BOOM! CRACK! SWISH!
Dazzling lights from the many skills being used lit up the dark evening sky. The different sounds of exploding skills echoed out over the water.
A random nomadic teepee village was currently under attack. The tepees near the shore were ablaze with crackling fire. Smoke covered the village like a heavy fog making it difficult to breathe and see several feet in front of where you stood.
The inhabitants of the small village were in a massed panic, fleeing with whatever they could quickly grab, before escaping into the nearby winter woods.
In the mass of confusion, a small child was sitting on the snowy ground crying loudly. The child as well as the snow he sat on were both dyed red from a nearby body that had taken several direct hits from the flying skills.
Moments later a frantic mother rushed over and picked up the child with one hand while carrying a bag in her other hand. She ran through the smokey miasma mostly on instinct making her way to the relative safety of the woods with several others ahead of her as well as a few more following behind.
In the smokey fog several small rowboats rowed their way to the shore while the skills continued to fly over their heads from the main ships they had come from.
When they reached the shore the shabbily dressed pirates inside the ships shouted in a manic glee as they jumped out onto the shore and started to run through the village.
Anyone that they found was killed no matter their age or whether they were male or female.
Several people tried to hide in boxes of equipment or large piles of hay and manure. But the manic pirates gleefully set everything on fire and used skills on everything as they searched for hidden prey.
For those who had been too slow or wounded in the initial attack, they were torn apart by several different skills as they were chased by the maniacs.
“Ha Ha Ha! Look at that! Have you ever seen something like this?” asked Kooter as he watched from one of the large ships.
“Tell me again why we the Demon hunters have to team up with those bunch of crazy cult guys from the Forbidden clan? They have horrible hygiene. They smell bad and their teeth and breath are even worse,” asked Phobia with a look of distaste on her face.
She did not disapprove of the killing that they were doing but the fact that each of them had sworn an oath to never show mercy or do a good deed ever again when they had first joined the Forbidden guild. They all followed this oath like fanatics, causing trouble not only for the humans and demon races but also the other Demigod clans.
“I don''t like them any more than you do. But with such few people here, we need to team up with them along with the Cunning shadow and Frozenblood guild in order to gain a foothold,” said Bland with a blank face as he watched what little of the chaos on the shore that they could see through the smokey fog.
“The Cunning shadow guild is just as bad,” said LieLie as she stood on a box so she could shoot several skills randomly towards the woods full of fleeing people.
“I have never heard of the Frozenblood guild. Who are they?” asked Phobia.
“It''s a new guild that was created fairly recently because of the large guilds including us, started to gather here in larger forces. Many of the smaller groups that have been here longer than we have all banded together to create the guild. It is just a gathering of a bunch of weird people,” said Berk.
“Did I hear someone talking about me?” asked a handsomely dressed man.
“What are you doing here Gen? Aren''t you part of The GentleFallen guild?” asked Phobia, stepping away from the new person.
“I Gen the gentleman, am a member of that guild. I''m just here to help out my friends that joined and formed the new guild you mentioned a few moments ago.”
“You''re just trying to gain benefits for your guild by leeching off others because your guild is too busy elsewhere,” said LieLie.
Gen being the gentleman he was, ignored her jab, and asked a question. “When will we be attacking someplace bigger? Why are we only wiping out the smaller villages?”
“The Banished knights guild attacked a larger settlement and were all wiped out before getting a foothold here. Mainly due to the enemy having help from the surrounding villages. It will now take them a long time to return,” said Bland.
“It''s called tactics Gen. We conquer and take care of the smaller places allowing us to have a foothold to take on the larger villages, towns, and cities,” said Phobia.
“It''s just taking forever to get to the good stuff,” said Gen the gentleman.
“In due time we will get to them. We still have many other targets to get to first,” said Bland in a bland calm voice not worried about the slow pace.
***
Bright moonlight shone down on a large flat snowy battlefield.
The two werewolf armies faced off against each other. The only sound was the wind blowing the light dusting of new powder snow up into the air, swirling around obscuring their vision on both sides.
At once the loud howls rang out from both sides of the battlefield commanding their warriors and soldiers to transform.
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Hundreds of other howls rang out echoing the command, moments later the battlefield was filled with thousands of howls coming from the transforming werewolves.
Akira stood in front of the center of the army in his full heavy black armor. A dark misty haze hovering around his armor was visible to all who saw him standing at the front.
Seeing him standing there gave everyone the feeling of rock-solid determination. The killing intent emanating from him shocked the older soldiers who had fought in many battles and wars. Such a feeling only came from those who had battled and killed many thousands of enemies.
Behind Akira stood Tanner who held the Kodria flag which was dancing and snapping wildly in the snowy wind.
Ding!
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Akira watched Erock from across the battlefield waiting to see if he would start the fight first, but despite his earlier fiery speech, he just stared back at Akira.
