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Chapter 34: The Dwarven Conflict

Chapter 34: The Dwarven Conflict

Day 34 (Dwarven POV)

I slowly walked towards the Stone Gate of the Elders.

I was in no rush to get there seeing as how I could now do whatever I wished, whenever I wished.

I had dethroned my father but the last four days required a lot of my attention on the political spectrum.

I had to remove those who still stayed loyal to my father from power, and replace them with my own people.

I didn't hurt any of them as they were still loyal to our great kingdom but I couldn't let those senile old people control the kingdom any more.

My father had willingly allowed himself to be dethroned and he said with his wise and confident voice 'You shall regret your decision for ages to come my child and so will all who have sided with you' but I disregarded what he said.

He was a senile old fool who was long due for retirement.

I knew what I was doing father, don't you worry.

My close friends trailed behind me.

Jargon Bloodhammer, the giant dwarf, who had replaced his father as the head of Dhalfurum's military.

Rogi Trollhammer who had replaced his father as the head of house Trollhammer and had silenced much of the opposition to my ascent to the throne.

The rest of my comrades followed behind me, each and every single of them now a high ranking official.

They were all beyond excited.

Chattering about how we were going to put my plan into action soon. We were soon going to change Dwarf history.

Jargon: “Volkain” my friend questioned from behind me “Are you sure this is a good plan, I trust you with my life but it just seems” he paused as he tried to voice his worries properly but I simply smiled and reassured him.

Volkain: “Worry not Jargon, my friend” I said “We will not only crush the orcs, but we shall make them fear the word dwarf” I laughed as I said that but Jargon's worried look still stayed. For the past few days he had been discussing what could happen should we clash with the orcs but I was not worried, for I knew we would win.

Jargon: “What if the Dark God decides to take the remaining orcs under his banner and besiege us” he paused with a grim look “What then?” he questioned for the tenth time since my ascension. I sighed sadly and looked at him. Such a good man who thought so deeply for his country but he should seriously stop questioning his king.

Volkain: “Do not worry Jargon” I again told him to not worry “The Dark God would not dare attack us so long as we have our great protector, 'The Mountain God Dhalfar'” and with that I silenced both him and the rest of my followers by raising my hand.

We had reached the great hall and at the end of the great hall stood the Stone Gate of the Elders.

Crafted thousands of years ago by might Dwarf craftsmen.

And in front of that gate stood a half a thousand dwarf warriors.

Even though the total Dwarven military amounted to 1000 warriors, half of them had to be forced into retirement since they refused to follow my orders.

They were like the foolish nobles and commanders who clung to my father.

So I only had half the true might of Dwarvenkind behind me.

Although the warriors who followed me, were all mighty dwarves who would gladly die for both the glory and honour of their country.

Smiling I walked into the middle of my army.

My soldiers all stood at attention and waited for me to speak.

I looked at them all, one by one, nodding to myself in satisfaction.

Standing still I raised my hands into air and spread my message through the speech I had rehearsed a hundred times. I had decided that I would give these soldiers of mine a speech worthy of them, a passionate one.

Volkain: “Sons and daughters of Dhalfar” my voice boomed across the hall, echoing over and over “Today we reclaim our honor” I yelled as I stretched my hands out signifying our surrounding “Our pride and dignity” I continued as I waved my hands gesturing to our earthen walls “All of these words symbolise one thing” and with that I slammed my right fist into my chest “Our Dwarven Hearts which will never fall, yield or shy away from the filthy orcs” and with that I roared.

As my words echoed my soldiers began to cheer, they were excited.

Volkain: “Tonight we open our gates and reclaim our place in the outlands and once again let the whole of the land know the might of the Dwarves” I yelled “The Orc, the Humans, the Elves and even the Dark God himself shall shiver in fear once he stands face to face with the children of Dhalfar” my roar echoed throughout the hall “Dhalfar Ra Hazaran” I roared one final time.

But my roar only ignited that of a larger one as my whole army screamed into the air 'Dhalfar Ra Haya' signifying their love and loyalty for their home.

Long Live Dhalfar.

I glanced towards Jargon who simply nodded and then I walked towards the Gates of the Elders, Jargon and my comrades walking right behind me.

Our steps were accompanied by 500 more, the earth moving with our every move as we inched closer and closer to the gate.

And once we neared the gate, our attack began.

The gates were pushed open as I led the charge.

