Chapter 100: Magic
Running to the edge of the hill, a stench of blood poured into my nose, forcing me to squint in disgust. However, the odor was nothing compared to the gruesome sight before me.
In the narrow valley, a large-scale war was in progress—but the victors were clear.
On one side were humans dressed in gleaming golden armor. Their army mainly consisted of an infantry unit of about a thousand and a small cavalry unit of a few hundred.
At the backline were five men on horses—two carrying banners depicting a fortress with a shield in front of it. The remaining three wore robes with light armor beneath.
But on the other side were orcs—not the kind we met in Louisiana.
Their skin was blood red, and they seemed slightly smaller than the ones I was familiar with. However, what they lacked in size, they made up for in numbers.
Their foot soldiers easily numbered over five thousand—more than the entire human force. Their beast riders were in the thousands, and at the very back were five massive mammoth-like beasts fitted with war drums that the orcs were beating passionately.
Each of these beasts carried a platform built to hold several orcs, all stocked with hundreds of metal javelins.
However, one mammoth-like beast stood out. It was surrounded by a few beast riders, but there were no war drums on it. Instead, a massive throne made of bones was erected atop it, and seated on it was a red orc with black warpaint drawn all over his body.
This was basically a thousand going up against ten thousand—and the humans were outnumbered ten to one, at the very least.
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