Two weeks passed by in a flash, and very quickly things were about to pick up. Rick and his large group of Goblins continued to push their pace as best as he could without driving them all to death but no matter how much he pushed, Geedi and the Royal Guards were nowhere in sight.

  It wasn’t that surprising since it was likely they were pushing themselves as well. In fact, that is exactly what they there doing, and due to that it was no shock that out of the three groups that were currently traversing through the west side of the Nameless Forest, they were the first to run into the Serpent.

  POV ???

  ‘More Goblins. They are just as weak as the ones from before. My mind is still a bit foggy, but I hardly remember these many Goblins living in this forest. Though something I do remember quite clearly…is that Orcs don’t like Goblins. Is that why they’ve entered the forest despite my presence?

  ‘Even if that was the case, It is still no excuse.

  Though what should I do with these Goblins? They collapsed the second I revealed myself in front of them. Only one of them is even still standing if only barely.

  ‘I will ignore them. I have restrained my presence, yet they were unable to stand firm just from my sight alone. Pitiful.’

  The massive serpent continued to slither past the unmoving Royal Guards. They made no noise, made no movements and just sat there scared down to their very bones. It wasn’t until long after the Serpent left their lines of sight did Geedi finally fell down alongside her fellow Royal Guards.

  It then took many deep breaths to calm her heart down.

  POV Geedi

  “The Chief…it’s heading in the direction of the Chief…wha…what do I do…AHHH!!! IM WEAK!! WHY AM I SO WEAK! I CAN DO NOTHING TO HELP EVEN THOUGH THE CHIEF IS IN DANGER!!!”

  Geedi cried out in the middle of the forest as the reality of her situation weighed down on her. It’s been nagging her for quite some time now, and she has down her best to put it at the back of her head so that she could remained focused and carry out her duties, but this interaction with the Serpent was just a bit much for her.

  She broke down and cried for the first time in her young life as the emotions of the situation overwhelmed her.

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  The other Royal Guards eventually got hold of themselves and watched on for a few moments as the reality of the situation dawned on them too.

  They were far too weak to do only the job they were meant to do. And unfortunately for them, the world wasn’t just going to sit and wait for them to get stronger.

  Both Geedi and the Royal Guards continued to sit there in self-pity for a few more minutes before Geedi finally spoke again.

  “…We will do as the Chief said and go home. Then we will train until we die or get stronger. Let’s go.”

  It didn’t take long after that for them to get back on their feet and move forward.

  …

  While Geedi and the others were continuing on to the Village, the Serpent continued to press forward.

  Though that wasn’t the individual on the move.

  …

  Going back to the plains at the location of the war camp.

  The entire camp was in scramble mode as every able hands was moving around with high intensity to ensure everything in the camp was as it was supposed to be.

  They were scrambling because they got lazy over the last few weeks after being forced to sit around and do nothing.

  But now that laziness was coming back to bite them.

  The War Cheif and his personal forces could now be seen in the distance riding with purpose towards the war camp.

  Leading the group of Orc riders was a Orc that was far bigger than his counterparts.

  If standing, he would reach a towering height of around 6’8 and his shoulders seemed broad enough to carry the weight of the world. His brutish physique and the many scars that were abundant across his body only worked together to add to the image of a fearsome and powerful leader.

  This was the Orc who ruled the Iris River Plains with an iron fist and his words were never met with questions, only actions. Life in the plains moved as he willed and there was not a single being in the plains who could hope to question it without losing at least a pound of flesh in return.

  This was the War Chief of the Orcs.

  It didn’t take very long before he made it to the war camp.

  A frown immediately was plastered across his face after he noticed the camp was smaller than he expected.

  “You.”

  “Yes, War Chief.”

  “Was there a battle here?”

  “No sir.”

  An immense pressure immediately descended on the area as the War Chief’s frown quickly morphed into anger.

  “Then why are there Orcs missing? Where is Orkush? Was my order to gather ignored? Am I being taken for a fool? Do you all no longer respect me?”

  “War…Chief…Orkush…left…he entered…the…forest.”

  The Tier 5 Orc that was answering questions had to talk through the pressure placed on them and could barely get out his words, but the second he finished talking the pressure that was on the camp seemed to multiply 10-fold.

  The War Chief then roared out.

  “HE DID WHAT?!!!

  “THAT FOOL!!!!!”

  The Wad Chief roared out a few more times after that in anger as the pressure directed at the camp only steadily increased as every single Orc was now being pressed into the ground while feeling like their bones were being crushed.

  This went for a few more moments before it abruptly stopped as if it was never there, and the War Chief took a few deep breaths to calm themselves down, though the fury was still present, and his voice seemed to be laced with danger as he spoke.

  “One of you go back to the border and tell them stall for a long as possible. Retreat if necessary.

  “The rest of you. Get ready for war.”