The weak, wounded, and small Stantot's army fought valiantly, but they were vastly outnumbered by the hoard of trolls. The trolls, with their cruel eyes and sadistic grins, reveled in the slaughter, cutting down the Stantot soldiers with ease.
Captain Jameson, his armor dented and battered, fought bravely, but he was no match for the leader of the trolls, a towering monstrosity with a club as thick as a tree trunk.
"You are a fool for fighting us," the troll leader sneered, its voice like thunder. "You will make a fine addition to our collection of skulls."
Captain Jameson spat in the troll's face. "I'll never surrender. I'll die before I yield."
The troll leader laughed, its eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "Then die you shall."
With a mighty swing of its club, the troll leader struck Captain Jameson down, crushing his skull like a fragile eggshell. The Stantot soldiers wailed in despair as their captain fell.
The trolls pressed their advantage, cutting down the Stantot soldiers with ruthless efficiency. The battlefield was soon awash with blood, the screams of the dying echoing through the air.
"We can't hold out much longer," one of the Stantot soldiers cried, his voice trembling with fear. "We have to retreat."
But it was too late. The trolls had already surrounded them, cutting off all escape routes.
One by one, the Stantot soldiers fell, their bodies broken and battered. The trolls showed no mercy, no quarter. They killed with a sadistic glee, reveling in the suffering of their victims.
In the end, only a handful of Stantot soldiers remained, surrounded by the trolls, their swords broken, their armor dented and battered.
"It's over," one of the trolls sneered. "You have lost. Surrender now and we might spare your lives."
But the Stantot soldiers refused to yield. They fought on, even in the face of overwhelming odds, as they went down fighting.
And when the battle was finally over, the trolls stood victorious, their arms raised in triumph, their sadistic grins still plastered on their faces. The Stantot army was no more, crushed beneath the heel of the troll horde.
The day of the Match training had finally arrived, and the new recruits gathered in the fighting arena, surrounded by huge statues of men holding swords. Robert and his gang were amazed by the size of the arena, their eyes wide with excitement.
The match began, and the first contestants were chosen by the top officials. Robert, a werewolf, was paired against Mani, a shapeshifter. The two fighters faced off, their eyes locked in a fierce stare.
"You're going down, Mani," Robert snarled, his voice low and menacing.
"We'll see about that, Robert," Mani replied, his voice calm and confident.
The battle began, and the two fighters charged at each other. Robert transformed into a werewolf, his claws snapping wildly as he attacked Mani. But Mani was no pushover, shifting into a giant bear and swiping at Robert with his massive paws.
The crowd cheered as the two fighters clashed, their roars and snarls echoing through the arena. Robert's werewolf strength was formidable, but Mani's bear form was equally powerful.
The two fighters exchanged blows, their movements lightning-fast as they battled for dominance. Robert's claws raked across Mani's fur, but Mani's paws swiped at Robert with equal force.
As the battle raged on, it seemed that neither fighter could gain the upper hand. But Robert's werewolf strength slowly began to take its toll on Mani.
With a final, mighty swipe of his claws, Robert knocked Mani to the ground. The crowd erupted into cheers as Robert stood victorious, his chest heaving with exhaustion.
"Ha!" Robert exclaimed, his voice triumphant. "I told you I'd win!"
Mani slowly got to his feet, his fur matted with sweat and blood. "You won this time, Robert," he said, his voice grudging. "But I'll be back."
Robert grinned, his teeth sharp and pointed. "I'm looking forward to it."
The crowd cheered again, their voices echoing through the arena as Robert walked away, victorious. The next match was about to begin, and the crowd was eager to see who would emerge victorious.
"Next up, we have Scott, an elf, against a dwarf!" the announcer exclaimed.
The crowd cheered, their voices growing louder as the two fighters faced off in the arena. The battle was about to begin, and only one could emerge victorious.
The two fighters faced off, their swords clashing . Scott, an elf, stood tall, his slender frame belied by his lightning-fast movements. His opponent, a stout dwarf, grinned confidently, his axe at the ready.
The battle began, and the two fighters clashed, their blades ringing out as they exchanged blows. Scott's agility and quick reflexes allowed him to dodge the dwarf's powerful swings, as he struck back.
The dwarf, named Grimbul, was taken aback by Scott's speed and agility. He had never faced an opponent like this before, and he found himself struggling to keep up.
Scott took advantage of Grimbul's momentary confusion, striking again and again, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. Grimbul tried to defend himself, but Scott's attacks were too fast, too precise.
With a final, decisive blow, Scott knocked Grimbul's axe from his grasp, sending it flying across the arena. The crowd cheered as Grimbul fell to the ground, defeated.
