CLASHING IN THE VALLEY OF TWO RIVERS

The orcs advanced slowly, forcing the two of them to take a step back until their backs were to the tree trunk. Fortunately the leader of the Mavrick army never left his weapon. Yugo pulled a hand-held axe from under his jacket. Even though they were vastly outnumbered, they were not willing to just give up. At least for Yugo, he wanted to fight to the last drop of blood.

"On the count of three, Theryl," he whispered. "One, two, three!"

An army of orcs clashed with two young dwarves. It sounded one-sided, but they weren't just ordinary dwarves. Mavrick army has given a lot of courage to Yugo and Theryl. The orcs charged at them together, swarming like the shadows of night swallowing the twilight. Yugo swung his axe back and forth, cutting down any orcs that tried to pounce on him. Theryl just gripped the hem of Yugo's shirt, hoping that he could survive this sea of ​​orcs.

Yugo didn't bring his big axe with him. The axe has two eyes that are effective against many enemies at once. The axe clutched in his hand was now only forged with one eye, so he was exhausted from the attacks that came from here and there.

An orc tried to stab him from the left, but Yugo first slashed the scary creature's head. The second, third, fourth and fifth attacks came together. Yugo managed to snag two of them with precision. The remaining three orcs competed to stab the dwarf with spears from the right side of the back. He forced himself, twisting his hand so fast that it hurt to ward off the throw of two spears, while the last one managed to pierce his right shoulder quite deep.

"Aargh!" Yugo almost fell, before his legs were forced to be as straight as possible because he remembered that there was Theryl who needed protection.

Speaking of Theryl, the sly dwarf was pounced on by his own karma. These orcs were savage killing machines. They don't care about friends anymore when they've been told to fight.

Theryl, who was actually on their side, was also attacked. Sharp daggers would have rained down on his body, had Yugo not turned around to launch two attack axe. Really pale. Bombil's son was really pale.

"Yugo, hang on!" he shouted in panic.

Yugo moved forward again with the swing of his iron axe. Many orcs were injured, not a few were still fresh waiting for their chance. Until when Erganor's son was occupied by two dagger-wielding orcs, two other orcs from a distance silently took aim at him.

As soon as the opportunity to attack came, they threw their spears vigorously. Yugo staggered in pain. One spear missed, but the other spear managed to stick in the rear belly side. More and more the blood of the dwarf was flooded. The resistance is waning.

"Get out of my way!" The shameless Theryl stole Yugo's axe and used it to escape alone. "I'm Theryl! Theryl son of Bombil! I'm on your side! That redhead is Garranor's bloodline! Kill him!" he cried, swinging his axe.

Suddenly the orcs were affected. They all flock to Yugo. Theryl took the opportunity to run as fast as he could. However, just as he was about to get out of the forest, suddenly an arrow pierced his leg. Thery jolted down, screaming like a baby.

"Those arrows won't kill you, Traitor!" said someone, whom he recognized as Halmdir.

Mavrick army arrived just in time. They came to help the leader who was trapped in the ambush of orcs. Galmdir picked up his large axe, then charged forward to attack the orc army. Fowy with a spiky round club followed, and Eoryl with a smaller club.

Clovy was silent for a moment, looking at Theryl with disappointment. After that her gaze was straight ahead, looking at the hordes of fierce and brutal orcs. She drew his sword, galloped forward while shouting.

"For sake of Yugo!"

Mavrick army plunged into battle. Fowy and Eoryl smacked the orc heads from side to side, making way for Galmdir to approach Yugo. It's not easy. They were constantly blocked. Orc daggers often came from unexpected directions. Like when Fowy had just finished beating an orc, a flying dagger shot toward him from afar. Fortunately Clovy had time to ward off the dagger with her sword.

It's different with Eoryl. The little dwarf collapsed to the ground after being hit by the orc. The club was thrown far away, but the enemy was already swarming nearby. Too dangerous. Even Fowy and Clovy couldn't help him because they were blocked by a group of orcs.

However, a rain of arrows fell from the sky, slaughtering all the orcs that tried to reach Eoryl. It turned out that the arrows came from Halmdir who was watching the battle from afar. He was quick to shoot arrows into the bow every time he finished shooting. His hands are agile, very skilled.

It was clear that the indigo-haired dwarf wasn't as stupid as Theryl thought. He followed Yugo not because he was stupid, but was captivated by Yugo's leadership charisma. Yugo has always been king to him, or to other members of Mavrick army.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the battlefield, Yugo hasn't fallen yet. He was still able to stand, even though he was bleeding, and drew the spear in his shoulder as a weapon. A number of orcs were defeated, but it wasn't enough to make it out alive.

The blood from his wound was dripping profusely, while the gap to save himself had not yet appeared. Finally Yugo mustered the last of his strength, hoping to reach one of his friends who was also surrounded somewhere.

His red hair fluttered as it moved forward crashing into the numerous orcs with spears. The footsteps that were originally fast, slowly began to falter. Yugo will die soon. His vision was dim.

However, he caught a glimpse of the silhouette of a person approaching. It wasn't like the orcs looked disgusting, but the shadow resembled a burly dwarf dragging a sledgehammer. Yugo smiled. The figure grabbed his hand.

"Captain Zulk," he said before being pulled away.

