After his triumphant roar, the enemy became demoralized, the mace-wielding orc was their leader and he had just been slain. With the death of their most powerful warrior, the enemy orcs did not feel that they could win and with such a mindset, they were already defeated. Rallying behind the new wielder of the mace, the Ulgar orcs drove back the enemy but did not follow, their bloodlust turning into greed as they eyed the various prizes that were there for the taking on the battlefield.
The young orc did not bother himself with such trivialities, he had the mace and that was all he needed. Meanwhile, his father and a few other veteran orcs watched the young orc, having decided that this orc had most definitely earned his name. In fact, they would give it to him now, the orcs weren’t that big on formalities, rather they tried to do everything as quickly as possible for the chance may never come again. Orcs were born and were killed at insanely fast rates, therefore, orcs did not have the luxury to take things slow.
So the veterans approached the young orc who quickly stood and bowed after seeing them approach, these warriors were the definition of strength and therefore deserved the highest of respect.
Then, in front of all the orcs, the young orc’s father announced, “You have earned your name my son! From now on, you shall be known as Yargul!”
The young orc, now Yargul, was in awe of his name, whispering it over and over again.
His whispers got louder and louder until he shouted, “I am Yargul!”
His excitement rubbing off on others, the surrounding orcs began to cheer, this was a momentous occasion and although they were all rivals, the earning of one’s name meant that the newly-named orc was deserving of respect. There was some envy but nothing serious. It was more like, I can’t believe he got his name before me! There was nothing like long lasting hatred over achievements of another orc, that was petty and a sign of weakness. If an orc had a problem with another orc, they demanded a dual to settle it and the matter was considered settled once one orc won, whether it was the orc with the grievance or the orc who was the cause of it.
After a short rest, the orcs of Ulgar stood and began marching once more, they had yet to complete a raid. After an hour’s march through forest and hills, they arrived at their prize, a Sangwin fortress which was a fine example of human-orc architecture. It’s seven-meter tall walls made with sturdy wood logs made for an excellent defense against the crude weapons and tactics of orcs who only knew how to charge and kill. Standing tall above them, the orcs of Sangwin would be able to rain death upon them although due to the recklessness of orcs, it wouldn’t be long until a ramp of corpses would be tall enough to reach the top.
But this was an unviable tactic right now, the orc raiding party did not have the numbers to do so, they’d only have enough orcs to make the ramp and none left to actually carry the fighting into the fort. So the orcs began to cut trees, using the large ones as the base for battle rams while smaller ones were woven together to make a rough shield to protect them from most projectiles. They planned to use these in their assault on the gates of the fort and perhaps some of the weaker sections of the wall, those walls may be sturdy but the strength of orcs was not something to be laughed at. They could probably tear down the walls barehanded if left alone, their strength and high tolerance of pain allowed them to push their bodies to its limits and beyond, going so far as to tear their muscles from overexertion.
But all this self-harm doesn’t matter to an orc, as long as they prove that they were strong, it is fine to die. An orc’s expected lifespan rarely goes beyond a decade or two, in fact, to live to fifteen was considered a great achievement. Orcs live in perpetual warfare and that paired with their reckless nature equals short lifespans. Orcs often go to war covered in serious wounds, all out of the desire to prove that they are strong. It did not matter what physical condition they were in, when war came, they must answer the call. Refusing to do so was cowardice and no orc could tolerate being a coward.
That was why there was no shortage of volunteers for the duty of ramming, although only those with heavy armor were chosen. They had the highest chance of survival and survival was needed for the battle ram. They would be exposed to all that the enemy had to offer and those who were on ramming duty needed to be tough enough to survive the barrage of deadly objects. In all, twenty-four orcs were chosen, four groups of six that each had a crude wooden ram. It would be a wave tactic, one ram goes in and once it becomes useless, the second ram goes in, then the third and fourth.
Meanwhile, Yargul was underneath one of the many large shields, preparing to charge once the gate was breached. Yargul watched in anticipation as the first ram charged forward, although its orcs were quickly slain by boulders and spears. The next ramming group fared much the same until the veterans came up with a solution. Two of the shield orcs would accompany the third ram, hiding it underneath their shields. This way the ram would be safe enough to reach the gate. This time it worked, the shield orcs able to withstand the various projectiles hurled at their direction, quickly making a position around the ram so that its orcs were safe from danger.
