“My Bogdan, the troops are in position.” Spoke Mivnev, his second in command quietly.

They were currently crouched low in the grain field surrounding a small town waiting for his signal before beginning the assault.

They had spent several days walking here before scouting the town, it had a low stone wall which could be easily climbed over within a few seconds. In terms of forces they had a small garrison of guards numbering 10 in total. They also had a militia that could be called, they numbered 100 souls.

Takarn was confident in the ability of his troop to take them in open combat, but he would take casualties for although his men were better they would still be outnumbered 2:1 so he decided against an open battle.

Instead his troop had been slinking slowly and undetected through a field of grain as they approached the town. There had been a few close calls, especially when the stumbled across a group of children, but Takarn had solved the problem, before they could scream for help his men had bludgeoned them to death with their fists littering the field with blood and brain matter.

But they were here now, at the edge of the field about 100 metres back from the wall, ready, poised and waiting.

“Good, send the signal.” He replied as Mivnev let out a light bird call and with that, all hell broke loose.

Takarn and his men materialised from the grain at a full sprint, clearing the 100 metre distance before anyone could blink. They threw themselves at the wall climbing it with makeshift climbing spikes made of bone.

They poked their heads over the wall before climbing up, they were standing on the ramparts when they were first seen. A boy, no older than 17 summers looked at them with disbelief, before he was impaled with a spear. But not before he was able to cry out.

“Orcs!”

The rest of the guards turned toward them and sent the alarm bells, but it was already too late, they were in the city, nothing could stop them now.

“Orcs!” Takarn roared. “Murder!” He said while pointing toward the town. All of the discipline he had spent months instilling disappeared in an instant as his men ran down the walls and into the town howling and whooping with bloodlust.

Takarn ran down as well flanked on both sides by a small group of his most loyal followers, Mivnev among them.

He ran through the town in search of plunder looking around he picked out the biggest building, it was rectangular, with a smaller pointed building sitting atop it like a hat, he shook his head, humans were weird.

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He ran through the town and was met with scenes of carnage and blood. One street was filled with severed body parts.

In the next he saw two of his orcs pinning down a small human child and as she writhed in pain they gorged themselves on her intestines.

Takarn’s mouth watered, he wanted to join but knew there were more important things to be done, Later. He told himself.

“Mivnev.” He yelled over the clamour that was a town being pillaged.

“Yes my Bogdan?” She asked questioningly.

“I wish for you to take ten of these soldiers.” He said gesturing toward the men around them. “And secure both the granaries and the blacksmith.” These were the two most important parts of the town, food for the Khans, and metal for himself.

“And what of you my Bogdan?”

“I shall take these two men and go to the large pointy building and investigate, afterwards I shall join you.”

“As you command my Bogdan.” She said leaving, and once more Takarn thanked Hirna that he was gifted with a skilled Ataman.

Takarn and his chosen soldiers ran up to the building and front kicked the door open. It exploded in a storm of splinters as Takarn and his soldiers entered.

Books! He thought in outrage. I came all this way for fucking books! Rage boiled up inside him, the rage of a hunt wasted, Hirna would not be pleased at this missed opportunity. That was when Takarn heard a quiet whimper from the upper room, he smiled, a cold, cruel and terrifying smile. Maybe the hunt would still be on after all. He smiled as he walked toward the stairs.

His men crouched low as they approached the door blocking them from entering the room, taking care to be as quiet as possible, there was no telling what may be behind that door.

He breached the room with yet another kick and storm of splinters and was met with a slight, hawkish looking man charging him with a pen knife.

He stabbed Takarn in the shoulder, barely managing to penetrate but still drawing blood Takarn was pissed.

He grabbed the man’s head and slammed it down as his raised his knee to meet it. What followed was a storm of blood, bone and brain showering the room and its other human occupant in gore.

She was a shorter woman, with long curly dark hair, fir skin and a cute heart shaped face.

She ran at him while crying, futilely slamming her fists into his chest. He backhanded her, hard. He felt her jaw break and she spun around before slumping over the table.

He walked up to her grabbing her by the hips and tearing off her clothes, he was frustrated beyond belief, and he had a perfect stress relief right here.

“Hold her down.” He said to his men as they took up position on the other end of the table grabbing and pulling her arms forcing her into a bent over position.

He ripped off the bottom part of her dress and was met with a soft perky butt. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks roughly his fingers gripping into them deeply eliciting a small cry of pain from his victim.

He hiked up his loincloth revealing his erect and massive member, it was onyx black, just like his skin and was currently throbbing in anticipation.

He pushed it into her anus continuing until he was balls deep causing howls of pain from the woman, her cries became muffled when one of his men shoved his own member down her throat.

Takarn pushed his cock in and out of her ass as she quivered in pain and fear, this continued for several more minutes before he finished inside her with a growl, his claws leaving long gashes down her back. He let the other orc have a turn with her before slitting her throat and letting her bleed out on top of a thick book.

At least today wasn’t all bad. He thought as he left the library, now to find Mivnev and see what has become of the grain.