7th Era 454, 22nd of Storm of Fire
East of Dead Marshes, Six Peak Mountains
Ugguthur’s aggressive yellow eyes was glaring at the lines marching below. Up front was the man he sought to slay today. The Goblin Bloodlord, or Warlord as humans and elves called it in their lack of knowledge about anything beyond their precious Black Mountain stretch and Crystal Lake and Red Lake. The little freaky Goblin sorcerer rode on a horse, probably captured in a plunder into human or dwarf lands. He was flanked by four Goblins on Cave spiders and a greenskin on the back of a wolf. Behind them came rows of Goblins and greenskin Orcs. No Black Orcs though; Ugguthur noted. They probably would never fall to the level where they followed a shitty Goblin worm. Hundreds of them coming up the path.
Ugguthur’s mother had been a greenskin Orc with Tiefling blood-a race of half demons-and his father was an ogre Warlord that raided his mother’s village and forcefully enjoyed her company, which nine months later led to his birth. He looked neither like an Orc or an ogre; but something better; something stronger. His skin was red like the color of blood, he rose above any Orc at 2.7 meters in height and he was extremely muscular. The wind was strong and flowed through his thick black whiskers and the beard braid reaching from his chin and down. Like always; Ugguthur’s only armor was the iron cuisse and greaves covering his legs and the visor less helmet on his head and his iron gauntlets.
The red skin giant of a half-breed was kneeling eight meters above the path on a rock formation. He was surrounded by greenskin Orcs. The none-Orcs was hiding below on the same level as the path.
Today the Brutal Beast Clan rises to greatness, he thought with a smug grin over his thick red lips. Today Clan Crooked Bone dies. He gripped his one handed axe. The axe was specialized for him; by him. It was made out of iron, the easiest to get ore in these lands-what the humans called the Barbarian lands-and it was six times larger than a normal one handed axe. It was an axe befitting his giant stature.
He slowly stood up with the eyes of his eager men upon him.
“Time for a slaughter,” he grinned and jumped off the formation and down into the marching greenskins and Goblins.
Off course chaos spread when he crushed a Goblin by landing on his head; turning his body into gory mush. From both sides of the passage his own greenskins leaped down with weapons drawn. Ugguthur swung his axe around and grabbed a greenskin’s skull; lifted him up and crushed it with a simple easy motion. With every swing of his axe he splattered blood and gore around him. He laughed as he slew Goblins and greenskins left and right. He roared loudly and cut, smashed and squeezed; leaving a trail of cut up corpses around him. he ripped out a greenskin’s ribcage with his bare left hand; covering his gauntlet in red Orc blood.
His none-Orc men swarmed out. Goblins with spears to block any escape and enslaved Ogres to go berserk. Already Ugguthur saw Goblins scrambling for safety. The cowards was running and climbing up a half caved in passage, a large hill of stone to climb over. But the Orc archers left up on the rock formations rained iron arrows into their backs. it served the cowards right, Ugguthur would do the same if his Goblins fled like cowards.
He saw a fireball hit a greenskin in the head. He fell over and screamed in agony. Ugguthur turned his eyes to the source. Of course, Ghikszak. The freakish little Goblin filth. The little bugger was throwing his magic around, burning Goblins; throwing up walls of energy; sending lightning through greenskins and created the occasional energy dagger in his hand and threw it into the face of the closest enemy.
“Fight cowards!” The damned Goblin yelled at his men. “Or I’ll skin you alive!”
His screeching ached in Ugguthur’s pointy red ears and he decided to end it. His iron boots clanked when he rushed through the slaughtering zone he had set up. He decapitated three greenskins on his rush to reach the far smaller Goblin Clan head.
Ghikszak was quick to have laid his eyes upon the giant warrior; since he was easy to pick out of the slaughterhouse the passage was turning into, with grey rock blocking every path that the Goblins and Ogres wasn’t trying to lock down. the little Goblin sorcerer was still sitting atop his horse when he spotted Ugguthur. He formed a ball of fire between his hands and lobbed it towards the red half-Orc. Impressively for someone his size; he dodged the fireball and leaped the last bit with his large axe coming down over the Goblin’s head. However; in the last fraction of a second he jumped off his horse, leaving it to be completely cut in half. Ugguthur released a battle cry that froze the blood in the vein of any Goblin on the battlefield. Be they on his side or Ghikszak’s.
When he had regained his stance Ghikszak turned to big red half-Orc.
“I am the supreme ruler of Six Peaks,” he growled. “You dare attack my territory!”
Ugguthur paused for a moment, then laughed.
“From today on, it all belongs to Ugguthur and the Brutal Beast Clan!”
Ghikszak titled his hood covered head.
“I figured you were him. Ugguthur the Beast. Heard lots about you.”
“The last thing you’ll hear is my axe cutting yer skull open!”
With that Ugguthur launched himself at him. In the last second Ghikszak ducked aside, leaving only a deep cut into the stone behind where the large axe impacted.
“Your goddamn magic won’t save ya!” Ugguthur growled.
Their fight was interrupted by a Goblin screaming his head off.
“Demons, demons, demons!”
Ugguthur and Ghikszak turned to look towards the stone rubble half blocking a passage. Demons of different kinds was starting to swarm over it and they killed the Goblins and greenskins in their way.
“Demons, I don’t…” Ugguthur heard Ghikszak muttered in shock.
Though he would never admit he was as surprised as the Goblin shit, well… he raised his axe and charged towards the demon onslaught. Gargoyles led the charge with their wings flapping in the wind, their feet touching stone and weapons in their hands. They looked cocky, until they met Ugguthur’s axe and he carved them up and squashed them under his boots or in his free hand. As he threw one of them head first into the rock wall he spotted-for a brief second-Ghikszak running off in the new wave of chaos brought about from the demons sudden attack. But even Ugguthur gasped when he heard the thundering roar of a dragon, and seeing the beast swoop in overhead was frightening even for him.
“Bloodlord! Bloodlord!” One of his greenskin Bloodsworn shouted. His blood oath sworn warrior was a few meters from him; cutting down a horned demon and blocking two Gargoyles. “Ghikszak fled!”
“I know!” He barked back.
“Can I suggest a retreat Bloodlord?!”
Normally Ugguthur would be furious at the mere mention of running away but that dragon could turn he and his men to ash and dust. His great Clan couldn’t lose him now. If he and his army died their hopes for glory and conquest died with him. without him they would never succeed in uniting all Orcs under one Clan and one rule. His.
“Blow the horn to retreat!” He decided with haste.568Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEj0Eja4q4J