Scott stood over him, his chest heaving with exertion, his sword still trembling with the force of his final blow. "You're a formidable opponent, Grimbul," he said, offering the dwarf a nod of respect. "But I'm afraid I'm the better fighter today."
Grimbul groaned, rubbing his head. "You win this time, elf," he said. "But I'll be back, and next time, I won't be so easy to beat."
Scott grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm looking forward to it," he said.
The crowd cheered again, their voices echoing through the arena as Scott walked away, victorious. The next match was about to begin, and the crowd was eager to see who would emerge victorious.
Finally, Zenia was selected to face a tribrid, a formidable opponent with the strength of a wolf, the speed of a vampire, and the magic of a witch. Zenia was shocked, but Scott reassured him, "It will be alright, Zenia. You've got this."
Robert cried out, "Beat that bastard for me, Zenia!" Zenia smiled and entered the battle ring, his sword at the ready.
The tribrid sneered at Zenia, "You are smiling at your demise, you lowly peasant. I will crush you to dust, just like I would have back at the mountain."
The battle began, and the tribrid unleashed his full fury upon Zenia. He transformed into a wolf, his jaws snapping wildly as he attacked. But Zenia was no pushover, using the KI technique to harness his energy and strike back with his sword.
The two fighters clashed, their movements lightning-fast as they exchanged blows. The tribrid's claws swiped at Zenia, his teeth snapping wildly as he tried to get past Zenia's defenses. But Zenia was quick, dodging and weaving around the tribrid's attacks.
"You're a formidable opponent, tribrid," Zenia said, his voice steady and calm. "But I'm not going to go down without a fight."
The tribrid snarled, his eyes blazing with fury. "You're no match for me, peasant," he growled. "I'll tear you apart."
The fight continued, the two fighters evenly matched. The tribrid's strength and speed were formidable, but Zenia's agility and quick reflexes allowed him to stay one step ahead.
But despite his best efforts, Zenia was starting to tire. The tribrid's attacks were relentless, and Zenia was beginning to feel the strain. His breathing was getting heavier, his movements slowing.
Just when it seemed like all was lost, Zenia remembered the tribrid's fighting style, which he had memorized during their previous encounter. With a sudden burst of inspiration, Zenia used the tribrid's own moves against him, striking at his weaknesses and landing a critical hit.
The tribrid stumbled back, his eyes wide with surprise. Zenia took advantage of the opening, striking again and again. The tribrid tried to defend himself, but Zenia's attacks were too fast, too precise.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the tribrid fell to the ground, defeated. Zenia stood over him, his chest heaving with exhaustion. "You were a worthy opponent," he said. "But in the end, I came out on top."
The crowd erupted into cheers as Zenia emerged victorious, the tribrid lying defeated at his feet. Robert grinned, "That one hell of a bastard there!"
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Zenia's unit, including Scott, cheered his name, "Zenia! Zenia!" Captain Ortega, seated among the officials, smiled and clapped, his eyes shining with pride.
Zenia felt happier than ever in his entire life, basking in the adoration of the crowd and the respect of his comrades. He had proven himself, and he knew that nothing could ever bring him down again.
After Zenia's victory, a wave of trolls attacked the arena, their ugly faces twisted in snarls. "What the hell are these?" Robert said, his eyes wide with shock. He had never seen anything as ugly as them before.
"Trolls!" Scott cried out, his voice ringing through the arena. "Everyone, get ready for battle!"
The fighters readied themselves, their weapons at the ready. Zenia, still exhausted from his fight against the tribrid, tried to withstand the trolls' attack. But he had used the KI technique too much in their previous battle, and he was starting to feel the strain.
As the trolls closed in, Zenia stumbled forward, his movements slow and sluggish. The trolls were relentless, their clubs and swords striking again and again.
In the midst of battle, Zenia fainted, his body crashing to the ground. The trolls closed in, their eyes gleaming with triumph.
"No!" Robert shouted, his voice ringing through the arena. "We can't let them win!"
Scott leapt forward, his eyes fixed on the trolls. "We have to protect Zenia!" he cried out.
The fighters rallied around Scott, their weapons striking back at the trolls. But there were too many of them, and soon the fighters were surrounded.
Just when all seemed lost, Captain Ortega appeared, his voice ringing out. "Fall back!" he shouted. "We need to regroup!"
The fighters retreated, their eyes fixed on the trolls. They knew they had to come up with a new plan if they were going to defeat them.
As they caught their breath, Robert turned to Scott. "What are we going to do?" he asked. "We can't keep fighting like this."
Scott's eyes were grim. "We need to come up with a new strategy," he said. "We can't take them on head-on."
Captain Ortega nodded. "I agree," he said. "We need to use our surroundings to our advantage. We need to outsmart them."
