Rise of the Horde

“Chief, should we?” one of them asked as he gestured a slitting of a throat with one of his hands while pointing his blade at the nearest enemy that he could spot.

After giving it some thoughts, Khao’khen shook his head at the suggestion of the riders as he finally remembered that he told a big ball of flesh of a human to use to white bands to signify that they are friendlies and not hostiles.

“We need to find the biggest person around, what I mean by the biggest is the fattest one around here like a big ball of flesh.” He commanded as he started looking around for his target.

The riders nodded their head and returned their blades to their sheathes as they spread out to search for the one specified by their chieftain faster.

After a few minutes of scouring the messy camp site of their suspected enemies, the riders of the Warghen Clan finally managed to find those that matched the description given to them by their chieftain.

“Chief, we found those who more or less looks like what you have specified. The others already brought them away from the camp.” A rider came to Khao’khen and reported as he was staring at a person who he seemed to have seen before but he can’t quiet figure it out who he was and where he saw him.

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“Lead the way...” he replied as he turned around and gave up in trying to figure out the identity of the tall yet slim person that he was staring at before.

Probably more than half a kilometer away from the messy camp of their assumed enemies, there were three people who were bounded by ropes like a dumpling with almost only their eyes shown. Upon noticing the way that they were tied up, Khao’khen raised an eyebrow but he avoided commenting on it.

Fear was apparent upon the eyes of those who were tied up as hulking figures surrounded them and based on the expressions on the faces of their captors, they won’t be getting out of this situation alive. The scent of something awful permeated the air as two of the captives lost control of their bowels and stained their clothes and even the ground under them.

Two were at their wits end after discovering the situation that they were in but the last person was still peacefully slumbering after being tied up and probably dragged away half way from the camp basing on the long trail left behind that led to where he was currently lying at.

Staring at the faces of the two who were already awake and with fearful expressions, Khao’khen was sure that they weren’t the ones that he was looking for as he was sure that the person who he was looking for would probably recognize him or won’t be scared by being stared at by an orc.

He turned his gaze towards the last person who still carelessly letting out snores like he was playing some kind of song with his snores that come and go, sometimes loud, sometimes gentle, sometimes long and sometimes short.

Upon noticing the gaze of their chieftain, one of the riders gave the snoring human a good kick which resulted in him jerking up from his slumber and trying to stand and spout some words only to fall down back to ground and let out suppressed sounds. Taking a look at his surroundings, the human seemed to be less frightened than his peers and after landing his sights on Khao’khen., the little trace of fear that was on his eyes was replaced by excitement and happiness as he continuously let out sounds that can’t be understood as his mouth was stuffed with a thick rope.

“Untie him...” Khao’khen ordered which confused the members of the Warghen Clan.

“But chief...” one of them responded.

“Just do it... I know him, he is the one that I am looking for.” He quickly cut the words that the rider was about to say.

“Yes, chief...” another rider came forward quickly and unsheathed his blade which made the other two captives tremble even more upon seeing the weapon that would probably take their life. They had no idea what the orcs talk about but seeing a blade being drawn out was a bad sign to anyone who have been captured.

The orc with the drawn-out blade went towards the last of the captives who still struggling around with ropes like a wriggling worm like he was trying his best to get out of his restraints which sent more alarm bells towards his two peers.

“I would stop squirming about if I were you less you want a piece of your flesh to be accidentally taken off.” Khao’khen spoke in the tongue of the Ereians after seeing the dilemma of the rider who was about to set free one of their captives but can’t figure out where he should start as the person that he was trying to free can’t stay still and he doesn’t want to accidentally kill or would him.

“Why the hell would they tie them up like that... Tsk.. Where the hell did, they learn to bound someone like that.” Questions started whirring around the mind of Khao’khen as he observed the way that their captives were tied up. Surely enough, there were layers of ropes in the way that the riders bounded their captives.

“Hoof... That was tiring and painful.” Badz commented as he wiped away the swept that was on his face then massaged his limbs before getting up on his feet.

“You probably wouldn’t have experience that if you just didn’t wriggle around like a worm.” Commented Khao’khen, still speaking the language of the Ereians.

The other two captives didn’t know if they should relax now knowing that one of their leaders seemed to be friendly with the leader of their captors.

“Why are you guys out here in the open, with no proper camp and not even a single sentry in place to boot?” Khao’khen questioned Badz.

“Well... As you recommended... We gathered all those who agree with us and separated ourselves from the others. We even have one of the head commanders of the army with us.” He reported while curiously looking around at the warriors who were with his orc friend.