There under the moonlight, thousands of shadows can be seen with their ferocious bloodthirsty eyes, among them was one man, a man with a calm posture as he rode on a black gilded chariot led by two ferocious looking black horses, this man calmly looked as if he was analysing the area in front of him.

Behind him was thousands of men cladded in black steel armour, their eyes were restless and a hint of thirst can be seen, they were waiting for something, the man who was in the chariot sensed prominent danger as the ground trembles, *Creeeak* A sound of artilleries came halt and then they showed.

“Ready yourselves!” the man in black shouted as he aimed his black sword towards the man leading those figures, “Grok Kwalla!” The monster shouted what follows was the voices of the thousands behind the monster. *HUUU!* *HUUUU!*

The army wasn’t terrified nor agitated, for they were trained and sharpened for this very day, not even a bulge of movement can be heard from them, they just stood there motionlessly, awaiting for the man’s order, a seconds later the man started from muttering to shouting. “Countless of children died, women raped, and we the legion all for this day have awaited retribution!” A hint of sadness dwells in the very eyes of the man, as he remembered the dark times of their kingdom, “For this day and tomorrow the Orcish horde shall fall!” Then the Horses of his chariots moved following him was an army of ferocious humans.

“Strike with Great Peril!”

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Seeing that the opposite side has begun their charge towards his army, the orc howled “Foolish Weaklings, the time where your race shall end….. Is now!” the orc pulled his large axe and charged towards the army of humans, soon both sides clashed and mass slaughtering happened.

“General Martin! The enemy has begun flanking both our sides!” A messenger hurriedly shouted as an orc cuts his head from behind.

“Call the Gryphons!” The man shouted as a man blew a large horn which called forth hundreds of eagles that flew from the south and began a mass barrage of slaughter, destroying a large portion of the orcs on both flanks of their army.

“Enush kwalla!” The Orc leader shouted as ballistas came forth and began targeting the eagles, this battle continued for a day, the men were restless as they show their cards one after another, and then the large clamour of blades stopped as both sides withdrew to a battle formation.

“I pray for the safety our land, bless be the people! Bless be the holy Alliance!” Martin shouted forth as he glared towards the still large number of orcs, which he then looked at his army who is only a hundreds of handful of men that survived their first clash, they were now in a loss, the orcs strength by far surpasses them and one could say an orc can be equalled to three foot soldiers.

“God, for such greed overtook this man, I shall require your assistance men, till death shall we fight!” The faithful Martin shouted as he and his men recklessly charged towards the orcs.

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Seeing this, the Orc leader can’t help but make a smile on his face “Such strong will weaklings, yet a will without strength can never change someone’s fate!” The orc then stomped his feet on the ground and a large rock bounced, the Orc took it and threw it towards Martin.

*Splash*

Martin looked at his chest and a hole can be seen, countless emotions surged through his face, terrified, shock, resentment, fear, and at last anger, during the process his very heart was crushed, only his brain hormones were keeping him alive and in only a matter of seconds or minutes will his brain stop functioning and die.

His body lifelessly fell on the ground and the men stopped their charge, terrified as they saw their General, the one who destroyed three orc occupied cities with his large legion of black armoured men, yet a blessing the goddess has bestowed to him! It was to see his remaining men slaughtered as his body lying on the ground with only his brain functioning.

He has seen horror but was not horrific as this, he has been fearful of many things yet those were not enough to make his very soul shook, yet now his soul was shaking, shaking to the core which made him want to die, yet before his very soul enters the underworld he heard the leading Orc’s voice “I see, so this abomination, caused by both us and humans are only made to offer them to the Undead King”

Then an Orc who is a captain asked “Warchief, why did we need to sacrifice both our kinds to those damned!?” The orc known as the Warchief answered “For he offered us protection against the Demons”

hearing this Martin cursed, cursed and cursed! So this battle was only for offerings and he and his legion was merely played through by his own kind! To him this was the greatest pain, the pain to be betrayed by your own parents, for the motherland has deceived them all.

“We shall leave now men! We shall live in peace from now on” Then the story about the battle of the Mirdvard Plains was spread throughout the lands, the humans were thoroughly defeated yet the Orcs was heavily damaged so both has come to diplomatic means, yet the truth was never spoken only the king and the ones in the higher echelons knows the truth.

“The name of the Great General Martin shall be forever carved in our heart! For he has fought valiantly for the land!” The man known as King Karlen neolith shouted as the Hundreds of thousands citizens of their city mourned for the death of the Great Legion.

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In the plains of Midvard, countless of corpses of both Orcs and humans can be seen, such abomination yet a beautiful art.

“Such masterpiece! Now minions of the dead serve me for I am thee Vernas! The ruler of the Great circle of Necromancy!”

Then a large black circle appeared on the ground “The dead rose, the winter shall fall”