Chapter 1.5 - Attack

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Sixteen years into her rule, Asheviere turned her attention to the wood elves living in the great forest southwest of Wesnoth, whom she despised. Orchish mercenaries were hired and dispatched to bring about their ruin.

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"Master Delfador! Look, there are Orcs coming from all directions! What should we do?" Konrad exclaimed as he saw legions of Orcs burning the forest and advancing to their location.

"There are too many to fight, far too many. We must escape!" Delfador threw a glance at the Orcs that were advancing from the south.

"But to where? This is the only home we have! What about the elves?"

"Let us quickly convene a meeting with the other lords!"

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Around the Elvish table, a noble Elvish Marshall, Galrad finally spoke out: "We will fight them, but you must escape Konrad. It is imperative that you escape!"

"But.."

"Let them come, we will fight them with all have. But! Do not hesitate Konrad! You are the beacon of hope that lights up even in the eternal darkness that has plauqed Wesnoth since Asheviere's rule. You will be the one who will bring about the end to this Holy war between the races!"

Delfador glanced at a map sprawled out on the table.

"We will go North, perhaps we can reach the Isle of Alduin. If we make it there, surely we will be safe. Konrad, some of the elves will protect us, and then you must make it pass the signpost in the Northwest. I will protect you along the way!"

"Very well then, let us hurry!"

"Be careful Konrad, guard him well Delfador."

At the side of Galdrad, an otherwordly Elvish Shyde spoke out in an alluring voice. The impression she gave off was the colour white----Or rather, silver white. The colour of her skin was also white as snow. Her silver coloured hair sparkled. That posture was beautiful, and her luscious wings spread out like a fully-bloomed butterfly.

"Do not spend your life here Chantal. Someone must warn the Northern Elves that the war we so long feared has begun.."

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Two Orchish Warlords glared at their surroundings, a despical Forest that belonged to the atrocious Elves.

Urug-Telfar, one of the Warlords, turned around to his surbodinates and firmly declared, "Attack the Elves, my grunts, and take their villages. Let us claim this land for the Queen." Cheers echoed and radiated throughout the forest.

The other Orchish Warlord, Knafa-Tan, laughed and also voiced out his aggression towards the Elves.

"Haha! We will rip the Elves to pieces!"

The cheers turned into roars and the legions of Orcs forced their way through the magical forest.