Ophuthis: Unfaltering Fidelity

Chapter 22: The 12th Devil Master, Part I

  So much time is already wasted. The enemy army is very close and will attack any second now. The Elves rushed to the front and formed a neat straight line. At the back were the Holy order. The furthermost are the Knights Templar, then the Crusaders, then at the very back, their only support and healer Division, the Hospitallers or the Teutonic knights.

Marshal Henry Woods couldn't wait no more and ordered the readied archers to shoot. No exact order was stated, just shoot to kill. It was somewhat effective. Orcs are well equipped themselves. With armor clearly not from their tribes but aided to them by the Dark Father.
There are also Demons that hover above them, while tall beings at the back, the imposing Southern Giants. About five minutes since they showed up and the Elves are almost ready. Three minutes since Henry ordered for them to shoot but none can be seen dying from the arrows.

Two lines of men was formed just behind the simple barricade they put up. As aforesaid, behind the Elves was the mixed nine hundred Crusaders, Teutonic Knights and Templar Knights.

The Teutonic Knights are helpful to their situation right now. Teutonic Knights have learned the power to heal wounded men, and at large magnitude as well. That is what they prioritize as an order after all.

Very close the army of Orcs. Adorned with equipment far surpasses that of Elven's, but whether or not they wore an armor of equal standard to the Holy order is debatable. From the chest plates to the leggings, in color silver. Shining brightly. But more brightly and eye-catching, are the honorable soldiers of Ophuthis called the Conquerors. They wore white are similar as how the Elves in a line, they too float above in formation.

Just as they planned, Cinadi is inside the tent, waiting for a Devil Master to show up eventually. Henry got his full armor and wore it. His armor and cape of blue, a Lapizate-made gear.

Unlike Cinadi, Henry doesn't have a national treasure level weapon. Only a standard Lapizate sword. Elves also isn't the best for Magic Arts. Albeit they're known for Magic such as Druidery, it was out of practice a long time ago and Elves knowing how to use Druidery is as stereotypical as an Evil Demon.

Elves still practice Magic, however only a handful can do so in the Empire. Magic Artists are so rare, Henry have never met one before. The most powerful Elf he had heard of was the son of a captain he commands. But it was a shame he went to the west to be an adventurer serving a human country. If that kid was part of the army, we would probably stand a chance. Henry said internally. Amidst his thinking, Orcs have finally reached them, while the demons in the air simply watched.

Hundreds even thousands of Orcs began running full speed, while still maintaining in formation. The Orc's armor was so tough, the barricade the Elves meticulously placed was ultimately ignored. The traps work though. But the Orc's was not foolish enough to not know how to escape it and not foolish enough to fall for it. The Elves' last and final struggle was such a pitiful sight. It even looked like they just gave up entirely.

Some jumped, some bashed. All but have one thing in mind, to break the wall of Elves.
The Elves responded by blocking them with shields. But the brute strength of those monsters tear the Lapizate shield like its paper. The number of Orcs are slowly piling up. The Crusaders finally took some action. They excel in area of effect spells. This war, it proved to be effective.
Crusaders in different areas began ensorcellment. Orbs of magic began flying out of the hands of the Crusaders. When it landed, it exploded any entities within its radius and produced black smoke. The Orcs that were hit came flying, somewhat weakening them by a tiny amount.

Both sides losing numbers, but the rate of the casualties of either side differs like night and day. If this were to keep up, they might lose for sure. Boulders came flying next. From the southern giants. Massive gray balls of stone smashed any Elves unfortunate enough to be crushed by it. There were so many, around six per second, non-stop.