POV Rogu
Rogu would have much rather to keep this operation as quiet as possible. It would have been a far better scenario if he could take out the Orcs both quickly and silently. Leaving no room for any type of communications to be sent out, or potential nearby reinforcements to come. But Rogu learned a long time ago that in times of war, it was best to prepare to work with the worst of circumstances, and this wouldn’t even begin to compare to the worst situations he had been in. Of course that was only on a surface level.
Rogu considered this mission the most important one he had ever received. A spot that was previously held by the Royal Retrieval mission. But how could that compare to being given direct orders from his Future King to rescue his people and crush his enemies? The answer was it couldn’t.
Since hiding was no longer necessary after his provocation to the Orcs, Rogu spread his out his Mana Sense as wide as he could and smiled immediately after doing do.
‘There are none nearby, at least no Tier 5 and below. Though that is still no reason to play around. The sooner I get this done, the faster I can evacuate the tribe and get back to the others. It’s a good thing my provocation seemed to work.’
“YOU FUCKING GOBLIN! WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU THE CONFIDENCE TO STAND AGAINST YOUR MASTERS! IF YOU WANT TO DIE SO BAD I WILL GLADY SHOW YOU WHY ORCS RULE THESE PLAINS! WARCHIEF GIVE ME STRENGTH!!”
The Orc who was exploding with fury, drew a mace from his waist, a mace whose spikes glistened with a red glow with the night sky as backdrop. He then charged out of the tribe with a speed that almost didn’t match his large size. The glow of the mace began to get brighter as the Orc took large powerful yet fast strides in his black armor towards Rogu.
Of course, Rogu wasn’t standing still in this moment either.
‘The others stayed behind in the tribe huh. No matter, at least there won’t be any pests to worry about. Though that mace…it looks a bit troublesome. I’ve seen something similar from those vile bastards deep in the Forgotten Vale, if it’s the same thing, it would good if too never let that mace touch me.
‘Not that I was planning to.’
Rogu who already had sword unsheathed, flooded his body with mana, empowering every cell in his body at the same time, and that flood of mana didn’t stop at just his body. It flowed through him and into his sword as well, and very quickly bright orange flames coated the edge of his sword.
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Rogu then took off in a charge of his own and it was akin to two unstoppable forces charging at each preparing to engage in a cataclysmic clash that would decimate the area for miles on end.
Though this was obviously something Rogu didn’t want. A clash of that stature could potentially end in his favor, and maybe even end the battle in one move, but the tribe he was tasked to evacuate wouldn’t escape that type of collision unscathed. He did not want to have to explain to his Liege that his powers played a part in eliminating the people he was supposed to be helping.
What a shameful experience that would be.
So, when Rogu and the Orc neared each other, the Orc promptly took a wide swing with his mace, which by this point had reached the apex of its eerie red glow. His swing was packed full of the intent to fully destroy Rogu, but Rogu had other plans.
Instead of engaging with the Orc before him, he only planned on dodging from the very beginning, which is exactly what he did.
By stepping sharply to the left, he got out of the way of the mace before his own sword burst forth with power, aiming towards the now exposed side of the Orc who screamed out at him the second he dodged.
“COWARD!”
No warrior liked being called a coward, but what reason did Rogu have to care about that? His mission was absolute so pressed on. A searing blade rapidly approached the side of the Orc and just as the slightest part of the blade met the skin of the Orc, he managed to bring his mace over in time to block the blade from going any further and a loud ring followed suit with the clash of weapons generating billowing winds.
Of course, Rogu didn’t expect to kill the Orc with that one strike so before the Orc could disengage. He muttered a word.
“Urzhak”
And the flames around his sword intensified instantly before it exploded with power. The Orc screamed out in pain as it jumped away from the flame’s area of influence. Though it did not escape completely unscathed.
Starting from the point of that wound, the entire side of the Orc’s body was now charred black.
There was a reason Rogu was confident in his ability to fight any Tier 5 Orc. Ever since he could walk, he had been fighting life and death battles throughout the Dark Lands of Mir. Against truly harrowing creatures who sought to feast on his fellow Goblins. The lands the Goblin Clans called home and been secured long before he was born, but it was a never-ending battle to ensure they remained secured. They ruled Goblin Lands, but Goblins were far from the rulers of the Dark Lands of Mir.
He could tell from the very second, he laid eyes on the Orcs in the tribe. These people were bullies than true battle tested warriors. Their eyes didn’t have the same look as warriors who had to fight tooth and nail for the survival of their people. He would never lose to someone like that, not while on the same level of power.
From that point the battle didn’t last very long. With one side of the Orc essentially useless, his battle prowess was more than cut in half, and in front of a being like Rogu, that was essentially a death sentence.
