Chapter 8: Witch Doctor

(A/N in removing Recaps.)

Deeper in the forest, the Uthred group trudged through the dense group of tees. Heavy sounds of battle were up ahead.

In a clearing, bodies and dead bodies were scattered all over the lace. Both pinkskins and orcs further ahead, a group of four orcs was resisting several human soldiers, but unlike the ones Uthred encountered before, these were infantry instead of cavalry.

Massive rectangular towering wooden shields inlaid with iron, a complete armor set from head to toe, and moving together in groups. They surrounded the group of four orcs.

Uthred observed them a bit, a giant orc, even more big than Gurak and bulkier than the three deceased commanders of the battle, waving around a tree trunk as a club, smashing anyone or anything foolish enough to get within his range.

Further, at the back of the group, he saw an older orc, who looked frail and weakly, with a wooded staff decorated with a few animal bones. He was throwing liquids and powers toward the enemy from jars. The jar's contents sometimes melted the enemies' flesh, others making them disoriented like drunk men turning their neat formation chaotic.

Uthred also spotted another female orc bravely swinging around a wooden pole inlaid with metal at the tip, which didn't match her frame. She is as savage as Mursha in her actions, battering anyone's skull who dares to underestimate her prowess.

A strange orc was also spotted by Uthred, an orc with the same frame as Wug. Still, he was throwing anything he could get his hands on, swords, spears, shields, and even rocks. The strange orc hurled things at the enemies, sometimes successfully killing someone. Still, his excellent deed disrupted the enemy formation and freed up space around the bulky orc.

Uthred led Wug, Gurak, and Mursha behind the enemies to flank them. With spears at hand like a stretch bow, he hurled them towards the enemy's unprotected back, nullifying the protection of their shields. He threw all the spears in his arsenal, each spear taking a life.

Preparing to engage in the melee, he brought out his sword; Gurak, Wug, and Mursha had already rushed forward when throwing his spears.

Casting the Skill Evictori, Uthred rushed forward like a charging bison, with the tower shield in front of him and ramming through the formation. With his move, the enemy formation got broken, some enemies were sent flying by him, and his shield was broken. He slashed with his sword and slammed enemies with a new shield that he picked up among the scattered equipment of the dead, incorporating a few kicks and tackles in his attack.

The enemies got ambushed successfully, and with the burly orc rampaging around when he was freed from the; encirclement, a swift roc wielding two swords that they can hit, a fully armored orc and one that flights like a gladiator in the arena, the enemy infantry panicked and started to run away and gave the orcs the upper hand.

With the surroundings littered with corpses and a few wounded moaning in pain, still awaiting death's embrace, Uthred moved towards the bulky orc and his companions.

Gurak and Wug, his loyal followers, started clearing the battlefield, killing any enemy that hadn't succumbed to death, supplying Uthred with much-needed points.

"Greetings, brave warrior. Many thanks for aiding us." The frail old orc said while cupping his right fist to his chest and the bones on his staff rattled as he transferred it to his left hand while he greeted Uthred.

Uthred returned the gesture and cupped his right fist to his left chest.

"I am called, Uthred. What are you called, elder one."

He asked respectfully as the memories of this body stated that orcs, chieftains, shamans, and witch doctors are highly respected. The older man was a witch doctor. No doubt How he fought was how witch doctors fought. In the war, they threw their harmful concoctions toward the enemies while applying healing salves or valuable things to those who needed them.

"I am called Rakh, as you may already guess. I am a witch doctor. The big one over there is Galnor, the brave female orc is Shanna, my daughter, and this one is Thartrot." Rakh said as he patted Thatrot's shoulder.