They went to a barracks, soldiers immediately crowded around, word of what Amalkur had said had been propagated endlessly throughout Urir, they all stared, a humble skinny man who had done little politicking. Many faces were shocked at the man they saw, wondering how he in particular had managed to animate the crowds. They unconsciously clutched their weapons, whispering, and making faces that showed obvious doubts.
“I’m going to fight too you know,” he said softly.
That produced even more awe.
“Say that again?” One soldier said, recording what was to be said with a magic crystal, he was not obvious with it, but perhaps his tone betrayed his intentions.
“I will fight too you know,” Amalkur repeated, more resolutely, “I know I am not strong, but it’s not because of strength that we fight, is it? Fight for each other, and never give up hope.”
The soldiers were almost wailing, Amalkur calmed them down with soft words. An intelligence officer calmly surmised his leader in his head.
He leads with softness in a way that is most unusual, and yet every person in the country is touched by it. A thousand edicts, ten thousand laws would not have produced the result he just accomplished.
The soldiers faces were full of quiet respect and admiration. One of the spy chiefs with great respect and newfound admiration, showed their latest intelligence gathering operation.
“This is the attack on Fortus…”
The magic crystal had four men putting magic into it, and the image was clear as it was incredible. A blonde woman commanded metal Golems that were slicing through the hordes of Cahov Demons, hissing Fire Demons that swarmed her citadel were being butchered by the lady commander. The Golems varied in size, but they were sturdy 1.5 metre or even 2 metre tall models that feared nothing, and so were fully suited for combat against Cahov Demons.
“She is a brave woman,” Amalkur whispered, “and?”
“Our spies report that said woman is Elana of the fourth fleet, apparently the third fleet commander Roderic has returned and taken the city of Suno, or rather prevented it from being taken by Cahov.”
“The nation of Sumar is left with two coastal cities,” Amalkur summarised the situation, “prepare all the fortresses, everyone should be on maximum alert!”
A soldier burst through the wooden door, making the entire barracks stare. Sweat crinkled down the man’s face, his lip ends thawed by cold weather, his eyes stared at Amalkur and the barracks.
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“We are under attack!”
“For fucks sake,” Amalkur winced, “get the soldiers together, Cahov must pay!”
He got his magic crystal communicator and immediately began screaming orders to anyone who would listen.
“Mobilise everyone, do not let them enter our country. And if they do, fight.”
Cahov had already done that, Devils not just any old Demons had invaded, stormed border fortresses, and killed scores of Uriri soldiers, and many civilians; Cahov had no mercy for the Uriri Demons, their fellow Demons were mercilessly butchered, burning with no regard.
“Burn the traitors! Extinguish their bloodlines!” One distinct raspy Cahov officer shouted.
Imps swarmed beleaguered Earth Demon soldiers, who tried their best to survive, large Fire Demons summoned meteorite sized flaming boulders to outright demolish defensive fortifications. Some Earth Demons chucked boulders back, but others were merely slaughtered, burnt to a crisp by the ravenous Cahov horde. Devil’s reviving dead Cahov soldiers to throw them back into the fray.
“The Warlock isn’t here? So why are we?” An imp asked aloud, the imp asking a question most profound, but it was lost in the cries of other imps, subsumed by the mass of infantry.
The other little imps carried pitchforks, hatchets, knives; short and tenacious but ultimately cannon fodder. Cahov’s red crimson flags were carried by enthusiastic Fire Demons. They created portals throughout the realms. Cahov Hordes burned crop fields and they fought Earth Demons who rallied to mustering stations, who built massive earthen walls and pushed back the Fire Demons at many points. Amalkur had successfully rallied many Earthen Demons in Demona to fight, his words recorded by some patriots; echoed across the whole of Urir. Futile defences were made, men, women and even children partook in the defence of their land, of their people; fanatical charges, ambushes. The massacres were everywhere, and yet the Demons of Urir fought against their Imperialist cousins. Earth mages tore up the ground, for every centimetre transgressed there was punishment inflicted upon them. The land of Urir was wet with blood, Demon steel clanged in every corner of Urir, children and women wailed, men groaned and choked with blood. An image of a more than regal figure. High Priest Amalkur, a thin man, armed with crossbow, pressed forward, albeit guarded by elite Uriri infantry, the Earth Demon galvanised every soul of Urir into action; Amalkur’s face was seen on communication crystals, his words rang from pockets of the dead. What seemed like dead Earth Demon soldiers rose up like the Undead to stab and kill their Cahov cousins; Devils were felled in this suicidal manner, and Cahov tasted Urir’s resolve. Urir would not surrender. Urir’s orange flag with a red flame would flutter still.
Across the ocean, 50 Devils teleported themselves to the western continent.
“This must be it,” One of them said hissing in flames.
It had angular features, claw like fingers, teeth like razors and magma hot hands.
“Cahov is getting ahead of themselves trying to conquer this world,” another said, “I think the Warlock went that way.”
They teleported onto the continent, summoned Demons, and immediately began battling the Bacteria that infested the continent. Oceans crashed into oceans, Bacteria slashed and bit into Demon flesh, the chaotic melee accruing many casualties, both sides jostled for victory in a stalemate. Maras the Spectre Lord observed the nonsense battle from afar and squinted to observe what he was truly looking at.
“Why are those fools… why wouldn’t they use the big units? They invade the continent and now they’re here grinding themselves into dust. Devils?” Maras muttered to no one in particular.