Gruumasth had enough of the elven cavalry and infantry cutting down his horde and signaled for the giants, armored trolls and ogre mages to attack. The giants that weren't cut down by Mandur and Andaerean's cavalry unleashed a barrage of massive boulders right into the crown prince's men. Screams from the elves echoed now as they were crushed and smashed beneath their armor. The armored trolls came in swinging heavy war spiked clubs cleaving whole groups of the cavalry left and right. And lastly the ogre mages blasted the rest with waves of ice storms and dropped stinking cloud and cloudkill on the elven infantry.

As the armored trolls attacked with their heavy spiked clubs in hand, Irzen turned and flanked them. Urging Billy onward at a break-neck pace, the Drow Swordsman aimed low in a desperate move-by attack. With Evenflow in hand, Irzen's blade not only sliced through the armor of the six trolls with ease but also through their Achilles tendons! By viciously slicing through this important body part, Irzen sent six armored trolls to the ground, deprived them of their ability to stand which made them an easier target to be trampled upon by the calvary once it rallied.

"ANDAEREAN!" Irzen turned back towards the Wood Elve Captain and made a rallying gesture with his arms, "NIND MINA!!! NIND MINA NIN!!!"

Translation: "Rally them!!! Rally them now!!!

Even though, Andaerean didn't speak the drow language, he clearly knew what Irzen implied and rallied his riders, "A' amin riders en' westfall! a' amin! signal i' charge!"

Translation: "To me riders of Westfall! To me! Signal the charge!"

Irzen looked for and saw an opening in the ranks of the Orcs that a well-placed calvary charge could disrupt with deadly effect, "FLAS'TLU'GU'ANE!!!"

Translation: "CHARGE!!!"

The Swordsmans brandished his sword aloft to rally both Andaerean and his calvary into a charge that he knew could break the backs of the Orc infantry and complete the encirclement of Gruumasht's army.

Between the gagging, puking, and screams of elves and their allies, the warlord began to advance.

"STAND YOUR GROUND AND RE-FORM RANKS!!!" Prince Birch cried out between gagging fits, "STAND YOUR GROUND AND RE-FORM RANKS!!!"

Birch ran too and fro up and down the line of Elven infantry ordering them to re-form their battlelines, stand their ground and prepare to press forward on Crown Prince Ash's order.

Prince Ash raised his sword high in the air speaking words of divine inspiration to bolster his militia, "Vandria gilmadrith, tena amin, goddess ar' patron saint en' elven nostale, grant lye lle blessien sina re!"

Translation: "Vandria Gilmadrith, hear me, goddess and patron saint of elven kind, grant us your blessing this day!"

The sword he wielded glowed with a bright radiant hew of golden light that first bathed all of his men, his brother and the allies in a warm protective light, two it cleansed all the poisons, hexes, and other impurities, and finally gave a moderate amount of health back to he and his allies.

"Ye gods, that feels good!" Birch gasped as the divine energy washed over him and their troops like a tidal wave over a shoreline.

*****

The Elementalist did her best with Gusts of Wind to negate the ogre mages attacks, while the Juggernaut melded with the earth and popped up directly in the middle of the horde. Orcs, wargs, and siege equipment went flying in a three hundred sixty degree radius. The elder earth elemental slammed both fists down on the ground causing the earth to quake violently, cracking the ground beneath Gruumasht's mount and his second in command.

Lazheros was spamming heals as well as summoning his own celestial champions to aid and protect the elves of Northaven.

*****

Seeing the desperate situation of their infantry, Prince Willow cried out for all to hear, "BAERN SASAER ONDRI TANDRAER!!!"

Translation: "NEW TARGET OGRE MAGES!!!

In unison, the Elven Archers not only changed their targets from the Orc infantry to the Ogre Mages but also changed their arrows from sheaf arrows to flight arrows which could reach the Ogre Mages hiding in the enemies' rear.

"VAEDIA!!!" The Prince called out in a voice loud enough for all to hear.

Translation: "READY!!!"

Every last one of his subjects with a bow in their hand once again nocked their arrow in unison.

"EIS!!!" Willow took aim at the rear of the Orc army.

Translation: "AIM!!!"

His archers did the same.

"AITH LLE SASAER!!!" The Prince cautioned, "AITH LLE SASAER!!!"

Translation: "MARK YOUR TARGETS!!! MARK YOUR TARGETS!!!"

The archers followed suit.

"THOSI!!!" Willow cried out as he loosed his arrow in unison with his kinfolk.

Translation: "FIRE!!!"

Once again a hail of arrows dark enough to blot out the very suns themselves sailed high in the air over the main portion of the battlefield and slammed into the Ogre Mages and their rearguard protectors.

The ogre mages fell under the onslaught of another rain of death from above. The double catapults now fired exploding rounds into the horde as well as massive hornet nests provided by the rangers of the southern valley. The bees ignored the elves and their allies for the most part as the swarms of stinging insects caused mass panic with elite orcs swinging wildly in a vain attempt to rid themselves of the stings.

The sappers were busy making their way down along the eastern side of the valley with the hopes of lighting up the horde from behind.

Alyson rubbed her wrists now and dove off the top of the wall narrowly missing the clashing of weapons from the ground. Her form changed into the gold dragon again and unleashed the fiery breath upon the horde. The breath attack was so hot that the center line was reduced to ash.

The warlord snarled, "ANOTHER FIRE-BREATHING DRAGON! SLAYER! YOU'RE UP!"

A humanoid figure appeared brandishing a lance tipped with a special kind of poison designed for one purpose, to fell a dragon from the sky. It glistened in full view of the gold dragon as it did a fly-by pass.

Mandur saw this and blew his horn signalling axe throwers to bombard the left flank of Gruumasht on his Behir mount. The creature roared in pain and jerked violently when ten axes embedded themselves in two of the rear legs and crippling a third.

As his archers nocked their arrows for another volley, Willow spied the humanoid figure with the dragon lance. Pulling forth another arrow and nocking it into place, the Prince took careful aim, took a deep breath and fired his arrow in a tight arc designed to avoid hitting Alyson yet nail the dragonslayer in his heart!

The flight arrow struck, penetrating the armor but only half way. Whatever armor this dragon slayer wore it was able to soak half of the lethal damage from the ranger on the wall. Staggering backwards from the long distance strike, the dragon slayer was dazed but not out of the fight and that gave the gold dragon a chance to fly high in the sky.

Willow cursed under his breath that his arrow had not felled the dragon slayer. However, he nocked another flight arrow and aimed more carefully this time.

Perhonexio may have been of the Elder breed but he was quite capable of dealing with dragon slayers. Instead of diving again for another strafing breath attack, he merely hovered well out of range and called forth the power of the heavens. Glowing with intensity, his breath weapon changed from fire to radiant fire mixed with sound. Focusing his breath into a massive ball of elemental energy, he unleashed its full might directly at Gruumasht, Barakas, and the dragon slayer.

***SHRACKKSHOOMMZZZZ!***

The blast wave obliterated the entire center of the horde, none survived. Half of the elite orcs that had followed the warlord from their days serving Venger were now reduced to ash. The warlord himself howled in pain, and the warlock was a blacked crispy husk but somehow survived the blast also. As for the dragon slayer, his armor had melted by the intense heat of the blast giving Willow a clear shot from the wall.

The Prince saw his opening and took it. With the dragon slayer's armor melted away, Willow cut loose with another flight arrow that sailed through the air and struck home in the same wound that his previous one made.