Chapter 1 - 1. Battle Of Qodegh (1/2)

The conflict between the humans and the dark elves rages on for several days and nights, neither race was on the brink of giving up. The dark elves had put up a such an intense frontal resistance and kept up their stubborn yet defensive stronghold miles before the entrance of their city.

Traps were set on the ground, leading to the path of the dark elven city, threatening to blow up upon close proximity of the advancing humans. Their traps were like 'Bouncing Betty', concealed just a few inches in the ground and covered with a thin layer of sand.

Upon detecting vibrations around it, it would be initiated by bouncing off 10 feet in the air before it explodes. The shrapnel that was made of either minnie balls, rods or spikes would be disseminated in a downward angle, raining down on unsuspecting advancing forces.

These violent force would puncture their weak or non-armoured clothing and would inevitably wound, blind or decapitate their arms or their heads off the shoulders. These 'Bouncing Betty' would form a chain reaction within a radius of 5 to 10 meters apart. Once these traps were airborne, no humans can escape from them.

The dark elven city was situated deep within a ravine, with two towering walls on each side, thousands of feet high. No Arrows could reach that dark elven city and the only offensive manoeuvre that the human race could afford now is to use brute force and physical capabilities.

There were a few classes of the human races that had been recruited just in time for the battle of 'Battle of Qodegh', the ultimatum for the human race if they could squash this dark elven race to oblivion.

The path towards the dark elven city was narrow and siege weapon such as a trebuchet, a catapult or even a ballista could manoeuvre towards the path. Without these siege weapons, the human race had to depend on their foot armies and during that time, there were only 3 classes available.

The warriors, rangers and healers were the only ones left and the healers could only stay back a short distance away as they continually bombard their allies with spells to heal but had no ability other than that. No smiting, no chants to break down the will of their foes or even to strike fear into their hearts.

It had been like this for many months, as battalions of human armies were brought in to suppress, trying to take control of the dark elven city, the last known demon establishment that mankind had ever known.

The search for reliable and able-bodied manpower had brought the Ruler of Aermagh to source out far and wide for every single willing combatant and non-combatant personnel who are willing to fight for credits, glory and honour.

In the end, all the men that had been deployed on the 'Battle of Qodegh' slowly vanquished and left only a scattering of men available on the front line. Even it looked futile, but the desire to fight the battle and win over it prevails.

With no way of knowing whether they're winning or losing, the other side does whatever it can in order to try to defeat their enemies. Some have succumbed to rage and are recklessly charging towards the enemy with only the aim to kill, while others fight by only focusing on their enemy and not the carnage around them.

The ravine is littered with destruction, weapons and suits. Red, black and khaki are the new colours of what was once a desolate, dry and worthless ravine, which has now become the stage of a large scale assault.

The air which would normally be rich in sound from a nearby forest full of wildlife is now a barrage of sounds of war cries and the screams of the wounded and dying, for there's no coming back from this.

The last defensive hold by the dark elven had been broken through. A stream of Arrows was raining down on the warriors as they held their shields high to protect their onslaught as they inched their way forward. Those unlucky ones were shot with those arrows with deadly accuracy in their exposed parts of their bodies.

Screams of agony and anguished were heard throughout the Battlefield as only a handful of warriors were left and only a few healers were left stranded, away from the harmful effective range of the arrows. The human archers were left with several arrows protruding from their cloth armour.

On the defensive side of the dark elven, things don't seem to good either. 5 elven archers were left flanking on both sides at a high elevation and were troubling the human warriors with 15 arrows unleashed per minute as the human warrior relentlessly inched their way.

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