Rise of the Horde

Staring at the skies, Tash'arr remembered the past when their tribe ruled the land near the Burning Sands. The numerous times that they entered the sea of endless sands to raid those dark-skinned humans and take away all their belonging. Those many times that they celebrated their victories, dancing around a great fire while carrying their battle trophies that are still dripping blood.

Such splendid memories have all come to an end. His tribe now has fallen so low that many of them sided with their greatest enemy. His blood boiled as he remembered the teachings that were passed down by their ancestors.

"May our ancestors show as mercy..." Tash'arr softly muttered as he charged towards where Xok'nath was at. His movements caused the ground to shake wildly as his enormous and heavy figure dashed forward.

"You aren't the only one capable of owing such a body..." Xok'nath muttered as he brought out what he was keeping inside his armor and stabbed it in his chest. A baleful aura flooded the battlefield as Xok'nath's body grew. The corpses that were spread all over the place gathered to him and stuck on his body.

Lumps of meat and bones merged together forcefully as Xok'nath's size grew bigger and bigger. "Hahahaha! This is amazing! Yes, this is what I wanted! So much power!" Xok'nath maniacally laughed as his body grew bigger and bigger.

Tash'arr knitted his brows, but he didn't stop in his charge, but instead increased his speed even further. Only twenty meters were in between him and Xok'nath, who was reveling in his newfound power that was given to him by his demon masters.

Bringing his fist forward, Tash'arr wanted to send the amalgamation of flesh and bones flying, but his attack was deflected. A fist made of forcefully merged flesh and bones met his rocky fist head on. The clash of the two enormous fists sent shockwaves all around them as the grasses swayed and danced as the gale of wind from the clash passed through them.

"Well, that's f*ck up!" Gur'kan said as he stared at two titans duking it out with each other. Flesh, bones, blood, rock, soil and lava rained down on the surroundings of the two titans who were busy punching, kicking and ramming each other into submission.

"A Flesh Abomination against a shaman's Fire Golem... It's pretty f*ck up as you said... We weren't trained to go against such titans." Arkagarr butted in who was standing beside Gur'kan and staring at two giants trying to destroy each other.

"Let's just hope that the Fire Golem wins or we will the ones who will be f*cked up next. And that's not a f*cking thing that I want to experience." Gur'kan replied as he glanced towards Arkagarr who was busy staring at two giants.

There were only a few of the fallen Skalsser orcs as Tash'arr's outburst slaughtered most of them. Those who remained were being butchered by the Rakshas, Yurakks and the Skalsser orcs who shared the same hate towards demons and their minions.

"And also haven't you notice how flexible that one word of our chieftain is. It can be used in many ways if you know what it meant." Gur'kan continued as he smiled towards Arkagarr.

"What do you mean, War Chief? Ah! I get it." Arkagarr smiled back as he realized what Gur'kan meant. It was only one word but it could be used in many ways, giving it different meanings depending on how you utter it and the words you at to it. It was one of the strange words that they learned from their mighty chieftain that had many uses.

"Yes, it is strange, but also very useful. Like describing our situation if that Flesh Abomination wins which is 'We're f*cked. Expressing disbelief, 'Are you f*ucking kidding me or maybe saying that we are really prepared, "We are f*cking ready." Gur'kan muttered before bursting out into laughter, to which Arkagarr joined in.

The Rakshas and Yurakks who were close by, glanced at their commanders, who were laughing loudly. They were confused about what were the two laughing about, but they had no way to find out.

"F*ck the demons and their minions!" Gur'kan heartily shouted before continuing in his laughter. "Yes! F*ck them!" Arkagarr answered as he held his stomach while laughing.

"Warriors of Yohan! F*ck those minions of the demons up!" Gur'kan shouted, to which his warriors replied with a mighty roar of "Awooh!"

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Far in the distance, the two titans were still busy tearing each other apart. Their mighty clashes sent shockwaves after shockwave all throughout the battlefield.

"You are weak! Is this all that you, proud shamams are capable of!?" Xok'nath mocked Tash'arr who had a thinner body than before after he tore away chunks of him away and scattered them all around.

"Ha! Not really!I can do more! Spirits lend me your power! Lend me your power so that I may smite this cursed creature down. Give me the strength to send him back to his masters." Tash'arr mustered as rocks and soil climbed on his body and recovered it to how it looked like before and even further increased his body size.

"What the..." Xok'nath muttered, but his words trailed off as Tash'arr punched him in the face and sent him stumbling backwards.

"You asked for it! Heh! What can I do but fulfill it." Tash'arr answered as he shrugged his gigantic shoulders and acted like it wasn't his fault.

The two resumed their brawl as they tore each other apart once again. Two giants tussling with each other and destroying their surroundings as they moved.

"Still no clear winner?" Gur'kan craned his neck towards the place where the two behemoths were duelling. It was already hours ago when they settled everything on their side. The fallen Skalsser orcs were all exterminated, and they were all now resting, sitting on the ground while tending to their wounded as they wait for the result of the fight between the two colossus.

Just a few paces away were those who remained of the Skalsser orcs. They also joined in watching the fight between the two giants, as they weren't able to take part in such a brawl. They would be squashed if they attempted to join in the fray, and that isn't a glorious end for them.

"Who would win!? I bet that Fire Golem will come out victorious!" a Yurakk declared. "Nah! That Flesh Abomination would win. Look at how he moves!" another one spoke out.

It didn't take long before an all out betting began as the Yurakks and Rakshas betted on who they felt would win, which made the Skalsser orcs scratched their heads.. Just further away from them were two behemoths who could easily send them all to the afterlife, and these armored orcs are betting on who would win, totally relaxed and showed no care on what might happen unlike them who remained wary and alert that the two colossal beings might head towards them.

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