68 Chapter 68 (1/2)

Aerwyn and his army sprinted across the open field and very quickly the chaos within the village became apparent. The main force of orcs were down the long avenue fighting to take the square and handful of straggling lesser orcs inhabited the street, knocking down doors and slaughtering any elves unlucky enough to live in that area. He couldn't see the two smaller forces that broke off from the main one but he assumed that they were either fighting in the square or raiding homes around the village much like the dozen or so lesser orcs before him.

The orc stragglers noticed his arrival as soon as he got within fifty meters of the shattered wall and they began shouting out words in their throaty, grunt-like language. Aerwyn wasted no time, aiming his staff and firing a flame lance at the closest orc that appeared to be winning a fight against a blood covered elf. The flame lance shot out missing it's intended target, he only had the use of one of his arms thanks to Pontus and it was difficult enough to stay atop his zin beetle let alone aim properly.

The explosion near the orc and elf's feet knocked both of them to the ground but the orc recovered far more quickly. In a quick rolling motion, the orc swung his axe without standing up, sending it directly into the stunned elf's chest. Aerwyn wasted no time while the events played out before him and by the time the orc began to stand, Aerwyn was already firing out another flame lance.

He was only a few meters away now and he would find it difficult to miss at such a range even with his mangled arm. The projectile collided with the orcs back as he stood up to flee, exploding out and sending him tumbling towards the main orc force. As the orcs body tumbled Aerwyn looked towards the rest of the straggling orcs who were fleeing down the avenue but when he saw the lesser orc that he had just shot stand back up from the corner of his eye, he was shocked.

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Aerwyn's eyes instantly shot to the orcs back where they projectile had hit and there he saw a melon sized hole in the lesser orcs scorched fur armor. The skin that he could see was mangled and burnt but clearly it wasn't enough to put the orc down for good and if lesser orcs could survive one of his flame lances with so little damage he quaked at the thought of how many it would take to kill a true orc. This turn of events would make him half a step from being useless during this battle and he'd be forced to rely wholly on his undead.

By the time he recovered from his shock Aerwyn and his undead were already on top of the straggling lesser orcs that were sprinting down the avenue, trampling them while some of the smaller undead finished the job. They seemed to be calling out to warn their orc brethren of the attack but the main force didn't appear to notice their cries.

”Erit, Rorik, and Pontus stay with me! Earl Abery take point!” Aerwyn screamed out, trying to be heard over the roaring sounds of war before him as they grew ever closer to the main battle. If his flame lances couldn't pierce orc flesh then he needed protection, far more than his little protectors Rin and Ren could provide.

Aerwyn, Erit, Rorik, and Pontus all slowed their speeds allowing the horde of undead to overtake them as the horde continued to charge on. When they got closer the rear ranks of the main force, some orcs became aware of their charge and a horn was blown thrice. The deep, powerful sound echoed out from within their ranks causing many orcs to turn to face the charge head on.

The zin beetles and those atop them smashed into the orcs like a battering ram, almost punching straight through to the elves in the initial charge, splitting the orc's forces in two. The trolls were right behind them swinging their massive tree trunks wildly in the gap created by the zin beetles. An orc charged the gap only to find Mogg's tree trunk swinging in his direction. The orcs may be strong but the trolls wouldn't lose a battle of strength to them and as if proving that fact true, the orc was sent flying back into his brethren like it had been shot out from a cannon.

The humans and goblins which now made up the bulk of Aerwyn's undead, filled the gap so that the orcs were now surrounded on three sides, their backs forced against the buildings that lined the street. The humans were voracious in battle despite their chain mail offering little protection against the orc's axe's and strength.