Miles out of the besieged fortress were two middle-aged men riding on a horse. They had leather armor on and no helmet. The horses were swift as dire wolves as they mowed through blades of grass. The two were on a mission.

That mission was delivering a message.

One of them had long blonde hair whilst the other had short brown hair. Their weapons were sheathed and were on their waist.

As the two neared a summit of a hill, they heard noises near them. The blonde long hair, who was ahead, stopped his mount. His friend followed as they looked at their surroundings. There were small hills and rocks scattered around, making it an ideal place for an ambush.

“Yerll, do you hear something?” The blond one spoke, unsheathing his sword just in case.

“What do you hear Fred?” Yerll asked curiously. He was nervous about what Fred was doing. “We need to give this message to General Arthur.”

“…” Fred was silent. Before Yerll could ask again, Fred went on to the summit of a nearby hill. The hill gave him a view that was the top portion of the fortress. In the sky was smoke coming from the fortress itself. Yrell joined him and saw it too. Both were shocked at what was happening.

“We need to warn the General of this.” Fred said before commanding his steed to turn around. Yrell followed.

As they were heading back, an arrow came from nowhere, whizzing past Yrell and his horse.

“Fuck, Ambush!” Yrell shouted, lowering his body.

From nowhere, a pack of goblin wolf riders appeared with the intent of murdering them. The wolf riders were chasing down the two messengers while a few were using their bows. The two were able to successfully dodge the arrows but the other wolf riders were too fast on their mounts.

Fred looked behind them and saw some goblins coming near.

“Yrell! We gotta fight!” Fred shouted as he commandeered his steed to go left. Yrell’s face was filled with shock and fear.

“What!?” Yrell shouted at him. But when he didn’t answer he cursed. “Fucking hell.”

He then followed Fred again.

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Near the breach, the spearmen were fighting against the incoming enemies. The struggle to hold the breach was shown as the Orks overpowered many of the spearmen before going down. The goblins were a problem too as they were sneaky and small, causing casualties to unsuspecting soldiers. They fought with all their strength as the fight raged on in the breach.

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The battering ram was still pounding the gate, but every slam into it seemed to do no damage as it was a huge steel gate. This gave the other soldiers time to reposition and reinforce the others.

“Get down!”

“Hold! Hold!”

The fight near the breach was all too brutal. Each side had taken damage but not enough to dissuade the other side to retreat. Each troop that poured into the breach was problematic. Ogres were starting to make their way into the breach and the cannons were running out of ammunition.

“We need reinforcements!”

The archers stationed near were not enough to help the spearmen. They were all dying in gruesome ways. Some were pierced in the chest and left to die on the ground. Some had their throats slit. Some had their heads crushed by the hands of Orks, and some were dying by the number of projectiles arriving.

It was the same thing with the Federation. Many were dying by the number of projectiles and human weapons.

Eventually, an order was given by General Arthur. Seeing the fighting on the lower grounds, he ordered more troops to reinforce the line.

“Send in more troops.” General Arthur commanded, ordering Limere to send more troops. “And send in the Dread Hammers.”

“Yes sir.” Limere obliged and went to inform the Dread Hammer company as well as more companies.

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“Itz no uze!” An Ork shouted. “Gaetz too strong!”

Hagkat and the other Orks were still using the battering ram. But no matter how many times they hit the gate; it would not move. They were wasting their time doing it to no avail.

“Whad we do zen?!” Another Ork shouted. Argues started as none of the Orks there knew what to do now. Hagkat remained silent as the others shouted and fought each other. During that schism, Hagkat was thinking of ways how to slam the gate open.

That was when he heard an Ogre shouting in pain in the distance. He turned to the direction and he got an idea. Hagkat ran towards the direction of the camp, hoping that he would be there. As he reached the outskirts of the camp, he saw Kagan treating the wounded and some other people. Fortunately, he saw what he was looking for.

“Griem! Griem!” Hagkat shouted when he saw a goblin shaman. The goblin had on a cloak with a hood covering his head.

“Hagka! What you do here?!” The Goblin Shaman was shocked to find Hagkat not on the battlefield.

“We need magik! Deztroy gaet!” Hagkat answered. Griem was reluctant to do so.

“But they see me. They kill me!” Griem answered back.

“Pleaze. Need help! You. Only one. Help friend.” Hagkat replied back to Griem. Griem contemplated on it. Griem looked at Hagkat in his green eyes and saw his look of desperation. Hesitantly, Griem silently nodded.

“I’ll do it.” Griem finally gave in. Hagkat grunted in satisfaction. The two then ran to the gate as fast as they could. Hagkat was in front while Griem was following from behind to not get noticed. Unfortunately for them, the artillery shots from the fortress were indiscriminate. As Hagkat was running, a cannon shell slammed into the ground in front of him, causing a shockwave, pushing Hagkat to the ground and knocking him unconscious. Griem stopped in his tracks as soon as Hagkat’s shadow left him. He was now left open and had nowhere to hide.

From the walls, shouts were heard, and some words that were faintly heard were.

“Shaman!”

“Fire!”

Griem ran to the nearest place where he could hide as bullets and arrows whizzed past him. He was not athletic nor full of stamina so he was getting slower and slower by the second. He was nearing a hiding spot when a cannon’s shot landed near him, knocking him to the ground just like Hagkat.

This was it, he was knocked to the ground and vulnerable. He was going to die.

“No, no! No kill me please!” Griem cried as he got into a fetal position, making himself look small. “I no want kill! No die too!”

His cries were left unheard as gunshots and arrows came flying through the air.