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A Tale of Blood II
Before you read this you should have read part one.
Thorgat was different. Instead of joy from the battle he had just finished, he felt..... confusion. Why was he fighting with the Britannians this far north ? He knew something was out of place, but the worst thing that could happen was a glorious fight, yet he was still distracted.
Only a few hundred meters away soft voices whispered “What do we do now elder?”
“What can we do we must exterminate them!”
“But we are few hundreds…..” his voice trailed off under the sound of his elder.
“We have no choice and we are more than you may think, Thorgat must be killed”
The broken remains of the great chaos army was shattered, lying at his feet was Thorgat’s Champion, a spear through his leg and a indented lance hole in his breast plate. Thorgat shouted “Khorne! Give we your blessings I have done your will!!!” Not a minute later than the words left his tong dozens of red flashes exploded around him. From each of them stepped a blood letter or worse a spawn of chaos. At that moment Thorgat knew he was chosen by his god.
The rain continued to rain steadily the once green field was brown with mud and red with blood. By now his armor was clean; its gold and crimson red linings perfectly contrasted the solid black sheets. Almost every inch of his armor had some sort of slash or dent on it, but it served him well, it always did,
Suddenly out of the mist and rain stepped a white armored figure, an elf! More joined him. Eventually a wall of white and blue amour stood, uniform facing him. Finally one of them spoke “I am Niliac. Thorgat! Lord of this….army, show yourself. Surrender to me and your army will live”
Thorgat simple picked up his helmet, shoved it over his head. That was all the answer the elf needed, he raised a hand and a volley of arrows shot forward. In an equally sudden movement 300 shields raised. In the silence after ward the elven commander was shocked to see not one warrior dropped, only some spawns were hit and to them it wasn’t a wound.
The army didn’t need to hear a word. In fact Thorgat couldn’t have stopped them. 300 Black armored titans ran at astonishing speed for their size and weight of their armor and weapons.
Black met white. Spear met shield or harmlessly bounced off armor, and Thorgat met Niliac. Thorgat’s warriors dispatched nearby elves leaving the two alone. It was not a duel, with one thrust of his shield the elf was on the ground.
“Answer me one question elf! Why is such an obviously inferior group fighting mine?”
“The men failed”
“YOU sent them?”
“You must die, you are a walking abomination, and we do not kill you Ulthwan will!”
With that Thorgat smirked “And if I surrender you will let my men live?” With that he walked off. However the blood beast behind him did not. The elves had failed.
That was not a battle thought Thorgat, how could they think they would kill me.
In the distance Thorgat herd sounds. Wild shouting, not his men’s though. He paced forward to see huge masses of fat and muscle. Humanoid, but not elves, he had herd rumors of them, wandering groups of mercenary ogres.
Now this has turned to a battle he thought as he strode towards the fray. He ran to the space where a warrior had been smashed seconds before shooting his sword into the chest of a bull. To his shock the bull didn’t fall, only after a chosen halberd beat against the beast’s head was he dead. Only after this realization did thorgat drop his shield in favor of a nearby mace.
The ogres were tough, in fact they were killing the remains of his army! Hundreds of ideas flashed through his mind, not the least of which was killing them all himself, but he realized the only way to win would be to show them he was better than them. Although he had never encountered them he knew about their culture. He knew to look for a tyrant. Within seconds he found one. 12 feet tall he guessed 2 tons. He ran over to him, Smashing the back of an ogres head in on the way. “Tyrant! Fight me, let me prove to you first hand I am better than you.”
Unaccustomed to that kind of tone towards him the tyrant swung his huge hammer for the lord. Diving out of the way, Thorgat at slashed the ogres side. Were he fighting a human, an ork or even another Chaos Champion the blow would have been fatal. But the giant didn’t so much as shout. Instead ran into a full on body check. Once again the lord ducked out of the way, however this time he didn’t move quite fast enough the side of the ogres elbow knocked the mace from his hand and threw thorgat to the ground.
While the ogre turned around the lord recovered to his feet. The two warriors turned to face each other. The Tyrant towered at least 4 feet over Thorgat. Yet the lord wasn’t afraid. He knew he was an excellent warrior, he had faith in his armor, his blade, himself. Thorgat stepped back a few times. The tyrant shouted, and started to run at the chosen lord.
In perfect time Thorgat threw his hand over the end of the ogres club, thrusting himself into a perfectly formed arc over the beasts left shoulder. Before the ogres club hit the ground he was dead. The demon sword through the tyrant’s neck.
All around him ogres were staring, shocked. Their tyrant was beaten. His broken body laid next to a human, his slayer. In a loud deep voice thorgat spoke “I am your new leader, any who oppose this claim speak now !“
From his own horde sounded a voice “I am opposed”
Thanks for being honest, and to be honest too so did i.