Rise of the Horde

Chapter 200 - 200

Khao'khen used the ripped-off tail of the enormous scorpion as a weapon and proceeded to bash their opponents with it. His crescent-moon spear was covered in cracks all over its length already after forcefully slamming it down on his chosen targets.

"Rumbling Clan, follow me!"

Dughmar shouted as he charged his way out of the encirclement of their enemies. They were being attacked from all sides by the colossal scorpions and they had no room to maneuver their steeds around.

The Troll Skirmishers were at the mercy of their enemies as they are lightly armored and more vulnerable than the Rhakaddon riders. Many of their kindred lay on the ground with body parts missing and some unfortunate ones were even shredded to pieces and are now barely recognizable.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Khao'khen continuously muttered as he went on a rampage. His arms were trembling but he couldn't feel anything. He could move them around but the trembling never stopped. The retreating backs of the Rhakaddon riders in the distance made him snort loudly as he slammed the tail of the scorpion onto the face of its approaching enemy.

The sickening crunch of its carapace being broken was like a sweet melody on his ears. He jumped on top of its head and proceeded to beat it with his two weapons in his hands as you would to a drum. The blood of his victim was splattered all over the place as chips of its carapace that were being broken apart were sent flying everywhere.

Like a wild beast, Khao'khen went around trashing every enemy that he could get his hands on. His crescent-moon spear have already surrendered as it broke apart. He grabbed the pincer of one of his victims and gave it a mighty tug and tore it away.

Equipped with a tail and a pincer, Khao'khen continued on his rampage. The ground began to tremble which forced Khao'khen to slow down in his assaults, from behind him he could hear the battle cry of his allies.

"Get ready to rumble!"

Dughmar shouted as they barreled their way through the encirclement of their enemies. Their heavy steeds broke all their enemies that were on their way with their massive heads.

Khao'khen turned around and watched his allies destroy their enemies which were to their north. His lust for battle was still raging, he needs to slay more of their enemies.

An enemy rushed towards him but he just spun around and slammed both of his weapons onto its side and sent it flying away. He caught sight of the many corpses of the trolls that were strewn all over the place, most of them with missing body parts that were torn away from them by their enemies.

His grip onto his weapons became tighter and small sparks of lightning crackled all over his body starting from his eyes, then to his arms before spreading out all over his body. He felt a surge of power from out of nowhere.

Khao'khen was about to test his newly found power when a rain of fire started dropping down from the sky. A shrill cry of a bird sounded as a huge shadow dove down and picked up one of their enemies in its claws before it took flight once again. The gust of wind produced by its flapping winds sent many of their enemies rolling away.

The huge bird was once again up in the sky and the rain of fire continued and bombarded the many enemies that were surrounding them.

A huge shadow in the sky and fire dropping down from the sky which was destroying their enemies. The scene reminded Khao'khen of a jet fighter dropping down bombs unto the heads of their enemies after a call for reinforcement by them.

The continuous bombardment of Draeghanna which their enemies couldn't retaliate against made them helpless. With Draeghanna wreaking havoc from the sky and the Rhakaddon riders going around the edges of their encirclement and ramming through their ranks.

The combined attacks of the Rhakaddon riders and Draeghanna flipped the tide of the battle. The colossal scorpions raised their head towards the sky in unison then gave off a shrill cry before they all dove down towards the sands and disappeared.

Numerous waves were being created on the endless sands as the giant scorpions retreated away. They were headed to the east but Khao'khen didn't care wherever they were headed to as his entire body started to ache.

"It seems I overdid it..."

He muttered as he fell to the ground on his knees and his unresponsive arms to his side. The pain from the many wounds that he had suffered finally caught up with his senses as his adrenaline died down.

'F*ck... It hurts...' he screamed inside his head as he fell facedown to the ground. Khao'khen wanted to flip his body around as he finds it more dignified to lay down on his back than on his face but no matter how much he tried to move his body, it remained unresponsive to his wishes.

"Why am I so sleepy?" Khao'khen asked himself as he felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier by the second. His limbs aren't responding to him and he was feeling so sleepy and tired.

He was trying hard not to close his eyes and succumb to his drowsiness but it proved to be futile as only a few moments passed after he decided to fight his drowsiness off, he fell asleep with his face against the ground.

"Chief!" Draeghanna shouted as she jumped off from the back of Akwilah before it even landed on the ground. Her shout filled with worry was heard by Dughmar as he too charged towards where their chieftain was at while atop his steed.

*****

After ensuring that Khao'khen was still alive and was just too exhausted. Draeghanna told Dughmar to take command for the meantime.

"We should retreat for the time being and attend to our fallen comrades... Let's wait for the chief to regain his consciousness and his decision on what we should do next." Draeghanna spoke swiftly and precisely as she turned her gaze towards their chieftain who was out cold and peacefully sleeping on her lap.

"As you command..." Dughmar saluted at her before turning around and headed towards their surviving comrades. The number of casualties was nearly half their initial number when they went out of their camp and many of them were also wounded. Most of the casualties were from the trolls as they were more vulnerable than the Rhakaddon riders and since they were surrounded, they weren't able to make use of their speed in running.

It took them a few hours before they finally managed to collect all their fallen and they began their retreat from the battlefield.