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.
Perthonexio 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.
The dragon slayer recovered just in time to see the second arrow drill its way into its heart and in one last gasp of air, the humanoid crumpled to the ground in a heap.
"KYR COS!!!" The Prince clenched his fist in triumph.
Translation: "GOT HIM!!!"
The Warlord pulled out a much larger horn and blew, the sound was loud and terrible as another wave of bugbears rallied together with the promise to crush the enemies of their fierce ally, flooded into the valley floor. They attacked in groups of six or more as one whole unit until their victims were nothing more than a bloody paste. The behir whipped its long tail around sweeping aside any dwarves laying low.
Mandur barely avoided the attack himself, those of his riders closest to the monster weren't so lucky.
Prince Willow saw the onrush of bugbears and knew precisely what to do.
Calling out in a voice loud enough for all to hear, Willow commanded, "BAERN SASAER SHENDRAES!!!"
Translation: "New target bugbears!!!"
In unison, the Elven Archers changed their targets from the Ogre Mages to the Bugbears, changed their arrows from flight arrows to shaef arrows which would allow them to do more damage and changed their arc of fire higher than it originally was.
"EIRAS AIL THYS SHALAER!!!" The Prince ordered as he followed suit along with his unit.
Translation: "Attack in four waves!!!"
"VAEDIA!!!" The Prince yelled at the top of his voice.
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 coming Bugbears.
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!!!"
Willow and his archers cut loose with another deadly volley but this time they did something a little different. No sooner had the first volley been fired, the Elven archers nocked their arrows.
"THOSI!!!" Willow cried out as he loosed another arrow in unison with his kinfolk.
No sooner had the second volley left their bows, the archers had a third volley at the ready.
"THOSI!!!" Prince Willow ordered as the air was filled with the TWANG of arrows being released in unison.
And no sooner had the third volley been released, the fourth and deadliest volley was ready to fly against the enemy.
"THOSI!!!" The Prince yelled as his kinfolk followed suit.
Four deadly waves of sheaf arrows blotted out the sky in unison and made their way in a downward arc towards the bugbears below.
Two thirds of Gruumasht's infantry lay dead upon the battle field and they continued to fall under the renewed strength of the elves and their allies.
The half orc warlock-necromancer screamed at the top of his lungs raising both gnarled hands slowly, "Rise up agh devour tak gith!"
Translation: "RISE UP AND DEVOUR THEM ALL!"
The dead on both sides came to unholy life despite most of them missing limbs, their bloodied corpses shambled and crawled towards the living with only one thing to kill and devour. Hideous screeches, gurgles, and sickly sounds rose up from eerie greenish-gray mist that covered the field. Those of the cavalry and infantry who were in close proximity were simple over whelmed, their cries muffled by waves of undead cascading down on them water.
Prince Ash braced himself with sword and shield still glowing with radiant power, "HEAD SHOTS! CUT OFF THE HEADS TO KILL THE DEAD AND REMAINING LIVE ONES! WILL SOMEONE TAKE OUT THAT NECROMANCER! BIRCH, HOW ABOUT SOME MORE INSPIRATION, PLEASE!"
Lazheros teleported from the wall down to the front lines now where his aid would be of more help. First cast, Sunburst on the undead closest to the crown prince and his men that disintegrated the larger group, and dropped a sixty foot high Flame strike down between Mandur, Irzen, and Andaerean as a wave of fresh undead popped up only be incinerated and reduced to ash.
Barakas shrieked violently, "KILL THE CLERIC!" His displacer beast mount crumple under the blows from sappers tunneling underneath the earth. The smell of chared, smoldering sinew and flesh mixed with the blood, sweat, and tears did nothing to improve morale for the horde.
A pair of undead giants and one undead ogre came crashing through the battle field crushing ally and enemy alike to get to the Bronze Man.
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