Rise of the Horde

“Bandits are raiding our supply lines, sir. And we just lost more than a hundred soldiers from the previous clash with them.” The young man repeated the report with a much slower pace in talking while praying to the heavens above that their commander wouldn’t lash out at him right there and then.

“Send word for all the remaining cavalry to assemble… We will teach those bastards the consequence of messing with us…” Ounephes grinded his teeth together as he stabbed the chest of the man who he was still yet to fully skin, the poor man groaned in pain but his eyes were filled with gratefulness and relief as his suffering ended quickly unlike the others before him who had undergone the full process of being skinned alive while feeling the pain of their skin being removed slowly without being able to do anything as they can’t move not even a finger while suffering under the inhumane hobby of their commander.

It didn’t take long for the cavalry of the Ereians to assemble and Ounephes himself led the hunt to slaughter the bastards that dared to lay their eyes upon his supplies which he needed to maintain the standoff against their foes which he was yet still to fully figure out. Without sufficient supplies, they won’t be able to maintain their stay on the fort since there was nothing in the vast outside of their fort to forage as there was nothing but endless grains of sand and the fishes along the river were getting scarce by their frequent fishing.

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Up upon the tower of the their fort, Trot’thar easily spotted the huge cloud of dust originating from the rear part of their foes which was caused by the departure of a group of cavalry and judging by the thickness of the dust that he could see, there were a lot of riders that went out of the enemy base. He observed a for a few more moments to determine whether their enemies are making a move against them or not but after which felt like ages of waiting, he deemed it that their foes were not making a move against them but against someone else or the enemy cavalry is headed somewhere else.

Trot’thar made his way down the tower and went out seek out the chieftain in order to make a report of what he has found out from the movements of their enemies which they could take advantage of after gaining the information that the enemy cavalry or most of them are not around to confront them. Khao’khen was leaning against the back of his chair inside his tent as he dozed off but he was quickly awakened after his ears picked up the sound of footsteps that was heading for him. Sleeping lightly and always on alert have been his normal mode ever since he had arrived in this vast new world that he was now in with the few exceptions like when he was thoroughly exhausted and wounded which was the only times that he would soundly sleep without care since his body itself was forced to shut down. His mind have been programmed in his previous world to be as such since you will never know when you might meet your end specially with his profession of being in the military and almost always out on a mission.

“Chief!” Trot’thar raised the flaps that served as the door of the chieftain’s tent and there he found the chieftain staring at him with sleepy eyes, “What brings you here?” Khao’khen asked in confusion as he had given the order that Trot’thar was not to leave the tower unless he needs to inform him with something important or he had gained some important information that he must learn about at the soonest time possible.

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“The enemy cavalry went out of their camp and judging by the amount of dust that they kicked up upon their departure, the entire remaining enemy cavalry are on the move but it doesn’t look like they are meant for us as they headed somewhere else towards the rear of their camp. This might be a chance for us to make a move and take advantage of the enemy cavalry not being present in the equation of the battle.” Trot’thar reported his findings unhurriedly then waited for the chieftain’s decision and reply. He was expecting a battle to occur which he might be able to participate in as he was already bummed out by just being cooped up inside the tower and can’t do anything but just watch and not be part of the excitement of the battle and to add insult to injury, Gur’kan even had the nerve to flaunt his blood covered gears and body to him as he passes by the tower knowing that it won’t be hard for Trot’thar to spot him among the crowd after coming from the battle and a smirk would always be upon his lips as he would stare at the top of the tower where he was at.