The fighters nodded, their minds racing with ideas. They knew they had to come up with a plan, and fast, if they were going to defeat the trolls and save Zenia.
The fighters gathered around Captain Ortega, their faces set with determination. "We need to use our surroundings to our advantage," he repeated. "We can't take them on head-on."
Robert nodded. "I think I see a way," he said. "The arena has a series of tunnels and passageways beneath it. If we can lure the trolls down there, we can trap them."
Scott's eyes lit up. "And I know just how to do it," he said. "I've been studying the arena's layout. I can lead them down into the tunnels."
Captain Ortega nodded. "Alright, here's the plan. Scott will lead the trolls down into the tunnels. Robert, you'll take point and make sure they follow. The rest of us will fall back and prepare to ambush them."
The fighters nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew it was a risky plan, but they had no other choice.
Scott led the charge, taunting the trolls and luring them down into the tunnels. Robert followed close behind, his eyes fixed on the trolls. The rest of the fighters fell back, preparing to ambush the trolls.
As the trolls followed Scott deeper into the tunnels, the fighters sprang into action. They attacked from all sides, their weapons striking . The trolls were caught off guard, and they stumbled backward in surprise.
But they quickly regrouped, their eyes blazing with fury. The fighters knew they had to end this quickly, before the trolls overwhelmed them.
Captain Ortega gave the signal, and the fighters launched a final attack. They fought with all their might. The trolls fell one by one, until finally, they were defeated.
The fighters stood victorious, their chests heaving with exhaustion. They had done it. They had defeated the trolls.
Zenia woke up with a headache, finding himself lying in his bunk. He looked around, but didn't see anyone. He stood up and went to the dressing room, where he saw everyone wearing their gears.
"Thank God you're awake, Zenia," Scott said, seeing him from a distance.
Zenia approached Scott, his eyes scanning the room with a sense of urgency. "Scott, what's happening?" he asked, his voice low and intense.
Scott turned to him, his expression grave. "Zenia, I'm glad you're awake. We've received some devastating news," he said, his voice measured.
Zenia's instincts kicked in, his senses on high alert. "What is it?" .
Scott hesitated, collecting his thoughts before speaking. "After the trolls' attack, we received word that Captain Jameson was killed in battle at the Plains of Stantot's. He and his one thousand men were ambushed, and...they didn't stand a chance," he said, his voice heavy with sorrow.
Zenia's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with the implications. "What? That's impossible. Captain Jameson was a seasoned warrior, one of the best," he said, his voice laced with disbelief.
Scott nodded, his eyes somber. "I know. But the trolls were too strong, too numerous. They overwhelmed him and his men, and...it was a massacre," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Zenia's grip tightened, his anger rising. "And what about the trolls? What are they doing now?" he asked, his voice cold and deadly.
Scott's expression turned grave. "They're heading to Kans, Zenia. Your village. They're going to destroy everything and everyone you hold dear," he said, his voice firm.
Zenia's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing with fear. "No, that can't be. We have to stop them. We can't let them destroy my village," he said, his voice laced with determination.
Zenia rushed to wear his gears, determined to protect his village. Scott tried to tell him to rest, but Zenia didn't agree.
The soldiers gathered in the great squrae, their numbers swelling to 4000 newly recruits. The air was electric with tension, the weight of their mission settling heavy on their shoulders.The Commander stood atop a raised platform, his eyes scanning the sea of faces before him.
"Soldiers, we stand here today on the precipice of battle," he began, his voice ringing out across the square. "The trolls have brought destruction and chaos to our lands, and it is our duty to stop them."
The soldiers nodded, their faces set with determination.
"We will not stop, we will not eat, until we meet the trolls in battle and destroy them," The Commander continued. "We will fight with every ounce of strength we possess, with every breath in our bodies. We will not falter, we will not fail."
The soldiers erupted into cheers, their voices echoing off the buildings. Zenia stood tall, his heart pounding with excitement and fear. He knew the road ahead would be fraught with danger, but he was ready.
"Captain Ortega, you and your team will lead the charge," The Commander said, his eyes locking onto Ortega's. "You have shown bravery and skill in battle before, and I have no doubt you will do so again."
Ortega nodded, his throat tight with emotion. He knew the weight of responsibility rested on his shoulders, but he was ready to bear it.
"Let us march into battle with honor and courage," The Commander said, his voice ringing out once more. "Let us show the trolls the true meaning of strength and determination."
The soldiers cheered again, their voices growing louder and more fervent. Zenia felt a surge of pride and purpose, knowing he was part of something greater than himself.
With a final nod, The Commander leapt from the platform, his sword at the ready. The soldiers followed, their footsteps echoing through the streets as they marched towards their destiny.
As they marched, Zenia felt a sense of camaraderie with his fellow soldiers. They were all in this together, united in their quest to defeat the trolls.
