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Ambitions of a Reincarnated Orc

What happens when a dictator of a country in a 21st century earth gets killed... only to end up reincarnating in a body of a creature in another world known by it's brutality and their warlike personalities. Well? let's find out..!

Tabs_Kebriel · 军事
分數不夠
20 Chs

Battle of Dan Kurh (epilogue)

"Push them back!" Bog yelled as he directed the Gork footwarriors who were busy fending off the Terkit cavalry.

It has already been a few minutes since the Terkit cavalry collided against their ranks, and already a hundred has been killed or wounded on their side.

Screams of pain sounded everywhere, along with the clanging of steels as blade met against blade.

Gorkan footwarriors who found themselves deep in the enemy ranks were quickly surrounded and butchered mercilessly.

While Terkit riders who had gone too far from the rest of their host were tackled from their own mounts and killed afterwards.

Gorkans and Terkits alike clashed blades with each other, neither side willing to give up ground to the other.

Blood splattered everywhere as the corpses that littered the ground below grew in numbers in each passing seconds.

"Fight my warriors, fight!" Bog yelled to his warriors, giving the Gorks another boost of moral and adrenaline that would last for another few minutes.

The Terkits, sensing the aggresiveness of the Gorks rapidly increase, also did the same and yelled amongst each other in their gibberish language, probably an encouragement directed towards their fellow warriors.

A terkit rider, who luckily managed to breach the lines of shieldguards intended to protect the high chief surged forward, sword aimed high and directly towards Bog.

"Don't let him near the high chieftain!"

"Stop him!"

As the shieldguards scrambled to stop the Terkit, Bog who was watching the event unfold in front of his eyes smiled bitterly and raised his battle axe.

And with a deep breath, managed to cut the Terkit warrior in half with a single strike.

The shieldguards, watching the expected happen in front of them, quickly went back to their previous positions, as if the sight of Bog that can effortlessly slice an orc in a single strike was indeed normal among them.

After scolding the shieldguards for their negligience, Bog then quickly shifted his gaze towards the cavalry battle currently happening in the distance.

Small mounds of bodies mixed with corpses of horses littered on the ground, while riderless horses galloped everywhere in the area, some even had bodies still riding on them.

But the only thing that caught Bog's eyes were the remaining few hundred Mahk cavalries slowly starting to push back the Terkit cavalry who only now numbered in a thousand.

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Meanwhile at the battlefield in the distance, at first, it was a single Terkit rider who dropped his spear and made a run towards the green plains on their west.

And then another couple of riders decided to turn their backs on the fight and fled after the first rider.

And then a dozen, and finally in the hundreds as the entire Terkit cavalry turned their backs towards the Mahk riders and fled towards the green plains on their west.

The Mahk, unwilling to let go of such an oppurtunity, gave chase and slaughtered the routing Terkits who had their backs turned on them.

The Terkits who were like fleeing rabbits, were unable to do anything as the Mahk riders striked and chopped the backs of every fleeing Terkit warriors they came across with.

A few managed to fight back their pursuers, but due to their disadvantageous positions, they all ended up getting killed in the end.

Due to this, the entire detachment splitted up by the Terkits earlier to intercept the Mahk cavalry was annihilated, with only a handful left barely escaping the slaughter as they fled towards the green plains on the west.

The Mahks, who were roaring with delight as they slaughter the fleeing Terkits just earlier now turned their backs on them and began making their way towards the other half of the Terkit cavalries who were busy fighting the Gorkan warriors led by Bog.

"Faster riders! don't stain the entire Mahk's honor with your slowliness." Brigo, badly bruised and battered, still led and urged the remaining few hundred riders to assist the Gorkan footwarriors.

"Pah, if only the Terkits weren't such cowards in the first place, we would already be dead a long time ago." a rider next to Brigo suddenly said.

Brigo, ignoring the rider, continued on his way towards the raging battle now only a few hundred yards away.

"Hack them down!" Brigo suddenly screamed as he reigned in his horse and increase it's speed by the double.

"Yaagh!" The other riders followed suit, howling with mad frenzy as they galloped towards the battle in the distance.

Their specific target and destination, the Terkit cavalry's rear, unprotected as they were too focused on the current battle.

But that was when a Terkit rider in their rear suddenly hearing a faint sound of yelling behind him.

Turning around, he could not help but freeze as he witness large clouds of dust getting kicked up in the distance, along with multiple gray banners by the Mahk cavalries, their cries getting louder in each seconds.

And it seems they were all heading straight towards them.

'What happened to our cavalries?!' Was the first question that went through in his mind before moving out to inform his fellow warriors of the terrible news.

Meanwhile at the very front of the battle, Gorkan warriors were suddenly surprised when they heard multiple horns from the Terkit's side suddenly started blowing.

