The battle continues; meet 'it'

At present...

After the elven infantry took charge of the battle,the battlefield became a nightmarish place that only those who had the guts could watch or even participate in it. The orc armies numbered at about three thousand at present,with brawlers who wielded large clubs or axes and small shields taking seventy percent of their armies. The orcs were never good when it came to refinement or strategy,infact, those with a normal sword only got it by chance....but this didn't mean they weren't a force to be reckoned with.

SLASH!

An orc warrior cleaved an elf into two while fending off another with the crude shield,though the orc was covered in bruise and cuts,he was still vigorous as he dealt another blow to the second elf.

Guts were flying all over the battlefield even as the elves numbers were higher than the orcs.

CRUSH.. another elf's head was crushed to bits with the large club of his adversary,the other elf warriors saw this and couldn't help but get enraged at the brutality

FWHIII

Suddenly a <wind blade> cleaved through the ugly orc's neck,his body spurting blood all over the field. Such scenerio was taking place all over the place as the two races cleaved and slashed at each other.

On the western part of the battlefield,an elf wielding double sword could be seen as he was easily cutting through his opponents,the blades continued gleaming with a strong glow as he continued charging mana through the blades.

CLANG!

Blocking a sneak attack from behind him ,he turned his other sword backwards stabbing the green warrior behind him,what was different was that instead of a hole to appear where he stabbed..the orcs entire body was blown apart,with it's remnants crackling with what seemed like ...bolts?

The elf wasn't any ordinary elf soldier,with the unique ability of manipulating lightening through his sword,he was supposedly one of the elites of the army from his show of strength. His display was quite eye-catching as other orcs started to come towards him ignoring the other weaker elf soldiers who could only use a few skills such as <wind slash> and <wind blade>.

"Arrrhh" the orcs snarled as they surrounded him from all sides, expecting him to panic as the ten of them started closing in on him but contrary to their expectations,the man smiled defiantly with his swords crackling,this annoyed them as they saw this as mocking challenge 'how dare this puny elve',the orcs were rather easy to provoke. All charging towards the blonde at once ,what they never anticipated happened at that moment

BOOOOM!!!

With a thunderous reverberating sound,the soldier struck his sword into the ground releasing an enormous amount of lightening that spread out all around him. The strong bright bolts hit the orcs in no time , obliterating all of them without leaving any corpse or body parts behind.

"....." The other orcs who witnessed this all took steps backward. Yes,the orcs were fearless, almost to a point of facing death itself but what could they do when their very being refused to go near that elf. Their preservation instincts were kicking in here.

"Showing off again eh?,sir. Almond" another Blondie with shoulder length hair riding on a horse said to the attention grabbing warrior.

"It's.... it's sir. Almond and sir. Raziel" The nearest elven soldier immediately recognized these dazzling elves in battle armor.

Sir. Almond was the leader of the blade dancers legion, an infantry legion of the elven kingdom that specialized in close combat which was currently in action right now,they numbered in a total of one thousand and specialized in using magic along with melee techniques. Seeing their legion leader they became high-spirited and began fighting against the orcs with more vigor than the orcs could understand.

Combining the Numbers alone made it easier to understand that one thousand elves,even though specially trained could not overcome the three thousand warriors of the orcs,which was why the other legion ' Calvary' was also released onto the battlefield immediately after the blade dancers. The calvary legion led by Raziel consisted of a mixture of archers and mid-ranged weapon users such as spear ,riding on well-trained horses as they provided support to the infantry. With the infantry taking the brunt force and the calvary supporting from the side with great mobility,they were able to push back the overwhelming orcs.

"What can I say when the stage has been specially prepared for me" the leader of the infantry said shrugging his shoulders.

"Prepared for you?, don't think you're that eye-catching,look at the battle master first before becoming complacent " Raziel answered looking towards the middle of the battlefield where terrifying auras could be felt.

Turning his head in the same direction,both leaders saw something they would never forget...the general fighting against the orc King....their auras were something they couldn't comprehend. 'how strong does one have to be to give off such overwhelming energy ' the legion leaders thought inwardly for a moment ,but in a battle of this scale,a moment was all it took for a person to enter the afterlife.

WHIZZZ

As both warriors were distracted for a slight moment,a blurry object flew towards them at that exact instant,the spear wielder noticed this at the last moment when the object was about to hit his skull

CLANG!

A sword appeared in-between the projectile and his head, blocking off the attack that could have killed him instantly. The sword kept vibrating due to the impact of the object on it even as the swords-master kept pouring mana into the sword itself. That attack,if landed, would have blown Raziel's head off.

The object retracted as it missed it's target, returning to the one who sent it. On closer look it was a two meter long morning star ,the weapon was too fast to be seen by anyone showing how much strength the one wielding it had thrown it despite it's big size. The weapon had spikes all over it's round head with a retractable chain attaching it to the handle held by the unusually double sized orc. With a wide grin ,the orc said "what a bummer,I missed hehehehe" it said chuckling to itself.

The orc was twice as big as the regular ones, with long rotten teeth shooting upwards from the lower jaw and muscles all over it's exposed body. It stood three metres tall and could only be called a dwarf by real giants. This orc was definitely not your everyday ordinary orc,as it was wearing a set of skulls for necklace while having a small piece covering it's crotch. The two legion leaders were once again stunned into silence.