“One of their generals at least died to stop us. The other hid behind his own men,” Aeruk said interrupting the silence.

“Our Oru and your Rzo have crushed them Aeruk. We must pray for Ogruk and for our enemies.”

In total 20,000 Orcs had died, just one singular Ogre had died. They gathered the dead and cremated them with honours. They inspected the various looted villages, and captured some Orcs, who they generously let go.

“Why would you do that?” Kleitomachos asked, “surely you will take slaves to pay for their transgressions?”

“Slaves?” Tuzur questioned, “such a thing is forbidden in our land. Glory is won only in battle, and further increased by being generous and hospitable. We are not our enemies, and we shall not emulate them.”

He promptly shut up, astounded, but more than anything impressed. Kleitomachos felt like he was looking at aliens, no one not even the Elves behaved like this.

“I will go back to Ogrum if you’ll take me.”

“Of course,” the two Ogres who took him said.

Such ferrying for no fee, earned glory in another way, Kleitomachos still did not understand the society he had seen, but he had witnessed it at least. Ultimately Aeruk and Iokhur went back with full honours. The Orcs would immediately send emissaries asking for peace, and the Ogres accepted. The Ogres did not boast, instead merely returning to their communal lives, seeking glory in mundane things.

The Fire Demons of Cahov had sailed their ships quickly through the ocean currents, ignoring the spit. A day had passed, and they used flyers to locate exactly where Madakos hid from them. Madakos had spent a day not only giving Hunila and Tamura the power of Warlocks, but incorporating the Ena Shadow Elf clan into his plans. Hunila was adamant that the clan move away from the coast, and they did, to a further 50 kilometres inland. Living in a small valley, 4 constructs each one producing 10 million Zira a second, a grand total of 40 million. The Zira was transformed into water, which flowed onto the ground and the Shadow Elves gratefully produced food.

“They didn’t take much convincing to come here,” Tamura quipped.

Hunila swayed towards Madakos who stared into the distance.

“I still think I’ve made the wrong decision,” he grumbled, “I’ve put you all in danger.”

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“For the first time ever, we have crops that aren’t just coconut,” one of the Shadow Elves said.

Cahov Fire Demons appeared before him. Madakos erected 40 towers, turning around in panic, as fiery red Demons appeared before him. Five metre monstrosities armed with glowing red swords, two metre Demons armed with big axes, and suddenly legions of imps; their smell of sulphur was overpowering, Demon sweat was supposed to elicit fear but it elicited rage in Madakos, more rage even than what the Demons felt for him.

“Give up the war…Your unnatural magic ends here!” A Demon screamed, “you will die now!”

“Die!” Thousands screamed.

“No- you die!” Madakos screamed at the Demons, the magic fumbled, but he eviscerated them, with his next breath he screamed: “God damn it you lot! Hide!”

His towers immediately fired at the Demons who attempted to stream in, he attempted to create more, but they were promptly blown asunder. Hunila made a defensive magic barrier attempting to stop any fireballs.

“Tamura! Hunila focus on defending yourselves and the Shadow Elves. God damn it. I knew some stupid shit like this would happen…” he shouted frantically, “fuck!” He growled.

Imps, the smallest kind of Demons charged in massive clusters. Madakos was flinging his hands, sending purple fireballs, exploding nearby, then a firewall. More Demons came, he surreptitiously put more towers on the flanks. They began firing down at the ever increasing Demon host. 40 million Zira a second allowed for liberties on how he spent it. A large fireball came at him, red fiery and smelling of sulphur, he repulsed it with much more ferocity, the sender being pushed back across the sand, blown into smithereens. 80 towers shot down at the Demons while Madakos tried his hardest to push the lot of them back. They did not lessen, Tamura and Hunila were shouting something at him. He created more towers, and created meteor like projectiles that blotted out the sun. The sound was astonishing, the explosions kicked up dust, Demons were being burnt to cinders or flat out cut by shockwaves. Demons rushed at Madakos, he shot multiple purple Warlock bolts. Madakos shot through the Demon’s skull and hit other Demons behind it, that also fell promptly to the floor. Hunila stared at him knowingly and with great anger, she had protected all of them with a magic barrier.

“Thank you,” he said nodding.

“You are reckless!” She hissed.

Demons roared in the background attempting to gain ground, before they were destroyed in their multitudes. Fire arced downwards, purple fire that even the Fire Demons were confused about.

“Why… is it burning and hurting us?” One large Fire Demon said, writhing on the floor.

More towers sprouted, but the Demons summoned portals around Madakos. He levelled the Demons, but he was worried about his allies.

“Get them out of here!” He said panicked, throwing his arms around evocatively.

Two Cahov arrows glided across his face, blood dripped off both cheeks. Hunila rushed to him, moving before her brain demanded it of her body.

“Tamura! Get my people to safety!” Hunila screamed with everything she had in her, “Now!”

“Huh?” Tamura said confused.

“Do it!” Hunila screamed.

Sand was being kicked up, bodies were being fried, and every now and then bodies smashed into the sand, as Demons were being thrown about.

“Damn it!” Hunila said, “look after yourself!”

She had much less Zira flowing into her, but she nonetheless defended them both flawlessly. Madakos created another firestorm, purple Warlock flames descended and eviscerated all the Demons, the newcomers eviscerated by the tower strikes.

“We have to get out of here! You have to get out of here!” Madakos panicked.