Came another greater shock when the Terkit cavalries along with their dismounted warriors just earlier were fighting aggresively against them, now turned their backs on them and started to flee the battlefield in every direction.

'Brigo, you've done it.' Bog thought as he rode in front of the now cheering Gorkan footwarriors taunting the fleeing Terkits to turn around and fight them once more.

"Don't lose this oppurtunity! slaughter them my warriors!" Bog yelled as he suddenly charged towards the fleeing Terkit cavalry.

Chopping every Terkit warriors he come across to with mounts too tired and exhausted to catch up with their main fleeing force.

The Gorkan warriors, screaming, also followed Bog as they tried to put down any mounted Terkits by throwing them javellins and rocks.

Some are even able to tackle a Terkit from their own horses to the ground before killing them.

Not only that, their Mahk cavalry has already returned winner from the distant cavalry battle that took place just north from them.

Bog watched with pride and pleasure as the Mahk cavalry plowed throught their lines unopposed.

The Terkits who were driven by intense panic, were unable to do anything or fight back as they were too focused on saving themselves before the thought of saving the rest comes in, causing hundreds upon hundreds of casualties in the Terkit's side.

"Show them no mercy!" At this, the entire battle slowly shifted into a one sided massacre, the Gorks dancing with their blades in delight as they cut down the Terkits with no hesitation.

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Meanwhile, Tulka along with a group of Prekta warriors were seen running in the middle of the woods, seemingly heading towards nowhere while being chased by Terkit pursuers.

"Bless us Kasharu, there's hundreds of them." A warrior while panting heavily, exclaimed in fear and shock as he caught a glimpse of mass Terkit warriors surging in after them.

Tulka, effortlessly avoiding the obstacles in the woods such as branches and rocks, gulped in fear at the mention of their pursuers number.

'How did it come to this, we were winning earlier until suddenly..." clenching his fist hard, he narrowly dodged a javellin thrown towards him, hitting a nearby tree in the process.

Screams of pain immediately erupted as the Prekta warriors behind Tulka starts dropping under the hail of projectile thrown towards them by the pursuing Terkits.

'I must survive, yes that's it, survive, rally the remaining warriors for another counter attack and then... and then win, yes... simple as that.' Tulka thought, trying to keep himself positive over the helpless situation.

Another warrior, a shieldguard, screamed in pain as a spear was lodged on his calf.

Two warriors who luckily still had shields on them, battered and shelled with dozens of arrows and broken javelins, stopped fleeing and turned around, seemingly heading towards the wounded warrior.

Tulka quickly stopped in his tracks, turned and watched the drama in front of him unfolds.

"What are you doing?! leave him, I have more uses

for two battle hardened warriors than a single dying one, come on and leave him be!" Tulka, frustration and irritation evident in his eyes, yelled towards the two warriors.

The two warriors however refused to follow his commands as they shielded the wounder warrior from the incoming projectiles whilst dragging him away from the pursuing Terkits.

"Brothers, you tried to save me and for that I thanked you." the wounded warrior, who seemingly looked no different from a cub who had just grown to adulthood, clutching his wounded and bloodied calf in pain, suddenly blurted out in a shaky voice.

The two warriors, still dragging him, looked towards him and smiled.

"I saw how thousands of our fellow Gorks die in Terkit hands, we can't afford to watch another one of ours die again." one of the two warriors responded, still continuing to drag him.

"But I would only bring you two down with me, causing uneccessary deaths in our now small ranks, look how slow moving we are right now because of me, the enemy would catch up to us in no time if you still continue." the wounded warrior responded, the acceptance of death now evident in his gently empty eyes.

The two warriors stared at him for a long time, ignoring the rants of their chieftain behind them.

At this time, the screaming of the Terkit warriors can now be heard from a distance away, indicating they were already near them.

The small retreating Perkta host, seeing the Terkits converged towards them, started to flee, leaving the three warriors behind to their fates.

"What are you two doing?! leave me be and join your fellow warriors retreat!" the wounded one suddenly screamed at them.

"To be honest with you brave warrior, I'm finished with running, I'm not dying a coward." one of the two warriors spoke, surprising the wounded warrior before them.

"Same as well, at least we'll go down trying to save a fellow warrior... And when Kasharu from above greets us in his giant gate, we shall stand before him with heads held high." the other warrior added, a tint of pride and sadness on his voice.

The wounded warrior, seemingly giving up from presuading the two, hung his head low and smiled.

"Then we shall die as real warriors." struggling to get back up, he shakily managed to stand before the two using his spear as support, his face contorted in anguish at the pain he currently feels right now.

"Just like a real warrior should be." one of the two warriors muttered quietly, bracing himself for receiving the frontal attack of the Terkit pursuers along with the two other warriors.

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CHAPTER DONE!