Dark Blaze

Chapter 37

Armies and Guards shielded as the orcs run onward to the townlet before the castle. Fires above the tower and house - it kept spreading as the winds strive to pull them away. The orcs raise their war hammer and big axes downward to smash the shield vertically. Ogres commence smashing the walls that are structured a century ago that are now ruined by their disastrous invasion. Some guards are ripped open, and chopped making their torsos departed one another and other bodies have occurred crushed like a tomato dressing. Rains of lances above, striking the villagers running from the chaos and then the blade penetrates into their flesh to the skin as it falls above them sans a single protection with them. Some army with glaive and shield, riding on the steed, sauntering to the ogres and orcs to strike back but they were fled away by the heavy hand of the ogres and the orcs stabbed the steed before slaying the rider. Some orcs perished by the sword of a true warrior, jabbed into the chest, and let their blood flow beneath them. A loud clarion of outcries from the survivors, suffering from pain and witnessing horror upon their home. Orcs with war hammers were swinging their weapon right to the head of the villagers breathing still withstood from their previous attack to cease their mouths from wailing for help.

Drops of ashes overhead and they drift high like winter, the other orcs tossing the mischievous children that are not listed to vestal ones to the flames even though they were still breathing and capturing the pregnant woman regardless. Orcs were knocking down the woman by slapping them to settle them in a cage neatly. Orcs with ax kept slashing the neck, arm, legs, and face of the villagers - if they espy someone outside of their home, they will slay them with no forgiveness after slewing the innocents. There are many houses in this village before entering the castle, there are corners, and there are some at the back and front. Orcs are clearing the area if the humans dwell above Leicestershire are truly dead if the others are not yet lifeless - they will chop their heads and body into pieces for supper. The ogres reloaded their catapult to fire once again but this time it will be aimed at the castle.
Defenses upheld the towers not to shatter by shooting at the orcs trying to break down the tower with their crossbow fire. Some orcs were shot in the head, torso, chest, and legs with a plash of gore as the arrow goes into the flesh but other orcs are not.

The lifeless orcs were been stepped on its head and body by their kin - as they all try to stroll and bang their head onto the walls so they can take them apart but it stood tough to wipe out. Some tried to swing their hammer to the walls- slowly will shatter as they saw a slight crack in them.
Even though the guards slew many but they are still outnumbered. The ogres and some orcs left behind were still inside the borders which is the village before entering the castle - still looking for some survivors to kill. Fires everywhere, darkness takes over, blood wherever they go and the ten fighters that Melrys picked were now outside seeing how awful will be their foe is. The village was big as the Median City so it will take hours or maybe days to wipe out the humanity living in Leicestershire. "This is what Willow was talking about eh?" The ninth warrior said with an awkward smile that are concealed with uncertainty. All of the men nodded unhurriedly.

"Yes lad, you five on the right will search for some survivors while we that are left will fight for this kingdom, who is with me?!" Melrys said with an energy that she is fully prepared to fight - before she came into the tavern she is already wearing armor without getting caught by her mother. All of her men raised their swords as an agreement with a yell of glee and assembled to battle for their home. "My lady, it is too destructive out there or in here, do not risk your life, if you perished either your mother, no Royal will rule here, you should be protected me lady" Shanne laid his hand onto her shoulder after the man shouted. They all started to stare at the princess, their brows shoved in nigh to their gloomy gaze and putting their swords back in where they take them out. "He is right, my lady, what if you died or were injured maybe," the fifth man said with a sad upon his visage but beyond was much more deeper than that - they know Melrys since she was held by Leicestershire or since the adolescence days. "It is promising to provide us the quest than risking your life that we can even handle the crisis, My lady" the first man came into the tavern before Melrys with a kind sweet smile. All men agreed with him as well Shanne.