Day 7

  Early that morning, while dew was still dripping off of the leaves, and water mages were still funneling shit into the sewers, the first Orcs were spotted.

  7 foot tall muscle bound men, their skin tinted with splotches of green, and twisted wretched faces that look like boiling water.

  We heard them before we saw them, the sound of their weapons knocking against each other, the footsteps, the speech of the ever loud Orcs. It reverberated through the canyon, before hitting us like a wave. The sound of thousands of feet marching, sounded like thunder in our ears, their weapons like bells, ringing furiously through the storm.

  They sent no scouts, they didn't need to, overconfident in their numbers they round the bend, and stand face to face with thousands of zombies.

  Not only had we built a large wall sealing the pass, but we had also cut passageways into the side of the canyons, allowing the archers, and mages ro rain hell down upon the enemies.

  Our archers loose their arrows, and for a moment the sky darkens, before with screams of rage, they barrel forward, and into the ranks of zombies. Our mages do not hold back, they'd rather accidentally hit our front line of zombies, than not fire at all.

  One of our B ranking Artillery mages steps forward, and throws his hands up. His mana begins to course through the air, thick like honey it solidifies, before with a scream he throws his hands out, and it begins to rain fire.

  Balls of liquid fire drop from the sky, impacting the enemies, and tearing their ranks apart, leaving armor, and weapons red hot, burning the feet of those that trample overhead.

  This barrage lasts for many seconds, and blasts giant holes in the enemies blobbed up opponents.

  They rush forward, and our lower ranking mages begin firing. Their spells drop liquid fire, followed by liquids so cold, they freeze on contact with the opponent, balls of earth drop onto the ground before splitting into golems, and tearing a orc into two before being swarmed, and taken down.

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  The same fire mage steps forward, his steps lag but he pushes on anyway, with a grunt he raises his hands above his head, and the fire begins to coalesce. It starts as a ball the size of a fist, before growing, and condensing, and growing some more, before condensing once again. This process repeats, before with a grunt, he hefts the ball into the largest clump of enemies he can find.

  But as the fire descends, something rises from the crowd, a bolt of clear energy rises up, before separating out like an umbrella. The ball of fire collides with it, and it bursts. With a scream it explodes, tossing liquid fire into the lines of zombies, killing hundreds, and blasting hot air all around, blasting friends, and enemies alike with a dry desert like air.

  Our fire mage collapses to the ground, his mana spent, and his body taxed. He sighs and coughs deeply, dripping phlegm onto the ground. A guard quickly rushes forward, throwing him over his shoulder, before retreating him back to a pre-prepped field hospital.

  The one who blocked the ball of fire steps into the line of zombies, and with a swipe of his hand, clears a line of zombies. His mana slicing through them like butter. He begins marching forward but as he walks Ivan impacts the ground. His body is encased in a blackish colored stone, and as he walks he picks up more dirt, and he grows.

  First he grows to six feet tall, than seven, than eight, than nine, than hes doubled the Orc, and he stomps forward. The Orc steps forward, his body lightly covered with furs, and with a flash he collides with Ivan, and they disappear, they flit through the battlefield, and with a flash of light, the Orc collides with the cliff side, and than with a flash disappears back into the lines of Orcs, and they begin to retreat slowly.

  The lines recede backwards, while the A ranker stays near the front, probably in case we attempt to follow them.

  “Are they gone?” Mile asks me.

  I glance at Milo. “No, it's a tactical retreat. They will be back.”

  Milo sighs, his eyes twitching, and darting about. “Are you going to use those corpses to summon more corpses, or feed your abominations?”

  I shrug, in response. “Probably the abominations. They strike terror in the enemy, and if we can hold out until Theo arrives, he is commanding a sizable force, and is quite the little terror himself. He's a fresh A ranker, but he is still quite the threat. So, we are better off, routing them repeatedly to slow losses, and hopefully allow Theo, or the Kings forces to draw near. But I'm counting on Theo coming first.”

  Milo nods in response. “You’ve been doing this longer than I have.”

  I purse my lips. “Indeed.”