Meanwhile, Marc, Kraa, Karrrin and Oriharukon and I were strengthening our Octahedron to restore it to its former glory.
Tiamat this, Tiamat that... it was over.... I was "White" and everyone called me "White" to finish.
I had been happy and unhappy at the same time with my "sisters" and their twisted personalities and most of all, I was relieved to finish this "crown" competition and to know when I was in control of the body or not...
In a way, I was free and relieved. I loved them and also hated them, but with all these years, I have calmed down. I wanted a new life, a new beginning and they offered it to me.
They were my new family and I had to help them as much as I could, but these last few days, I have anguish, a stomach ache, indescribable stress, I feel like I'm intent on murder or rather death. As if someone was looking for me or looking for us but... it's only an impression but I was afraid. I didn't have to show it so that Marc and Kraaa wouldn't fall apart.
Between the fortified city and our hill, we were very close and with nevertheless a respectable distance.
The wind brought us a smell of burning, flesh and blood, like stressed meat.
A clamor and screams invaded the valley.
A green mass climbed up to our castle, as well as to the human fortress.
Orcs... orcs and more orcs.
They were as if terrified. They shouted Pharotek Pharotek! (The great extermination!) He is coming with his army... The Prophecy.
We merged together, Mark and the others visibly motivated and having something else to do than just moping around. I couldn't stand this depression any longer.
The orcs stopped for a moment to climb the mountain when they saw me with my 5 heads...
one of the most muscular orcs, visibly a chief threw his banner on the ground and got down on all fours. Hundreds of orcs followed.
They cried...
A clamor began but stopped with the chief's hand signal.
The clamor, in English:
"ASYLUM"
The horde of orcs were obviously running away from something.
I took off to see what was going on.
After passing the first thousands of orcs, another group was gathered in front of the dwarf fortress.
It was the same, they were begging the dwarves for something.
Then, going back up, I saw a bloody mass. Thousands of wounded people, stretchers to no end, and above all, horrible wounds, burns, mutilations, torn limbs, multiple punctures, they were bleeding everywhere.
Women, children, old people, warriors and shamans.
The healers were distraught by the extent of the wounds.
The other dragons could no longer stand the sight of humanoids being torn apart.
They wept to see souls gasping their last breath, sometimes alone, sometimes surrounded by loved ones holding their hands.
Even if they were orcs, they didn't deserve this.
I then landed on the ochre mass.
"Mass Healing" I threw first aid on an area, which stopped the lethal hemorrhaging, but the bullet wounds did not promise anything good.
The orcs shouted Hurrah.
They prostrated themselves "Great Hydra Great Hydra".
The clamor spread like wildfire all the way to the castle.
This did not escape Torquemada or the Baltes, Lord Dwarf.
One of the captains announced the news to the Baltes who watched the Hydra cast magic among the orcs.
Torquemada: "It looks like she is healing them to resume the fight..."
The Baltic stopped him with his raised hand.
Another knight: "The Orc chief asks for Asylum, he is part of a peaceful tribe, the warriors being all exterminated. Most of them are civilians who have fled the war. They promise to serve us as laborers or serfs to repair what others have destroyed. The Demon Lord being no more, they say that monsters from the sky and iron dragons have destroyed everything.
Houses, farms, castles, monstrous humans have exterminated all their people. They are the only ones left. The majority are children and women, and old people...."
Torquemada: "The problem is that we no longer have contact with the capital and the only answer I got on the prince's manacom was "the devil is out of his box... Don't provoke the Zergs, nor the dragon.... Please, don't provoke them... They are everywhere, they are more numerous than us...our world is dead. The prophecy...the prophecy is here....
The red star is here.... "
Baltes : "I think we have a dragon in front of us... It is the hydra.
I am a dwarf chief not for nothing... I'm going to talk to him....
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While I (White) was healing those who could be healed, Karrine was blowing sleep to put those who could not be saved to sleep.
It was endless. Blood all the way to the top of the hill.
I was covered in blood and the wounded were pouring in like the tide.
I was crying and without knowing it, my tears were causing miracles with delay.
