Age of Heroes (Age of Heroes Chronicles)

Chapter 257: Hero (2)

THE PLAINS

In the morning Arial began his march south, from Vor stronghold to lay siege to one of Bor stronghold called Serif.

After a long week siege the Orc in Serif no longer could bear the insult hurled at them by Arial and his troop.

Every day Arial and his troop would throw insults and call them names and this time the soldiers in the stronghold had decided to do something about it.

They decided to step out of their stronghold and began engaging in battle with Arial troop. Arial smiles and then he shouted

'Bring it to me!' his voice roars across the area and his personal guard quickly shouted to the back

'Bring that to Larenas Arial!'

From the back of Arial troops, ten strong Orc can be seen bringing something to Arial. The item was so heavy that it took ten adult Orcs to lift it up over their shoulder and slowly come into the front to present it to Arial

Every troop gives way for this ten Orcs as they present the item to Arial.

'Here it is, Larenas Arial.' Larenas means ten thousand troops leader. Arial look at the item and the desire to do battle in his heart grows.

The item that the Orc brought to him is a huge cleaving glaive and despite its appearance it is heavier than a normal glaive as it is enchanted by Old Magic of the High Elf of the Dark Forest and forge in Dwarven forge mixed with mithril and other precious ores.

Arial could use the Enochian blade but he fears that if the sword activated again he would not know enemies or friends and will attack people indiscriminately.

When fighting the dragon, it might have been impossible not to use the blade, but if it's only Orcs then this glaive is good enough.

This cleaving glaive belongs to Gruk Vor and when he died it passed onto his son Koer and as thanks for the stellar performance that Arial has shown, Koer gifted this to Arial.

Koer is right now in the North pacifying the clan and making sure nobody is joining the rebellion.

Unlike humans who usually only join rebellion because of some honor or blood relations Orc joins when they believe their current leader is weak and his opponent is stronger than their own leader.

Koer need to reassure his people that he is still strong to the many chiefs

'CHARGE' one voice filled the plains. Arial look at his right side.

Velamina have entered the battle in the open plains already, while smiling; her blade is fast like thunder, sweeping her enemies with apparent ease.

While Arial is fond of slashing his enemies Velamina prefer stabbing with pinpoint accuracy to the vital organs of her enemies.

"I must hurry then" he said smiling and anticipating the battle that is about to unfold. Arial effortlessly grab the glaive and swing it.

The Orc is not surprised anymore. They all know how heavy that glaive is but in the hands of the young human lord, it almost seems like the glaive is weightless.

Even Koer could not lift it and even Gruk Vor the previous king only let it sit on his throne room.

What took ten adult Orc to even lift; he could take it in one hand. This is why his troops are loyal to him.

'Strength like him is hard to find in this vast world' some Orc Ratarai once said when they saw his strength

Arial find that Orc always give their loyalty to the strong. Odd, but useful for him. It is a simple way of life.

The law of the strong. He tightened his grip on the glaive and swing it once.

The wind generated from his swing created gust of wind that blows all over the area, as deep cuts were made into the ground even without the glaive touching it.

If this is his army. before entering a battle, he usually would prepare some rousing speech.

It is kind of like a ritual for him before entering battle but Arial learn from experience that Orc do not need such encouragement.

They enjoy the battle as they enjoy their feast, rowdy and messy.

Not to mention their belief might also be a part of why they are always eager to enter battle.

Any honorable warrior that died honorable death in battlefield will join The Great Horned Warrior on his feast table as their belief dictates.

And living among the Orc this couple of month even made Arial love fighting, one thing that he did not expect.

He looks at his troop and they all have this fierce look on their eye. They are ready. They are impatient for him to enter the battle.

They look like savage wolves, starving for a week. Arial laughed and he stopped swinging the glaive, as his glaive tips pointed forward.

Then he yelled

'CHARGE' he yelled and that is enough for his army to start entering the battle that is already underway.

Most of the orcs used axes, and big maces.

Arial could see on the right side of the battlefield Velamina deftly handled a couple of Orcs, dodging their attacks.

That is to be expected as he smiles. If she can dodge dragon fire and its tail how slow these Orc attack seem to her eyes? Arial mused even as one Orc is yelling with two axes nearing him.

Arial with an expression of boredness, swing his glaive casually and the Orc was cut to two at the spot.

Its body falls to two different side as that soldier dies almost immediately. The huge and heavy glaive can be said as lethal weapon capable of slicing any Orc to two.

And with it in Arial hands, it is not exaggerated to say that the weapon is the perfect killing weapon.

'Keep pushing' Arial ordered as he already dismounted his horse and began rushing forward, his hand bring down the glaive to anyone in front of him, bisecting them in one movement

He wants to take a little time killing this Orc army.

Even the weeks of sieging on this area is mostly because of him wanting to understand the geography around the area

He was also making sure that there are no ambush forces around the area or reinforcement coming from the South.

That is why he delays in breaking the fortress.

Because the Orcs have never been invaded before, their knowledge in sieging is limited. In an open battle Orc is a fearsome killing machine.

They fear nothing, not even death since even their death have meaning. In castle, Arial imagined, they would be nothing but sitting ducks.

If this is the Human Continent, he would siege them with fire stone and they will all die screaming and burning inside the fortress but Arial does not want such scorched earth tactics here.

He is trying to win the favor of the Dark Lands not make them view him as evil incarnate or just another Avenger like Levitia.

And the enemy here is weak, Arial remarked to himself. Even without resorting to such mean he can still win.

Another Orc troops come charging at him. Arial only smile, every movement of that Orc seems clear to his eyes. Clear and slow.

Arial did not even have to slide or dodge.

With each step he takes, he swings at the right and left and each step about five soul reach The Great Hall of the Horned God, all of those who fight him died with one swift judgment of his glaive.

Arial look around him and he knows it is time to end this battle

He yelled, his voice sounded like a dragon roar, as every Orc near him bled in their ears and blood dripping from their nose while some of them are thrown back because of the sound wave that was produced when he shouted

'Chief Leader of Serif, show yourself. My strength against yours!! Victor takes all! Not another orc will die. WHAT SAY YOU!!!'