Rise of the Horde

Chapter 439: Chapter 439

At the back of the palace, in the now ruined garden, Zaraki and the Drakhars were doing their best to fight against the insect like demons. Their formation was repeatedly hammered by the insect-like creatures. Lucky for them, the entrance at the back of the palace was much narrower than the one at the front. The passage was only a bit over two meters in width and four meters high.

"Hold your ground! Don't let anyone get through you!" Zaraki kept shouting, trying to boost and maintain the morale of the Drakhars. The bugs kept mindlessly charging against their ranks, pounding their lines repeatedly without fear of death. Fluids from the insects flooded the stairs that leads to the entrance, Zaraki and the Drakhars can no longer distinguish if it was the blood of the insects or their saliva.

They were doing fairly well against the mindless bugs, who just kept on ramming against their formation. Their long spears skewering the mindless insects that seem unaware of the lethal weapons that were blocking their path. The screeching sounds made by their foes were annoying, but the Ereians endured the displeasure in their ears.

A mighty growl came from the depths of the palace. It was so loud that even Artanos who was way up high at the highest point could hear it. The growl made him raise an eyebrow up, "Seems like someone strong came," he whispered before a smile crept up to his lips.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallways of the palace, the giant creature, a monstrous abomination of fatty flesh, dark blood dripping all over its body, and maggots falling off from its massive frame before wriggling away. The creature stood a good seven meters tall, its massive frame covered in wounds which was releasing an unpleasant scent of decay. Due to its size, it had to bend down at some point in the palace in order to fit its huge body.

Following after the towering monstrosity, were smaller versions of itself, barely about two meters tall, but they share the same features as the massive one, especially their huge bellies which had a huge opening at the center. The opening in their stomach was dripping out some gooey fluids, as giant maggots wriggled around, as if swimming.

As if hearing a command, the demonic critters halted in their advance.

Khao'khen hummed, seeing their foes halt their advance. They split off onto the sides of the entrance, as if making way for something. "Something is coming…" he muttered. He could spot a huge silhouette at the back of the demonic critters formation.

Another roar came, declaring its mighty presence upon the battlefield.

"Ooh! A strong enemy!" one of the orcs whispered.

As a respond to the roar, the orcs roared in excitement, they would gladly welcome a strong foe. A strong enemy would mean a great fight.

"Don't you dare enter the palace! Just wait for it to come outside!" Khao'khen shouted, he knew the tendencies of his warriors. They would run towards a strong enemy whenever discovered. He had observed such tendencies of his warriors many times already. In all battles, whenever they spot someone stronger than the rest among their foes, they would do their best to have a go at it.

Hearing their chieftain's order, the Rakshas who were about to march forward towards the palace, halted in their tracks. Although they were raring to have a go at whatever the huge silhouette was, they must heed their chief's words.

The orcish lines started banging their spears against their shields, chanting rhythmically as they do so. They were inviting the mighty foe to come outside, so that the great fight would begin already.

A growl came from the inside of the palace, and the smaller versions of the mighty creature marched out. The entrance was swarmed by wriggling maggots as they marched out.

A look of disgust appeared on Khao'khen's face after seeing what they were going up against. As far as he knew, he had a strong stomach and wouldn't be upset about seeing the brutality of battles. Blood, viscera, limbs, brain matter, and decapitated heads, he could handle them all, but the sight before him was something that he was starting to get uncomfortable with.

Adhalia who was beside him, began retching, it didn't take long for her to release the contents of her stomach as the stench of decay assaulted her nostrils. "Disgusting…" she complained, her face pale after emptying her stomach.

Even the orcs began showing signs of discomfort as their foes advance towards them.

The maggot riddled creatures that had the scent of decay about them, stopped a few meters away from the forefront of the orcish line. They dug their hands towards their stomachs which confused the orcs. It puzzled them on why would such a creature dig into his own insides. It didn't take long for their confusion to be answered. As their foes pulled out their hands from their bellies, their hands were filled wriggling maggots. Explore more at m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

"What are they…" before Arka'garr could finish his words, their foes began a hurling motion. A rain of maggots and fluids rained down upon their ranks. The rain of squirming maggots and gooey fluids bathed the orcish warriors. Their formation was tightly packed together which caused more of them to be showered upon by their foes with their disgusting attack.

The writhing maggots harmlessly bounced off the armors of the orcs, but some of them landed on the exposed parts of their body. The maggots unceremoniously bit down on their flesh, causing the orcs that were bitten to howl in pain.

It would have been alright for the orcs if the maggots just bit them, but no, the slimy critters began to dig into their wounds, trying to burrow into their flesh. Those who were bitten clawed on the worms that tried burrowing into their flesh. Some pulled them out with some difficulty, snapping them in half while others outright squashed them to paste. A problem quickly arose, the maggots that were snapped in half still continued being lively, they still continued trying to dig into the flesh of the one that they had bitten.

"Take them down quickly!" Arka'garr roared as he took a few steps forward, skewered the foe that was within the reach of his weapon with all his strength. The disgusting creature had a spear through its torso, but it had no effect, it was still moving. It even grabbed onto the length of the spear, trying to prevent Arka'garr from recovering his weapon.

The disgusted leader of the Rakshas pulled back, ripping the grip of his foe onto his weapon free. He recovered his weapon, but he wasn't happy, his attack had no effect. In anger, he pierced his foe with his weapon numerous times, riddling its repulsive body with numerous holes, but to no avail.

"Infested Ones…" Artanos muttered, "These nauseating minions of his again… Why can't he send something much more appealing to the eye and the stomach," he complained. The demoness who was beside him, stared at him in disbelief. "He even knows the Infested Ones?" she whispered to herself.

"The orcs are in for some trouble if they can't figure out how to deal with them." Artanos mumbled. He knew that dealing with the Infested Ones was a big headache for the orcs, for they were warriors who rely on their brute strength almost all the time. Their current foes were somewhat a counter towards their way of combat. "Unless they smash them to paste…" he continued to mumble to himself.

Khao'khen took notice that the Rakshas were having a hard time dealing with their new foes. He had seen them riddle their new enemies with holes, but they still refused to fall down. His mind kicked into gears, trying to find a solution to deal with the new opponents.

"Rakshas! Pull back for the meantime. Let the Yurakks block them!" he roared.

Hearing the command, the Rakshas quickly acted and began to pull away from the Infested Ones. The Yurakks moved with hasted and block the path of their new adversaries.

"Yurakks! Torh'terra!"

The 3rd and 4th warbands responded swiftly to the order and got into their formation. Shields began overlapping with each other. An almost solid box of shields was formed.

The Infested Ones began another round of their attacks, the hurled maggots rained down upon the shields of the Yurakks. As they landed, the maggots began wriggling around. They started seeking for the nearest soft flesh that they could bite onto, but there was no flesh on where they landed, just pure metal.

Khao'khen knew that having the Yurakks deal with their new foes was just temporary, he had to find a way to kill them or else the situation would get ugly later on.

Another growl came from inside the palace, and the demonic critters that had been staying in place began to surge forward once again. They rammed against the formation of the Yurakks which caused their formation to show gaps for a very short moment.