Then I saw as the sea moved away,
A column of knights with a dwarf in armor at their head,
Leather shields, coated with foam and water, typical against dragon's breath.
He had his king's banner. He planted it in the ground.
Having a king in front of me, I, an ancient goddess, should not flatten me and make me look ridiculous.
Between the five of us, if Mark revives his super devouring powers, we are much stronger than I am with my four sisters.
Baltin: "I am the Dwarf King... Baltin."
"Great Hydra, I don't know you but there is a prophecy about a Hydra that will destroy this world, Tiamat, but your colors do not match".
Me: "Good morning, your majesty..."
Baltin marveled at the English language, used in magic and science, but now forgotten by the races.
But since every dragon has the ability to communicate, this did not pose a problem.
"We woke up after a long hibernation and everything around us is destroyed. I myself am partly destroyed, I was the ancient Tiamat, I am the only one left, the white head"
"My name is Marcus... I come from the world before the great cataclysm. We're looking for our children and descendants, if there are any survivors."
"I am Kraa... Ouiinnn our children... where are they... Please, Lord, help us find them. Some are half human, a quarter or more...."
"I am Karrine and Guardian of the Oceans... I am Kraa's mother and this is my husband Oriharukon."
"Yes, I am Oriharukon, guardian of traditions and the Golden Fleece and of history in general."
Baltins: "I see that you are wise and without malice. Welcome to the Dwarf Kingdom.
I see that you heal the unhappy, you have a heart. We have a lot of resentment towards this race that has cornered us and deprived us of freedom. We don't know what we should do... leave them to their fate. But humans would be allies with those who exterminated them."
Oriharukon: "This is how wars are born. There will always be survivors and their descendants living in violence will one day seek revenge. It takes several generations, but it is a cycle to be broken.
Working for peace is harder and less comfortable than working for war. But with it comes all its share of misery, famine, epidemics, disease, immigration and poverty, destruction of wealth and loss of culture and knowledge.
Hide these unfortunate people and we will dig shelters in the mountains."
A few hours before... At night...
Tania strutted like a giant rooster on the ramps of her base.
"If anyone disagrees with me, I accept the duel. The decision is made by the survivor.
You can come to several friends if you want. I don't eat human flesh...but didn't say I don't bite.
The Zergs, by hundred yelled "TANIA TANIA TANIA..."
The pontiff had made his aerial baptism with Isolde and his brother and Marise had arrived first.
Not feeling sorry for himself or his nausea, the prince-pontiff was attentive to the words spoken by the red feathered dragon.
Marise mumbled, "It almost sounds like Zergalor strutting in front of his troops and she used the same words."
For a split second, Tania turned an eye to Marise, who smiled at her.
Marise thought: "What sharpened senses...".
Tania shouted more beautifully: "For the ZERGS! To the attack!"
At this moment, something broke in Tania. She had just lost her human heart.
The straight line to the infernal legions that suits her well.
A roar was felt.
The Tricks, a kind of three-wheeled armored off-road motorcycle with a rapid-fire turret, screamed their engines and with acceleration, the earth was ripped out and thrown into the sky.
The motorcycles with the automatic aiming automatic weapons connected by the huge radar antenna, knew where the Orc scouts and isolated units were located [https://img.wattpad.com/3a55d941dfcb69e22d6baca4ff83e0e8eed76b50/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f62615a42726e534766304f7854413d3d2d3936383135313839332e313633656362373233663930303665633439343335363936363637382e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The motorcycles with the automatic aiming automatic weapons connected by the huge radar antenna, knew where the Orc scouts and isolated units were located.
After 20 kilometers, the purge began, spotted from miles away, the guns wreaked havoc.
The muscles and leather armor of the orcs were nothing compared to the chopper that rained down on them.
Like a drop of water falling into a puddle, the orcs disappeared from the screen, in tens, then in hundreds,
IA had calculated its strategy well, with the mentors settling these computer monsters, themselves halfway.
The armies were isolated and no distress messages had reached them.
Choppers making more noise would be used to track down and eliminate the escapees later.
On the holographic chart, Isolde, the prince and his brother attended on tens of screens the massacre on line.
"It is not any more to make the war, it is a butchery..." cried the warlord.