Zulk, the former captain of the Ouros army, took part in the battle. Nobody know where he got news of an ambush in the valley of two rivers. What is clear, the dwarf's right hand is supporting Yugo walking, while his left hand is busy swinging a sledgehammer. The hammer used by Zulk is fairly heavy. If he didn't hit the orc's head, he would just drag the thing. This slowed his movement, and the orcs attacked wildly.

On the other hand, Galmdir had eradicated the group of orcs that had become a barricade between him and Yugo's previous position. When he got there, the dwarf he was looking for was gone. Clovy then came and showed the sledgehammer thread along the ground. Both know that the sledgehammer belongs to Zulk. Soon they will follow in the footsteps.

Fowy and Eoryl's battle doesn't seem over yet. They were still surrounded by orcs. Now it was Fowy's club that slipped from his hand. As if he knew exactly what was going on with his partner's head, Eoryl immediately climbed onto Fowy's shoulder while sticking his small club in front of him.

"Get ready, Eoryl!" said Fowy grumpily. "For sake of Yugo!" He spins forward.

They transformed into a deadly tornado, blowing away any orcs that dared to approach. The two dwarves laughed as they continued to beat the orcs. From a distance, Halmdir focused on finding out where Yugo was.

Before long, his sharp eyes had found them. He can see Zulk and Yugo walking through the orc line that is like a black wall. He also began to prepare the arrows that were few left, aiming, ready to draw the bow.

BUGH!

Halmdir fell unconscious. Theryl who was behind him hit the dwarf with a rock, right in the back of the head. His hatred for Yugo has blinded Theryl. Turn him into a villain full of malice.

Now, Zulk and Yugo are struggling to penetrate the orcs' ambush. Daggers flashed everywhere, forcing Zulk to keep his eyes more alert than he could. Yugo had really gone limp. His legs couldn't even run anymore.

"Captain Zulk!" shouted Galmdir from behind.

"Finally!" Zulk chuckled.

Galmdir ran to Zulk's side, protecting Yugo who was lying on the ground. Clovy also arrived, helping to secure the spot that escaped their escort. The three dwarves fought against the orcs. Kauros are arguably the weakest orc race, unlike Mesis and Endokos whose prestige is extraordinarily sinister. However, with this much, the three dwarves alone would be overwhelmed.

The orcs swarmed them again. Zulk as an experienced military personnel directly hit them all with his sledgehammer. With a single thud, the sound of the orc's bones cracking resounded loudly. Galmdir didn't want to lose either. He pounded every orc that approached with his axe.

The forest in the middle of the valley was still full of orcs, as if their numbers hadn't diminished despite being massacred. Clovy, who was exhausted, had lost focus. An orc had nearly slashed its throat, had Galmdir not thrown an axe at the orc's head.

"There are too many of them!" Zulk said. "We have to take Yugo away!"

"I know the quickest way back to the kingdom," Galmdir replied after killing an orc.

"Don't go to Ouros!" said Zulk while hitting his enemy's head with a hammer. "Gavius ​​has a bad plan. I forced the two-faced Hagrim to speak. He said go to this valley."

"Then…." Galmdir groaned for another orc. "Where should we go?"

Zulk got rid of the three orcs that pounced on him. "Meet our relatives in the hills of dwarves. Now!"

"Okay!" Galmdir agreed.

He quickly turned around and picked up Yugo, while Clovy tried to protect him from behind. Once they reached the middle of the road, it turned out that the jaguar riders were already blocking.

A huge amount. Maybe more than twenty. It is impossible to win if he only relies on axes and sledgehammers. One of the riders raised a bow, instantly shooting an arrow straight at Galmdir's left arm. The dwarf screamed and accidentally let go of Yugo.

"I won't give him to you!" he said, ahead of the riders who were about to shoot Yugo.

Galmdir, though his arm was sore, was determined to fight the riders alone. Clovy was there, but he didn't flinch in the face of the onslaught of the orc army. Zulk was already quite far from them. There were no allies for Galmdir now. Just him and his axe.

It is very difficult to defeat an army of archery alone, let alone this army riding a jaguar. Suddenly Galmdir fell to the ground, before even having a chance to swing his axe. Clovy who saw this could only say the name of the dwarf, hoping he was still conscious. It is true! Galmdir was still able to get up. The dwarves' thick jacket kept them safe from arrows.

"We come!" shouted Eoryl who was still being carried by Fowy.

"Attack!" Fowy spun like a wind so Eoryl's club could beat all the riders.

Galmdir followed behind. As soon as Eoryl's club plunged the riders down, the purple-haired dwarf killed them with his axe. One jaguar, two jaguars, three, four. Fowy's head became so dizzy that he collapsed and Eoryl fell down.

Galmdir who was watching them didn't realize that a jaguar rider had pounced on him. The dwarf bounced to the ground, astride the jaguar. The arrowhead was only an arm's length from his forehead, ready to be shot by the rider. Galmdir blinked in resignation.

The sound of flapping wings suddenly spread throughout the forest. It was quite dark at that time. They only relied on the moonlight to kill each other.

However, there is a shadow that is much darker and larger. The jaguar rider who had almost killed Galmdir paused for a moment. His gaze turned to the night sky, between the gaps in the tree leaves and the shards of moonlight.

How shocked he was when the giant raven swooped down and wiped out all the jaguar riders in one fell swoop. From the raven's back came a person. Galmdir looked at him vaguely. The Helarctos bringer, Hector and his raven, came to join the battle.

(To be continued)