After the first initial charge, the following rams weren’t as powerful but they, with the help of several orcs from the shield group, caused the gate to shudder. But this still wasn’t enough, they needed more power. But before they could muster enough momentum, hot oil was poured on them and even with their high pain tolerance, the orcs couldn’t help but howl in pain, rolling on the ground in an effort to lessen the pain. They were quickly dispatched by the defenders and the fourth and final ramming group with their escort charged towards the gate.
Yargul was part of the two shield groups that escorted the ram, roaring at the top of his lungs along with the other orcs as they charged towards the gates. He and the other shield orcs stopped near the gate but the ramming group just picked up their speed, their blow causing wood to snap and splinter. Oil once more rained down but having learned from their predecessors, the shield and ram teams quickly retreated, waiting for the downpour to stop. Once it was over, the ramming team charged towards the gate, wood splintering all over the place as they did so, wood breaking apart. A few more hits would do the trick but they’d have to play it carefully, if they were caught under the hot oil, then this raid was a bust.
There had only been a hundred orcs in the beginning but due to the ambush, their numbers were lessened to around eighty. Half had been used for the shield and ramming teams sent out to the gates so they could not spare any more orcs. This was unacceptable so the orcs were far more careful than they usually were, this was their last chance and they knew it. And so the ramming team backed up again, intending to break the gate with this one last strike, putting all their strength into it. Yargul and a few other orcs even joined the ramming team to add more power, they absolutely could not fail.
And so, the ramming team roared and charged, Yargul pushing for all he was worth. He continued to pour speed and strength into his legs while pushing as hard as he could with his arms, the other orcs doing the same. In fact, they were going so fast that the log they were carrying felt as light as air in their hands as it was traveling at the same speed as them. It then became a struggle of maintaining that speed rather than adding to it, should the orcs be unable to, the ram would fly out of their hands and bury itself into the dirt. Then the ram came to a jarring stop, breaking bones when the ram collided with the gates. Wood exploded as the orcs upfront had their eyes gouged out by the splinters while those in the back were relatively safe behind their bodies.
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But their wounds had not come in vain, the gate had been broken and with roars of triumph, the Ulgar orcs prepared to charge in. But the Sangwin orcs were one step ahead of them and they were the ones who charged through the gate, killing the blinded orcs and most of ramming team before they could prepare themselves. Yargul, however, had enough time to react, dropping the ram and pulling out his mace, smashing it across the head of one ballsy orc.
He then roared in defiance, “My name is Yargul, he who will become the strongest of all orcs! Come at me if you wish to die!”
There was momentary stillness on the battlefield, the Sangwin orcs trying to understand the foolishness of this young orc. But after hearing the battle cries of the nearing Ulgar orcs, the Sangwins quickly regained their wits and continued to fight, Yargul meeting their charge with one of his own. He swung and punched, ignoring most of the attacks directed his way, only caring that he killed his enemy as fast as possible. The Sangwin orcs who initially thought of him as foolish began to realize that his words weren’t all talk, even normal orcs wouldn’t have managed to last so long but here he was, not just surviving but fighting back as well.
Yargul managed to survive long enough for his clansorcs to arrive, although by the time they had arrived, he had a spear sticking out of his shoulder and his limbs were covered in cuts and bruises. He took a small breather while they took the brunt of the fighting, pulling out the spear while he still had the adrenaline, although it was beginning to fade and the pain starting to set in. But he ignored his wounds and charged back into the fray, his mace crushing skulls and breaking limbs. He pushed his way through the sea of orc bodies—both dead and alive—until he entered the Sangwin fort where there was slightly more space. But it was still too tight for him to wield his mace with any real strength so he relied on punching, his gauntlets tipped with short spikes acting more as a miniature ram than a fist. Of course, he could only use one arm properly because of his shoulder wound but that didn't matter, as his left arm was basically useless, he might as well use it as a meat shield.
He put dents in armor and pulverized chests with his armored fist, not afraid to kick or elbow either. His whole body was a weapon and it would be a shame if he didn’t use it. The Sangwin orcs were pushed back, although they did not give up their ground easily. They laid traps and ambushes for foolish orcs that moved up too quickly although these were more of an annoyance than a real hindrance. But even so, this delayed their progress through the fort considerably, forcing the Ulgar orcs to take their time checking for potential traps.