Altus IX did not dare to say a word. He prayed that it would not turn against them.
Marise put her paw on Isolde. She always keeps her promises... See the positive...
She sighed as she watched Tania juggled the controls and the red cursor of the Zergs scrolling across the map in 3D.
She was surrounding troops, telling them where to go, sending air assistance,
she juggled the controls like a pianist.
The energy meter was accumulating, and more and more machines were being activated.
Bigger and bigger tanks were coming out of the hangar.
Helicopters and a to-and-fro of trucks and troops boarding, technicians reloading ammunition,
All this like an orchestra.
When the troops were dropped into the barracks, the bright green dots of the Zergs did not disappear. On the other hand, suddenly the groups of red ones, by thousand, started to move towards the few green points.
Then like a potato peeler, the red potato melted quickly.
The tanks arrived and holes in the red mass reduced it to nothing at all.
In a few minutes, there was no more red.
Then an inhuman voice sounded: "SILOS READY".
A city teeming with orcs was visible on the screen.
A back and forth movement could be seen. And as a column formed, purple dots appeared.
Black circles appeared and on the screen we could see small beings.
Altus: "They are Azuras, they hate us and the black masses are their magical fortresses."
The tanks were shooting at the black masses, but they were aerial golems, supports for flying fortresses.
They were protected by powerful magic shields and shells and ammunition bounced off them.
Tania gesticulating on the telepathic command, the guests saw a cross, a multiple sight on the area.
Marise explained the different orders and commands sent by Tania as she went along.
She was in the same state of trance as when they were in their last base before falling in front of the entire Zergalorian army.
Triangular holes opened and iron towers appeared.
And like lightning, we could see with the eyes of the missile [https://img.wattpad.com/10e670ed284587b90558303ebeda8d44bb0cb168/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f66596330476f6c574c386a7a55773d3d2d3936383135313839332e313633656362373764363464623538633139373538373737353332392e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
And like lightning, we could see with the eyes of the missile.
Marise looked at Tania: "Monster!"
She didn't even pay attention. She answered with the same voice and the same laughter as Zergalor Zerg.
"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA die HAHAHAHAHA vermin HAHAHAHAHA"
This shocked even Altus, who saw in Tania no difference with a demon lord.
The noise of the roaring engines was infernal. But the accustomed troops did not flinch, the smoke from the thrust of the engines did not bother them.
Isolde: "How they are not burned".
Marise: "They each have a personal shield..."
The towers sprang each in a different direction.
Marise: "It's a horror..."
They didn't understand until the video showed the missile filming the scene, the front coming off. The back, parachuting, with a camera filming.
Tanks fell all over the city releasing green gas, a super sarin, a weapon developed during the Mars project.
The gas, in contact with the skin, melted the fabrics, releasing a smoke that amplified the first one.
In a few seconds, the city was lifeless. Tens of thousands of lives instantly died crane-death.
They wanted to vomit.
Other missiles went to the Demon Lord's lair.
But it was a thermobaric bomb.
It entered the lair and all the air was sucked in causing the explosion of all the existing lungs.
Those caught in the flames were "flashed" and their shadows were printed on the walls of the caverns, the bodies vaporized.
The extermination ended up to the borders of the known world.
A small group remained near the dwarf fortress.
Altus asked Tania to stop, that it was over.
One of the mentats, exciting Tania even more, convinced her to end this race like any good Zerg would, just to keep a few specimens in a zoo or to experiment.
Tania ordered: "Crush them all...".
Marise shouted: "Stop, you're doing it again."
But the order had been given and the Choppers were on the spot.
Then, all the red dots disappeared around the castle.
TAnia cried out: "AH!!!! I've got you!!!"
Dozens of red dots disappeared also near the castle, to the north, the lair of the Demon Lord.
"I think we're fighting... over there... it's time to get some exercise. She slammed her claws on the metal floor and ran outside."
Marise: "Wait, you're going to get killed..."
Tania: "I'm a soldier, if I die, I'll die a soldier..."
She greeted the prince in flight, turned on her back, and then straightened up, hurtling towards the 100 kilometers that separated them.... A gnat distance for her.