It may have been because of a lack of confidence due to being slightly outnumbered by Akira and the two other demon races who had combined their soldiers into one army.
Varbu stood in front of his orc warriors with the other Orc warrior chiefs. While Prince Gobbers commanded his own warriors from the rear.
Akira had had enough of the silent waiting so he jumped onto the back of Grarr and raised his sword drawing everyone''s attention to his slowly rising arm.
“Awooo! Awoo~!”
With two loud howls, Akira’s hand sliced down and pointed at the warriors of the SaberFang army.
[Command skills [Full attack] and [Charge] have been activated!]
As if a dam broke loose, the soldiers of Kodria rushed forward with howls of their own, while still making sure to stay in proper formation.
Seeing this Erock issued his own commands through a howl and the Saberfang warriors leaped forward in their own charge to meet the Kodria soldiers that were rushing towards them.
Akira led the charge with Dolph and Vilkas right beside him on their own Garg companion mounts and Zundar trotting along with big thumping footsteps.
The rest of the Cavalry was charged with protecting the flanks from being outflanked, while also trying to do the same to the opposing army.
It only took a few moments for the two sides to clear the short distance between them, leaving little time for ranged attacks, before they clashed together in a loud booming ruckus as metal beat and slashed against metal, fur, and bone.
Howls full of blood-lust and pain rang out as the full-on battle commenced.
Akira had wasted no time in heading directly towards the instigators of the whole situation. Tormoid and Erock.
Surprisingly the old Tormoid had not shied away from the fight and was at the front of the battle along with several guards.
Seeing this Tormoid commanded his own warriors to intercept Akira while he followed behind them at a short distance.
Erock stayed at the center commanding and fighting, he was letting Tormoid take the full brunt of Akira''s attacks first before he would go and finish the job himself.
All those that neared Akira were severely wounded either by Akria''s wild slashing sword, Zundar''s hammer that knocked several warriors far back into the gathered warriors far behind, or the paws and sharp teeth of Grarr.
They were plowing through them as they headed straight towards Tormoid whose face soured at the strength they showed. It was much stronger than he had heard about during the last war.
They had greatly miscalculated the strength of Kodria''s army.
“Tormoid! Erock! Stop this foolishness now before we truly pass the point of no return!” roared Akira allowing all those around to hear as he continued to slash and wound those near him sending them tumbling to the ground.
“Ha! Only a coward would stop!” shouted Tormoid as he charged towards Akira.
“We are all of the earth tribe, we have many other enemies we should be fighting!”
Akira was not shouting to get the two leaders to stop but to try and persuade the other warriors under them to stop fighting.
But his words seemed to not have little to no effect.
“Fine! Don''t blame me for being rude!” said Akira.
Ding!
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The eyesight of the Saberfang warriors near Akira was immediately blurred as a dark mist started to cover a large area around Akira, forcing them to rely on their sense of smell and hearing more than their eyes.
As Akira and Tormoid''s swords intercepted each other a loud howl full of alarm rang out from the rear of the Saberfang army.
Both Akira and Tormoid glanced to see what was wrong. Tormoid worried that the enemy cavalry had flanked them while Akira hoped that they had.
But there was no fighting happening at the rear, only a small group of what looked like several elderly shaman who were rushing forward letting out frantic howls.
Akira listened to them and found that they were calling for Erock to stop the fighting.
“I won''t let something like this stop me from taking care of a troublesome weed like you! You should have died long ago!” said Tormoid as he renewed his attacks with vigor. But his sword was blocked by a swipe of Grarr''s large paw and he was forced to jump back.
He was unable to fight at full strength due to his vision being blocked when he was near Akira.
The elderly Saberfang Shaman continued to call for the stop of the fighting, to which Erock spent several minutes contemplating what to do. Several moments later he let out a howl, halting the warrior''s attack and calling for them to retreat.
Akira seeing this also let out a howl of his own calling for the Kodria soldiers to stop pushing forward and pull back as well in order to see what was going on.
Tormoid did not heed the command of Erock and continued fighting Akira. His guards were quickly surrounded and incapacitated while Tormoid received a severe wound from Akira''s sword that had grown to a longer length surprising him and stopped the fight as he crumpled to the ground.
Akira''s guards captured Tormoid and bound his arms and legs before giving him a rough handling as they applied a bare minimum of first aid to keep him alive.
Akira pulled back with his guards and the newly captured prisoners while he waited to see what Erock would do next.
It didn''t take long before Erock parted ways with the elderly Shaman and rode out onto the now empty and bloody battlefield with a white flag and several escorting guards.
Akira and his entourage once again headed out to meet Erock halfway.
“I wish to call a truce,” said Erock immediately, not waiting to start talking.
“Why now?”
“Your words were correct. The demigods have completely whipped out several of the northern villages and are headed towards Crowmaw city!”