In trouble

In a nearby forest, a scantily clad orc in a rusty iron breastplate and a curved sword hanging from his waist, excitedly watching the sunset, Anar, terror of all Morgoth's creatures, but it was not fear that drove him. prevented him from destroying the people in front of him, but his army.

"Madar, the next great orc, leading some stupid cave goblins, despicable and cowardly beings who can't even bear sunlight, but that will end this day, once I destroy and enslave this region I will command even more troops until I reach The chief of the warlord" to give weight to his words, he approached the edge of the forest, where his first objective could be clearly seen.

"Be ready useless, I want the most useful alive, have fun destroying the useless, and don't let anyone escape, we can't let them raise the alarm and alert the other village" in the middle of his words he was able to observe a little more than a dozen of men approaching his position, but this day luck was smiling on him in his opinion because the light of Anar was waning in the east, providing the last seconds of protection over those unfortunates.

With those last glimpses of light and proximity of fewer than 70 meters, they were able to see the body of his army, fleeing in terror from them but somewhat late since the sun was no longer visible.

"Teach the fear of our army" in response to his words, hundreds of goblins came out of the forest, with their explosive speed and eagerness to cause misfortune, the glorious beginning of their future.

On their way they killed and dismembered the 13 people, excited at last to be able to kill something and waiting hours for this moment, even forgetting the order to capture the utils.

"Tolfo, make sure they don't kill anyone again, if I see more useful slaves being killed, the one who will pay for it will be your skin, understood?" he said to a goblin next to him, the most fawning and therefore most intelligent of his subordinates.

He himself was behind on top of his only warg, which won the right in a duel to the death with a stupid one-armed, his mount eager for destruction took him quickly towards the town, being the first to arrive, without fear of that nothing would happen to him knowing fully that there was not a single threat in this town.

He saw his subordinates burning houses, taking out and capturing humans, pleading creatures full of terror before his greatness, but he did not allow himself to be distracted because he had a mission to accomplish. In his murderous step to anyone who came across, he had to make sure that no one left the town, so he had to arrive before the south exit, but he noticed something the further he went, there were fewer people than he should.

After the euphoria and pleasure had passed, he gathered all the survivors, it was an obvious shortage of people, just over 50 villagers.

"Where are the others, by the number of houses in this town there must be at least 400 people, where they went" they couldn't have noticed them, this group was not prepared to face their armies and they weren't sick or old to have been abandoned.

Many threats were not necessary to find out what had happened, apparently, a person had noticed his presence alerting everyone but these stupid people had not followed the advice, something that did not comfort him, he would be a laughingstock if he let them reach the mountains or it would be worse murdered.

Although the root of their fears was not that they would escape and alert the elves, that had been fixed many days ago.

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Darhiel Pov:

We advanced quickly along the road closest to the next village, with a wide group of people following us behind us, some returned because they have not found any indication of a threat and alleged that it had been stupid to pay us attention, this followed passing until only one-third of the initial group continued advancing. It is not that they have been for confidence in our words, but because of the fire that was seen in the direction of the village, we were crossing the last hill that was on its way and the clear night allowed us to see the beginning of violence.

"We must continue, we cannot stay here, we are exposed on this hill, let's hurry the step, we must get to Ostiriht for tonight" with a strong voice I speak the grandma and conviction in her words when they heard the others acted as lambs in a Flock obeying your shepherd.

"Darhiel I want you to check who is staying behind, help him if it is for the load, and if they carry unfortunate things to disagree with them," ordered with a low tone while watching the dough that followed us with a critical eye.

It has been a high position, perhaps from the army for his habit of ordering the person who considers most reliable, he always knew that the grandma was not a normal woman and that she could belong to high society, so I am not surprised to discover a little Of his past, it is almost funny as I went to the hands of a general both in this life and in the other.

My reflexes made me follow the order without any doubt, although I had never dealt with these people, some were third in not letting any "value" belonging (some iron and silver scrap), but the best way to convince them was to let that they felt fear, a stupid object or their life.

"Come on, you are the only one with a cart, you must carry all your things of value there, sure Looking was more dissatisfied with us than I thought.

"We will not carry any belonging without useful value, but we can carry any old weakest child, if anyone is dissatisfied with it, we will advance quickly and leave behind this group" I continued advancing towards the cart without looking towards the crowd, if the diplomacy did not serve and The fear was less of his discomfort towards us, our responsibility had ended.

"Sorry, grandma for making decisions without you" I apologize as I sat next to the grandma.

"You did well Darhiel, I was the one that was wrong when I thought that I could dialogue with them" She comfort me while looking seriously forward, apparently her patience had also finished because the cart was faster.

ten minutes later we arrived at the next town, being an even smaller number due to the large number that were left behind, dozens of people from the village came out with curiosity, obviously a visit in the middle of the night by at least 40 people would be something more than strange to the inhabitants, it didn't take long for the question to be asked.

"You're from Hordern, right? What's going on because you're coming in the middle of the night?" An old, thin man with a gaunt appearance spoke up.

"Our village was attacked, by an army of orcs for what we believe, you must evacuate too, it won't be long until you reach these lands" grandma responded, apparently she also had acquaintances here.

"It's impossible, orcs don't come that far south"

"We saw the village burn down, that is a reality, they will come at any moment, there are more people on the road, we will continue on our way to Ostiriht, we must alert the elves" and thus, without wanting to argue further, the grandma rushed the horse.