57 Chapter 51 - The Battle to Survive - Part 1 (2/2)

”Regroup!!!”

Reiner's war cry could be heard as the adventurers that were spread out started to retreat to the walls once more.

Griff slashed off the last blaze hound near him, and turned to look for Sylvie. She too had finished off her last blaze hound. Before he could open his mouth she dashed towards him on all fours again like a beast.

”COME ON!”

[Think faster you fool. This is a battle.]

He nodded and ran back towards the walls. The adventurers were taking a semi-circle position in front of the gates with the rangers amassing their arrows towards the main force.

”They're not as tough as we expected...”

Griff said to no one in particular as he joined in the formation with his sword in hand.

”Those were only blaze hounds. Sure they're fast, but apparently they can't work as a pack when they're dead. These guys however... they're humanoid monsters. This is where the real danger begins.”

Sylvie said as she readied herself.

The remaining blaze hounds ran back towards their comrades, and stood in front of them. The undead horde suddenly came to a stop as it seemed to be an organized army for a second.

Everyone was silently waiting to see who would make the first move. The rangers were nervous if it was right to fire or not.

The rumbling was immense now. The trees had stopped falling. The troll king was here... or what was left of him.

As everyone had been expecting, the forest was split open as a 7 meter tall, green skinned and heavily muscular orc appeared. It was dragging what seemed to be a club which was about its size. It's face was as hideous as one would expect of a monster. White smoke was coming out of its nose as it looked towards the wall.

Griff's eyes were wide open as he was looking at it.

'You're telling me someone managed to kill that thing AND all of these monsters, turned them to undead and sent them on a rampage?!'

[Necromancers are twisted individuals.]

Even sylvie looked hesitant at the towering thing.

”That's no damn orc!”

Someone shouted in the crowd.

”It's the Troll King of this region. It's bound to be... uh big.”

Someone else stated.

Suddenly the troll raised its gigantic club to the air and released a roar that caused everyone to cover their ears in pain. People were screaming in agony, some even had bleeding ears.

When the roaring stopped the undead screeched as they started to run at abnormal speeds towards them.

”THE HELL WAS-”

A man screamed, but was suddenly jumped on by several undead goblins that started to club him to death.

Scenes like this were happening all around the formation as the confusion caused by the Troll King's scream gave the time the undead needed to advance.

A goblin jumped up on Sylvie who was very painfully holding her hears which were bleeding, but Griff grabbed it by its face as he was also covering his right ear, and slammed it onto the ground. His mana was chaotic right now. That scream was some kind of spell.

The undead troll king could be seen slowly walking towards the wall with its club raised high. The arrows being rained down the rangers were having no effect on it as all of them bounced off like needles...

”This is madness...”

[This is war.]

Griff was dragging Sylvie back as he tried to use his free hand to blast away small goblins or any of the agile undead that leaped towards them.

Reiner was no where to be seen during this chaos, but Griff could make up a voice that had a resemblance to him.

”FALL BACK! FALL BACK!”

Griff quickly picked up Sylvie, and ignoring everything around him he started to run towards the gates. His face was drenched in sweat and he was breathing erratically and in fear. This was madness. All around him people who had volunteered to fight for the city were dying.

The undead ripping them apart, biting their heads off, slashing or piercing them. Their sheer numbers and their new found strength was horrifying for Griff. For the second time in his short life he felt it again.

The fear of death.