"Zenia, we'll watch your back out there," Robert said, his voice low and steady.
"And we'll watch yours," Zenia replied, his eyes locked on Robert's.
Together, they marched into the unknown, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
As they marched for days , Zenia and Robert looked down from a hill and saw their village. At this they vowed to protect it.
When they reached the battlefield, they saw an army of 50,000 trolls. The commander decided on a defensive strategy.
The next day, the war began in earnest. The Stantot's army had set up a defensive line, with shields positioned at the front and dragon riders behind them. Experienced soldiers stood in the frontline, ready to face the troll army.
Robert turned to Zenia, his eyes wide with nervousness. "This is nerve-wracking," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never seen so many trolls before."
Zenia nodded, his grip on his sword tightening. "We'll get through this," he said, trying to sound calmer than he felt. "We've trained for this moment."
"But what if we're not enough?" Robert asked, his voice laced with doubt.
"We'll find a way," Zenia said, his eyes locked on the troll army. "We have to."
As the trolls attacked, the dragons poured fire down on them, scorching their skin and sending them screaming. The defense line moved forward, pushing the trolls back.
But the trolls were relentless, and they broke through the defense line with a machine that shot rocks. The rocks flew through the air, hitting the shields and sending soldiers flying.
"Take cover!" someone shouted, as the soldiers scrambled to get out of the way.
Zenia and Robert huddled behind a shield, watching in horror as the trolls advanced.
"This is not good," Robert said, his voice shaking. "We can't hold out for much longer."
"We have to," Zenia said, his eyes locked on the troll army. "We can't let them go any further."
The commander's voice rang out across the battlefield, his words clear and urgent. "Retreat! Recreate the defense line!"
The soldiers scrambled to obey, falling back to regroup and reassess their strategy. But Captain Ortega knew they couldn't afford to wait. The trolls were too strong, too relentless.
"Captain Ortega, we need you to lead a team to take out the troll leader," the commander said, his eyes locked on Ortega's.
Ortega nodded, his mind already racing with the task ahead. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he had to try.
"Zenia, Robert, Scott, and the rest of Unit 7, come with me," Ortega said, his voice firm.
The soldiers nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew the risks, but they also knew they had to try.
As they formed up, Ortega explained the plan. "We'll create a spear defense and pierce deep into the enemy. Our goal is to take out the troll leader and break their morale."
Zenia nodded, his grip on his sword tightening. "Let's do this."
The group set off, their shields locked together as they charged into the fray. The trolls were relentless, but the soldiers pushed forward.
As they pierced deeper into the enemy, the fighting grew fiercer. Zenia found himself face to face with a massive troll, its eyes blazing with fury.
"I've got this!" Robert shouted, charging forward to take on the troll.
Zenia nodded, his eyes scanning the battlefield. They were making progress, but they still had a long way to go.
Suddenly, Scott shouted, his voice urgent. "Captain Ortega, we've got a problem!"
Ortega turned, his eyes locking onto a group of trolls closing in on their flank.
"Unit 7, defend!" he shouted.
The soldiers rallied, their shields locking together as they fought off the troll attack. But in the chaos, Ortega was stabbed by a troll spear.
"Captain!" Zenia shouted, his heart racing with fear.
Ortega fell, his eyes locked onto Zenia's. "Finish the mission," he whispered, his voice fading away.
Zenia nodded, his grip on his sword tightening. He knew what he had to do.
Zenia took a deep breath and rallied the remaining soldiers. "We have to keep moving forward!" he shouted. "We can't let Captain Ortega's sacrifice be in vain!"
The soldiers nodded, their faces set with determination. They pushed forward, their shields locked together as they fought off the trolls.
As they pierced deeper into the enemy, Zenia spotted the troll leader - a massive, grotesque creature with eyes that glowed like embers.
"That's our target!" Zenia shouted. "Let's take him down!"
The soldiers charged forward. The troll leader roared with fury, its massive fists swinging through the air.
But Zenia was undaunted he focused fully and gathered all his primordial spirit unlocking a massive strength never seen before and attacked . With a swift strike, he cut off the troll leader's head, its body crashing to the ground.
The trolls wavered, their morale broken at this they all ran away dropping there weapons. The soldiers cheered, their voices ringing out across the battlefield.
But Zenia's triumph was short-lived. As he turned to rally his soldiers, he saw the devastating toll the battle had taken.
Captain Ortega lay dead, his body pierced by a troll spear. With Robert carrying Scott lifeless body.
Zenia's heart sank, his eyes scanning the battlefield as he saw the dead body of his comrade scattered on the battlefield.
After the battle Zenia buried Scott and Captain Ortega below a pendam tree on top of a mountain and left.