Rise of the Horde

Chapter 388: Chapter 388

The mages became useless after being terrified. They huddled together in a safe corner and refused to participate in the battle. No matter how many times Barika shouted and threatened them. They just refused to obey to him. Gone was the prideful look in their eyes. It was replaced by restlessness and fear.

Barika scorned the mages and no longer paid any heed to them. Although seeing them in that state made him felt good, he had urgent matters to attend to do. "Send out the signal!" he roared as he approached those who were tasked in calling for reinforcements.

"B-but, we still need to w-wait...for the enemy army to f-fully commit to the siege," one of them responded albeit with difficulty as they cowered in fear of from the gaze of the commander who was blazing with anger.

"Wait my ass! If we wait any longer then by the time they get here, we already have been overrun." He grabbed the one who responded by the neck and raised him up. Barika brought the poor fellow close to his face as he roared. Their faces were only a few inches away from each other. The poor lad's eyes were shaking in fear.

He was afraid that in his anger, the commander would end him right then and there.

"S-send out the signal," he directed to his comrades as a call for help.

The signal was sent out.

Ishaq already had his army prepared. He had already received words of the invaders assaulting the fort in huge numbers from their scouts. The entire army was just waiting for his orders to begin the march.

Khao'khen was busy observing the battle when Sakh'arran came by his side.

"Chief, the Rakshas are starting to get restless. They are asking when they will join the battle," he asked with worry. Although the Rakshas were one of their most disciplined warriors, their current state was somewhat bothersome. They hunger for battle and with a good fight just in front of them; Sakh'arran was worried that they wouldn't be able to hold themselves back anymore.

Khao'khen can't help but chuckle and shake his head. He was well-aware of what was going on in the minds of the Rakshas. "Tell them that this day won't end without them tasting blood," he responded.

Sakh'arran nodded his head and went to relay the words of the chieftain. Khao'khen's words appease the Rakshas who quieted down but the eagerness in their faces to join in the fray was still etched on their faces.

An hour more into the fight, riders from the Warghen Cavalry who were dispatched to scout came with the news that another army was on their way to the battlefield. Khao'khen acknowledged the information then headed towards the Rakshas.

Atop his trusty steed, he stopped in front of them.

"I told you that this day wouldn't end without you tasting blood. Now, I tell you. There is enough enemy for you to fight to your heart's content. Another army is heading towards our way and among them are powerful warriors that I know you would eagerly want to fight." Khao'khen rode from left to right as he spoke with a thundering voice.

And just over the horizon, the army under the commanded of Ishaq revealed themselves.

Khao'khen pointed his spear towards the newly arrived enemies. "There they are! Fight them as much as you want. Show them the might of the horde!" he roared.

The Rakshas broke into a deafening cheer. They banged their spears against their shields as they shouted.

"Send out swift riders to inform the Yurakks, to begin their march and join the fray as soon as possible," he gave one last command before leading the Rhakaddon Cavalry to accompany the Rakshas to meet the newly arrived enemy army.

Khao'khen and the Rhakaddon Cavalry positioned themselves to the right flank of the Rakshas as they march towards Ishaq and his army.

"It seems like they were prepared for us," Isma commented. They quickly took notice of the rear guard of the invaders making their way towards them.

"Something is definitely not right with the situation," Menna muttered. His gut was telling him that there is something definitely amiss.

"What's there to be worried about? Sure they are stronger and tougher to fight but they can still be killed. They also just have one life. One good strike and they will fall. And we probably outnumber them five to one." Isma uttered in a mocking tone towards his worrying comrade.

"You two, take care of the big ones." Ishaq ordered as he stared at the lumbering ogres who were following just right behind the Rakshas.

"Don't worry commander, just like they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall." Isma declared with confidence and pride.

"Let's lure their cavalry away along with their commander." Khao'khen ordered and began separating themselves from the Rakshas. They headed further and further to the right. He informed beforehand by Faynah that the cavalry that they were up against was the Sandstorm Cavalry which was the personal guard of Ereia's current strongest combatant.

He was confident on the Rakshas dealing with the enemy army. What he was worried about was the powerful attacks of the enemy commander which could greatly affect the tide of battle with his attacks that can strike wide areas. Luring him away from the main clash was the only way that he could think of in order to minimize his impact upon the upcoming battle.

He was using the fact that their enemies didn't know much about them and their capabilities. As a commander himself, his counterpart wouldn't just let an enemy cavalry out of his sights.

"You two take command here. I will deal with the enemy cavalry." Ishaq parted with the main army and went to meet with the Rhakaddon Cavalry.

"No fair, I also want to fight that creature." Isma complained. They all felt that there was someone among the enemy cavalry who was far stronger than any of those monsters that was heading towards them based on the amount of energy that it was radiating.

"Just be content with those for now," Ishaq replied.

Isma knew what the commander meant and turned his gaze towards the incoming enemy army.

The Rakshas battle line began stretching to match the battle line of their foes. They formed a form orc deep formation as they move.

"It looks like the enemy cavalry intends to deny us of any flanking maneuver," Sakh'arran said after noticing the enemy cavalry separating from the main body of the army.

"We will lure them as far away from the battlefield as possible." Khao'khen replied as he led them further and further away.

Ishaq noticed that the enemy cavalry seemed to lead them far away as possible from the battlefield but what can he do but follow after them. He can't let them out of his sights. Ignoring them and letting them do us they want would give them the chance to strike at his army as they desired.

Ordering the soldiers, Isma and Menna had their hands full after the clash began. At the beginning they forced the invaders to be on the defensive as they pushed them back with the sheer weight of their numbers. The orcs were losing ground continuously at the start of the clash but that didn't take long for them to stabilize their formation and began fighting back.

Isma and Menna gave out orders for them to try and flank their foes after noticing how they were unwilling to spread themselves out. They thought that the flanks of the enemy army were the breakthrough but they were so wrong. The ogres who were unmoving began their slaughter as they protected the flanks of the orcs.

"Sh*t, these guys are tough," Isma cursed under his breath as he joined the fray. He knew that leaving everything to their soldiers would be far etched wish of his after seeing how well the orcs performed.

With the two of them joining the battle, the fight became a little bit stable on their side and they were able to fight back. Any orc that came close to them were met with powerful strikes that would send them reeling back in pain or with severe wounds.

The fight went on but something was amiss. Isma and Menna were confused about the amount of enemies throwing themselves at the two of them. It was common sense on the battlefield to try your best to avoid the strongest fighters of the enemy army after identifying them to live and fight longer. But the current situation was the very opposite.

The two were giving it their all but there was really something wrong with the situation. All the orcs seemed to be heading towards where they were on the battlefield. They were all trying their best to get themselves to fight the two strongest warriors on the side of the Ereians.

Isma and Menna were thoroughly confused and they can't quite understand what was going on. The orcs kept on coming and seemed to be not interested in fighting their soldiers at all.

"What the heck is going on?" Isma can't help but roar due to his frustration. The orcs kept on coming towards him without end.