Walking past the tiny opening in the gate I exited and ran full force into a group of orcs, my roar echoing across the battlefield.

The orcs had stupid looks upon their faces as they could not comprehend what was happening.

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But my charge which pushed through dozens of orcs only went further as I was accompanied by the soldiers of my homeland.

With each step I ran I swung my hammer with my total might, each swing signifying another dead orc.

Each time I swung my hammer, I would kill and cripple, shattering the bones of orcs left and right.

Limbs and bones flew throughout the orcish horde in front of us.

Our surprise attack carved a path straight into the centre of the orc host leaving a trail of death in our path.

The orcs had already begun to rally and fix their positions but it mattered little at this point.

Volkain: “For every one us Dwarves to fall here today, a thousand of these scum will accompany us back to the stone” and with my final battlecry the battlefield descended into madness.

I swung my hammer to my left splitting an orc in two before I turned around to slam my hammer upon the head of another. It crushed the orcs head into its gut before I pulled my hammer back and slammed it into another.

Jargon was a stone wall whose skin shrugged off the attacks of even the mightier orcs, his hands crushing the skulls of the beasts as if it was nothing.

All around me my warriors dropped orcs left and right.

Already hundreds of orcs had fallen and not a single dwarf had yet.

We were winning.

We had the momentum, we had the power, we were the champions of this war.

But then my eyes focused on him.

The orc which had led this stupid campaign of his to the doorsteps of my mighty nation.

But the beast was only doing what was in its blood like its father before it and its father before that.

The ruler of the Mount Doom Orcs.

It was Lord Doom, the only orc with enough power to stand against the might of Clan Garghza.

And now he stood before me as with cocky look upon his face.

His black visage stood at over 4 metres tall, his dark red eyes glaring deeply into me as his blackish red lips slowly turned into a smirk.

Donned in his dyed steel armour, he had quite an intimidating appearance, but what was it compared to Dwarven armour.

Lord Doom: “Not bad Dwarfling” his deep, dark voice echoed across the battlefield “But it was futile, you should have just stayed holed up in your fortress, at least you would have lived longer that way” he laughed as he said this but before he could continue saying anything else I had already carved a part towards him and threw my hammer at him.

Surprised by my speed he barely blocked the hammer in time but even then the shock of the attack sent him skidding backwards several few metres but I didn't give him the chance to fix his stance and jumped towards him picking up my hammer, aiming it towards his chest I attempted to slam it there.

His eyes changed from a look of superiority to that of respect but then it changed once again to glee as he quickly drew his black great sword and blocked my hammer.

The shock wave split us and sent us both staggering backwards.

Lord Doom: “You are no ordinary dwarfling, I thought you to be a general but now I know better” he hissed “You are the child of that abomination, child of the Stone King” he whispered “the Prince of the Dwarves, no” he said so with disgust in his voice “No wonder you have enough power to stand up to me, that monster is strong enough to go toe to toe with a god” and with that he ran forward quickly and his great sword swung down towards me.

I rolled to the side and spat at him before swinging my hammer from my hip towards him.

He brought the great sword back to himself and smashed it into the hammers side changing its trajectory causing me to miss him but he didn't stop there as he brought the great sword down over my head.

I luckily managed to spin around gathering momentum with my hammer before bringing it up towards his chest.

His eyes widened in surprise but he kicked me sending him flying backwards causing my attack to miss.

We stood their eyeing each other awaiting the other person to move first but we both stood still.

All around us, the war raged on as dwarf slaughtered orc.

Volkain: “Looks like your little horde cannot handle the might of the dwarven race” I grinned as I said so causing his face to turn sour “So what shall the Orc Lord do to save his dying clan?” I questioned him but all he did in return was laugh out loud after he in turn also surveyed the surrounding.

Lord Doom: “You think you are winning?” his said so in between his laughter “Over a thousand of my orcs have died and you have 500 dwarves with you and not a single one has fallen 'yet'” he emphasised the word “But there stamina will not last forever” he said so with a grin plastered on his face “I have a horde of over 40,000 and I can see your men are starting to feel the fatigue, so now tell me” he said as he prepared to attack me “What will win out, your greater might or my greater numbers” smiling he brought his great sword up and prepared to attack “Do not forget, it is not always the quality is better than quantity” and with that he launched himself at me.

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The second chapter for today will come out in a few hours. I just have to head out, so I'll post it once I get back.

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-AK