But their progress was inexorably and soon, the orcs stood before the keep where most of the families of the fort were held. Their houses had already been raided along the way, Ulgar orcs sporting the jewels and precious items that once belonged to these orc families. The Sangwin orcs meanwhile hunkered down near the gate of the keep, prepared to defend it to their dying breath. The Ulgar orcs meanwhile were at a loss, how were they supposed to get through the gate? But this was soon solved as they sent a team back to retrieve the ram while a few orcs would take their heavy weapons and pound away at it in the meantime.
Yargul was one of those chosen to hack away at the gate, his mace being one of the heaviest weapons in the current orc arsenal. He went to his duty gladly, swinging his mace with full strength, causing wood to splinter with each strike. Another orc joined him, wielding a large battleax which buried itself deep into the wood of the gate repeatedly, making a jagged slit through which the orc would see within the keep. Yargul treated this as some sort of competition and began to smash away furiously at the gate, soon making a hole for himself.
Soon the other orc caught on and by the time the ramming team arrived, the gate was pockmarked with holes, it would only need a single strike to break through. The ramming team thanked Yargul and the other orc who took a moment to shake hands, wide grins on their faces. They then stepped aside to allow the ram to break down the gate, the orcs roaring as they charged. The gates were forced open and the two sides clashed once more, blood being spilled, limbs being broken and bodies left lying on the floor.
The Ulgar orcs swept through the keep, slaughtering all who remained within, even women and children. Orcish women were as fierce as men so they were a danger that could not be ignored and the children were also killed in order to prevent them from adding to the enemy clan’s warriors. Of course, the women weren’t killed immediately, some were subdued and raped by Ulgar orcs, doing it right then and there while other orcs were fighting. In fact, Yargul had just finished killing a Sangwin orc and stumbled on a clansorc pushing a female to the ground, repeatedly humping her while she struggled. This sight was nothing new to Yargul, orcs often had sex at the village as orcs weren’t really embarrassed about having sex in public. He just grunted and ignored them, going to find more orcs to kill.
He made his way deeper into the keep and found a wooden door. He kicked it down and found an orcish female and three children. The female charged, a knife in her hands and Yargul easily killed her. He then looked at the children and with a sigh, he approached them. The kids did not break down but instead rushed at Yargul, beating him uselessly with their fists. Yargul smacked one across the face, grabbed and tossed one into the wall and kicked the last one to the ground.
He praised, “You are brave orcs, for your bravery, I’ll reward you with a quick death.”
So saying, he raised his mace and proceeded to kill them, smashing in their heads to ensure a quick death. Once they were all dead, he left the room after taking the female orc’s knife. He then moved on, clearing several more rooms in this manner until he stumbled on a single orcish female who was wounded. Seeing as she was rather attractive, he succumbed to his desires, pulling out his rapidly stiffening member.
She glared at him from across the room, holding onto a knife in her one good hand. Yargul easily disarmed her by breaking her good arm and mounted her, ignoring the various profanities she hurled his way. He pinned her down with his good arm while he reached down to her crotch with his left, rubbing it while she squirmed underneath him. Once he felt that she was ready, he positioned his member to penetrate her. He then thrust himself deep into her, causing her to squeal in pain, although she soon returned to cursing him out.
As he continued to fuck her, her curses were often interrupted by grunts as she tries to resist the pleasure of the rape. Eventually, she just stopped struggling and cursing, just glaring at the ceiling while ignoring Yargul’s very presence. Glad that she had stopped cursing, Yargul then changed positions, flipping her onto her stomach and fucked her doggy style. She snorted as he did so but didn’t resist, she was too wounded to do free herself from him. Eventually, he came inside her and she sighed with relief, it was finally over. Yargul breathed out and withdrew, replacing the armor and clothing that he had removed. Meanwhile, the female just lay there, cum dripping out of her pussy.
He then looked at her and asked, “Well, do you wish to live or die?”
She just said, “Kill me.”
He nodded, “As you wish.”
He then raised his mace and killed her, crushing her skull to make for a quick death. He then left her corpse in the room after cleaning out the room of valuables, what type of orc would he be if he ignored loot right in front of him? When he had gathered enough loot to satisfy him, he went to the keep gates where the other orcs were gathering. After waiting for everyone to return and making sure that they left nothing of value behind, the orcs of Ulgar packed up and marched home, leaving behind a fort devoid of life.