Chapter 57

Sakh'arran and his clansmen followed after the corrupted ogre for quite some time and they arrived at a mountain of corpses, rotting bodies of different creatures all piled up together.

On top of the mountain of corpses were Screech Demons, they are one of the most common demons just like the Felhounds but they are airborne. They had a huge worm-like face with no eyes nor ears attached to a very long neck. A mouth filled with many rows of sharp fangs, a very sensitive star-shaped tentacle like nose and a huge batwing that was double the size of their bodies.

Their upper limbs which were attached to the skin membrane of their wings ends up with sharp dangerous claws. A long snake like tail can be seen swinging left and right behind their huge legs that was no more than dangerous than their upper limbs.

The screeching sounds of the Screech Demons were very unpleasant to the ears. Sakh'arran and his clansmen hid behind thick and tall grasses as they watch.

Tossing away the now unmoving bodies towards the pile of corpses, the ogre turned around and went back to where the towers were at.

The Screech Demons screech against each other as they bare their rows of fangs, intimidating their kin that got too close to them. They chewed upon the motionless bodies, ripped them apart with their fangs and raised their heads to gulp down the rotten flesh while screeching in pleasure as they feast.

Sakh'arran can't help but scrunched his face in disgust, glancing to his clansmen, they too have the same expression as him. Many of the corpses were infested with maggots and flies but the Screech Demons paid no heed to them and savored the additional spice that was mix with their meal, the maggots that were wriggling about the corpses.

Slowly they retraced their steps, playing hide and seek with the patrols.

The ground started trembling, Sakh'arran and his clansmen stared at each other and confusion was apparent in their eyes. They all felt it, the shaking of the ground.

"It's time to RUMBLE!"

Someone shouted from the darkness and the trembling of the ground became more intense. The mountain of corpses started to collapse as the piled-up bodies skidded down, scattering to the ground along with the maggots that wriggle their way back to the rotting bodies.

Sakh'arran and his clansmen laid down on the ground on their bellies as they try to identify what was happening. Sound of hooves could be heard fast approaching, silhouettes of enormous creatures could be seen vaguely coming from the north and a humanoid creature on its back.

There they saw the cause of the ground trembling, hundreds of Rhakaddon riders riding together.

"The Rumbling Clan"

Fukarr softly muttered as they stared at the huge number of Rhakaddon riders moving together. The Rhakaddon's were very tough and strong creatures, they have a colossal head which was adorned with three horns, one on top of their snouts which was shorter but bulkier than the other two while the other two rests just above their eyes, longer and more pointed, pointing forward.

They stood at seven feet tall on four legs, a body covered in brown or black thick skin which was their natural armor. Their legs were short but massive with large hooves, they also have a hump on their back which they use to store water.

Fukarr remembered an old saying about the Rumbling Clan who were one of the overlords of the plains in their old world.

"When Rhakaddon riders assemble, the ground will tremble, and their charge almost unstoppable"

Just like a modern tank, the Rhakaddon riders run through their enemies, throwing them everywhere. Destruction was the only thing left behind after the Rumbling Clan disappeared in the horizon.

The pawns of the demon were trampled on the ground, even some of the Screech Demons were included as they weren't fast enough to fly away and avoid the charge of the Rhakaddons.

The mountain of corpses was no more but just small mounds of trampled corpses. Screech Demons gave chase after the Rhakaddons that disturbed their meal, screeching in anger.

Sakh'arran and his clansmen stared at the trail of destruction left behind by the Rhakaddons, the wooden tower was no more but a pile of scraps. They glanced towards the camps of the fallen creatures, they had experienced the same fate, destruction and death under the hooves of the Rhakaddons.

Moans and groans of pain could be heard as the corrupted creatures gathered to repair the destruction left behind by the Rhakaddons. Sakh'arran now knew what delayed their foes.

They were being unintentionally being aided by the Rumbling Clan keeping them busy during the darkness.

"Awooh!"

Howls of wargs echoed. Turning their head to one side, Sakh'arran and his clansmen spotted a huge pack of wargs, sprinting towards the ruined camp of their foes.

The wargs pounced on the corrupted creatures, tearing them apart with their claws and fangs. Along with the wargs were orcs covered with animal furs, they battled alongside the wargs.

One of the orcs fighting side by side with the wargs raised his head up and howled in similar fashion as the wargs which was responded by a united howl of the wargs.

"Remnants of the Warghen Clan"

Sakh'arran softly muttered as they watch the orcs and wargs wreak havoc in the ruined camp of the corrupted creatures. The Warghen and Rumbling Clan attacking after one another made a huge mess among the pawns of the demon.

Screeches could be heard from a distance as the Screech Demons came back, probably after being repelled by the Rumbling Clan as some of the Screech Demons were bleeding from nasty gashes and weapons still embedded in their bodies.

The orcs howled once again and they retreated along with the wargs as the Screech Demons gave chase after them, luring them towards probably another ambush to decimate the numbers of the flying demons.