way back to the rear of the formation to have some rest. He spread his gaze around and caught sight of his fallen warriors. Some orc infantry were among the fallen. The corpses of the brutal ogres were spread all over the place, their metal armors stripped away from their bodies as they were clawed upon and bitten by the corrupted creatures after being piled upon.He felt bad for his fallen warriors, but the battle was still ongoing; he had no time to feel bad just yet. They must win first before attending to the fallen warriors.In the distance, a hollowed tall cloud of dust was being kicked up. The vague silhouettes of the Rumbling Clan came within his sights. Xiao Chen called upon Xor'tharr, who was at the rear of the formation to relay his command.The beat of the war drums thundered and the battle horns screamed. They relayed a new command. The frontline of the orc infantry slowly shifted their formation, forming a reverse 'C', enclosing the right flank of their enemies.They pushed forward, dividing the battle line of their foes into two.The orc infantry followed after the relayed command and the ogres somewhat followed after them as they slowly shifted their rampage towards the right flank of their enemies.Xiao Chen gave another command to Xor'tharr to be relayed as they divided the enemy battle line into two. The right flank of their foes was slowly being encircled while the orc infantry poured in inside the gap to divide them more throughly as they established a solid wall of shields in between the two sides of their opponent's formation.Dug'mhar perked up his ears, and eagerness was apparent on his face. He has been waiting for that signal; they have been idling at the rear of their enemy formation for some time now and only waiting for the command to be given for them to join in the fray.He raised his weapon up in the air and kicked the sides of his Rhakaddon. The Rumbling Clan began to pick up speed as they charge forward. Their target was the right flank of their foes, that was slowly being encircled.Dug'mhar kicked the sides of his steed stronger and his mount began to increase its speed more and more. The thundering hooves of the charging Rhakaddons and the trembling of the ground announced the presence of the Rumbling Clan. "It's time to RUMBLE!"The corrupted creatures turned around and caught sight of the charging Rhakaddons that were coming their way. The three horns of the Rhakaddons gleamed with danger as they came closer and closer at a fast pace. Iron bolts came pouring in as the Rumbling Clan started shooting with their new weapons.A loud crash followed as the Rumbling Clan clashed against the army of corrupted creatures. The Rhakaddons stampeded their way through with brute force, throwing away those that were foolish enough to stand their ground against their mighty charge.. It was raining with corrupted creatures as the Rhakaddons tossed them away with their colossal head and mighty horns while their riders shoot iron bolts all over the place.
