296 The Night Is Still Young (2/2)
”What?” Rathia paused at his work and looked at Turok in surprise. ”Can your people hold them off?”
”If it is just the Pact,” Turok nodded. ”Yes. But if the other two groups join forces with the Pact. Maybe yes, maybe no...”
”I will send some men to help you then!” Rathia quickly made a decision.
”But... your men...” Turok eyed the small number of troops in the camp.
”Don't you worry about them!” Rathia gestured to his aide at his side. ”We are allies after all, and we don't leave our allies behind!”
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Oerkin Camp
BAAAM!
A mightly flash stabbed out into the darkness followed by a large dirty cloud of smelly smoke. The surprised face of a charging elf was lit up momentarily, his expression showing shock and pain as the bullet of the large caliber hand cannon of the Oerkin slammed into the elf, sending him flying back with a large hole in his body.
As if the firing of the hand cannon was a beacon, dozens of fist sized rubble were thrown at the muzzle flash hammering at the Oerkin who fired. He yelped in pain as he was peppered with dozens of stone flung by the mob besieging his camp.
The Oerkin fell back behind the wooden stockade under the heavy rock barrage while other Oerkins bearing shields came up to help shelter their brethren.
This method of attack continued on, and the Oerkins defenders barely a hundred strong couldn't stop the flood of elves rushing up to the wooden walls and hacking away with felling axes.
Soon breaches along the wall appeared and mass of elves cheered wildly and rushed into the camp. The Oerkins tried to stop the attackers and bravely counter charged in the thick of the mob, their heavy melee weapons sending body parts and blood flying into the night air.
”KILL! KILL! KILL!” The mob screamed for the blood of the Oerkins while the Oerkins gave ground slowly and steadily, reaping a great price against the attacks for each foot of ground given up.
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Bloodstained the grasslands as the people vented all their frustrations, fear, hatred onto the Oerkins. One Oerkin swinging a great ax in the middle of the mob had a rock slamming into his left eye, stunning him for a second.
It gave an opening to the mob as they surged in with crude blades and sharpened sticks, stabbing at the bellowing Oerkin till he disappeared under the crowd and someone hacked his head off and leaped upon a pile of logs waving the grisly trophy for everyone to see.
The mob feeling empowered, screaming in ecstasy at the sight of the Oerkin head and pushed hard against the defenders. ”KILL! KILL! KILL!”
Pressed from all sides, the remnants of the Oerkins fell back to the young and old. The Oerkin young and women folk piled crates and any objects they could get their hands on and created a barely adequate ring of barriers between themselves and the surging mob.
Surrounded by a ring of crazed bloodlust mob who constantly pelt the defenders with stones gathered from their surroundings, the remaining Oerkin warriors bravely weathered the missiles to protect their families.
Suddenly the mob parted and person in white robes flanked by members of the Pact in red appeared and a hush fell upon the mob.
”My friends, we now stand at the point in history where we will be remembered by all,” The Messiah's mellow voice spoke clearly and loudly for everyone to hear. Those further at the rear had his words repeated by the persons at the front. ”These vile Oerkins has tormented us for years. Treating us like animals and to be whipped and beaten upon their whims.”
”Now we cast off the yoke of their tyranny and reclaim our pride as people of the land!” His voice rose higher. ”Today, we regain our freedom from the chains of Oerkin tyranny!”
”KILL! KILL! KILL!” The mob chanted as one as they stepped forward with each chant of, ”Kill!”
The Messiah smiled under the glow of the burning brands held by the mob around him and ordered, ”Kill them! Burn them! Destroy them! FOR THE PEOPLE! FOR OUR FREEEEEDOOOOM!”
”KILL! KILL! KILL!” The people filled with bloodlust charged forward and screamed wildly as they ripped the crudely built barricades down with their bare hands, ignoring the hacks and slashes of the defenders. ”KILL! KILL! KILL!”
The Messiah's smiled became wider as he watched the people hurl themselves with care at the Oerkins, dragging any unfortunate Oerkin out from their flimsy ring of defense, where the mob tore the unfortunate Oerkin up.
He suddenly frowned as he felt a shift in the tension of the air. He turned his head to one side where a different kind of scream sounded and the mob suddenly paused in their attacks as they turned their attention to the cause.
A sudden thunderous roar erupted from the side and the screams intensified. Panic appeared to spread like ripples on water and the mob pushed away from the source, revealing a pair of monstrous glowing eyes that appeared to lit up the entire area!
Dozens and dozens of broken bodies laid before the pair of eyes that blinded anyone looking directly at it. Suddenly something growled and rumbled as more pairs of glowing eyes appeared from the dark and they all eyed the frightened mob.
The mob screamed as they saw more monsters appearing from out of the dark and broke. They dropped whatever they were holding and scrambled away from the monsters in fear, all thoughts of murder gone instantly.
The Messiah's eyes widened as he stared at the monster eyes glowing in the darkness. He shivered excitedly and felt his manhood hardened as he stared back at the blinding lights. He spread his arms wide out in welcome and laughed madly, just as thunderous roars and flickers of fiery darts burst out from the heads of the monsters chasing the running mob and lighting up the entire area.
”LIVE TO EAT! LIVE TO BE EATEN!”