《Rise of the Horde 》Chapter 51
Advertisement
For the past few days, the residents of the village spent their time waiting and preparing for their foes.
Trot'thar up high in the watchtower saw a massive low cloud of dust to the east. Straining his eyes, he finally saw clearly what they were. Goblins, thousands of goblins whose skins seem dried up, cracked in many places oozing black liquid and some parts of their body rotting.
Picking up the battle horn, he blew it as hard as he can and a long deep sound echoed through the village, alerting everybody of the enemies' presence.
"Finally!!!"
Galum'nor bellowed as he stood up from where he was lazily resting at because of boredom. The warriors of Yohan quickly assembled and proceeded towards the walls. The others gathered at the end of the entrances where they will hold the enemies.
"Move your asses!!! The enemies have come!!!"
Sakh'arran shouted. The ogres and taurens guarded one gateway each, while the Yohan First Battalion guarded two. Positioned at the back of the taurens and ogres were also a group of orc warriors as a backup plan, just in case the ogres and taurens get so excited while in battle that they forget about the plan.
Xiao Chen quickly ascended towards the walls through the concrete stairs that were attached to the walls. There, he saw thousands of goblins slowly marching forward in a massive single formation.
"Prepare the big boys!"
Xiao Chen yelled towards those handling the huge shotgun crossbows embedded on the walls with concrete to contain its massive recoils and not to throw its operators off the wall. Four feet long iron bolts, and almost five inches in diameter, iron balls then were placed into the magazines of the weapons.
Xiao Chen stared at the flags that were placed far away from the walls which helps in aiding them in knowing that the enemies were within range. He waited for the horde of goblins to cross the mark area first before giving the command to let loose.
Advertisement
Almost about one fourth of the enemy army finally crossed the markers that were placed.
"Make it rain!"
Xiao Chen shouted. Bolts and balls of iron whistled through the air, announcing their presence to the goblins. It was an outstanding sight to behold. Xiao Chen smiled as he watched the iron bolts skewer enemies through and the iron balls shattering the unfortunate ones in its path into a messy pile of flesh and blood.
"Show them the pits of Gehenna!"
Sakh'arran yelled as he watched the fallen goblins get decimated by the raining iron bolts and balls.
"Reload!!! Reload!!!"
Trot'thar shouted in excitement as he felt the thrill of killing enemies with such a weapon. It flushed his face red as he caressed the enormous weapon in front of him.
Trot'thar's partner loaded the iron balls and cranked the lever to cock the huge crossbow. Every time that Trot'thar fires an iron ball, his partner would crank the lever to cock it.
The fallen goblin swarm finally reached the bottom of the walls. They crowded together towards the open gateways, unaware of what was waiting for them.
"Here they come!"
"Ready!!! Aim... Fire!!!"
Maghazz shouted and a hailstorm of a foot long iron bolts and lead pellets peppered the fallen goblins below, injuring and outright killing the unfortunate ones.
"Leave some for us!!!"
Galum'nor yelled towards the orcs on the walls, who had the shotgun crossbows as their weapons. The goblins were being stopped by a wall of iron bolts and lead pellets which stormed them from their left and right.
The taurens, ogres and the Yohan First Battalion on the ground watch as corpses of the fallen goblins slowly piled up a few paces away from them. They just stared at their comrades, enjoying their time atop the walls, felling their foes easily with the new weapon introduced by the chieftain.
Advertisement
"Finally, some action!!!"
Galum'nor muttered as one fallen goblin finally got through the hailstorm of lead and iron unscathed. Raising his weapon, ready to strike down on the lone target that got through.
"Closer"
"Come closer"
"A little closer"
"More"
"Come on"
Galum'nor whispered as the fallen goblin hesitantly inched forward towards the spiked shield wall in front of him. It looks like he was deciding whether or not to charge forward. The iron spikes protruding from the shields in front of him were screaming danger in his mind, but a whisper from within its head told him to attack and charge forward and slay as much as it can.
"Kik...ki!!!"
The fallen goblin screamed its shrieking battle cry as it charged forward towards Galum'nor and the other orcs, who were waiting for any enemy that got through the rain of lead and iron.
"That's it... come on!"
Galum'nor grinned as the lone fallen goblin finally charged forward, his hand gripping his weapon trembled with excitement. The lone goblin was only a few feet away from his weapon's reach, but the fallen goblin's head just shattered into pieces.
"No!!!"
The muscle head howled as his excitement died down and it left his raised weapon hanging in the air without a target.
Blood, flesh and brain matter rained down in front of the disappointed Galum'nor as a lead pellet ricocheted off his iron shield. Raising his head towards the wall, Galum'nor finally saw the culprit. It was an orc warrior belonging to the Azure Dragon group.
The orc warrior who fired the shot met gaze with Galum'nor. He felt goosebumps as he saw the angry eyes of the huge orc through the holes on the helmet that he was wearing. The poor orc warrior forced a smile on his face, then ignored the huge orc staring daggers at him, hoping that the big orc would forget his deed of stealing a target from him.
The taurens remained composed in their formation, just chilling and watching as the fallen goblins get destroyed in front of them by the orcs atop the walls. They leaned on their halberds lazily as they spectate the massacre happening just paces away from them.
Advertisement
Between Mountains and Moons
Under the light of the three suns, the scorching sands of The Great Desert test any who are brave and or foolish enough to cross its vast and treacherous expanse. With each passing year, it becomes more and more of a necessity as The Great Desert is ever expanding. Omid knew this as he signed onto a caravan crossing. He knew of the dangers and ancient magics that this unrelenting land holds. He knew of ancient kingdoms long lost, buried by the sands. He knew of the strange in-human inhabitants, the true masters of The Great Desert seeking to expand their dominion and drive humanity to the edges of the world. When he is offered the chance to learn magic from a master, Omid agrees eagerly at the chance to discover such ancient arts, and to even dream of defending against a hostile world and all that would claim to rule it. But nothing in this formidable domain is ever easy, nor simple, nor as it seems. Be vigilant, act with cunning, and always remember to choose your words wisely. (Cover art by https://www.deviantart.com/dyrdottir)
8 116Best Offence
Septima Wickett found herself reborn in the Wizarding World! In California. In the 60's. Thirty years later she's spent much of her life having her own adventures and doing her damndest to avoid Magical Great Britain while spending a full life of being a witch and gathering her own allies, fighting her own enemies, and worst of all dealing with family and uppity assistants. However, when one of her enemies comes to call she finds only one place offering the safety she needs. "Fine, we'll go to goddamn Hogwarts. But I won't be happy about it!"
8 142The Mysteries of the Dungeon
In the many worlds that filled our universe, paralleling our own, Earth is amongst the rarest worlds that seem to have the most sort of 'interferences' from these other worlds. The most common forms of interference are through hero summoning, being isekai-ed otherwise known as otherworldly reincarnation. However, in some cases, the system that governs that particular world would indeed try to pick up individuals from our world to fulfil a purpose or goal in mind. The story then follows our main protagonist, Allen Walter as he curiously pressed upon a popup ad, he is then reborn as a newly formed sentient dungeon. Watch as he slowly tries to adapt to the new world, moving on from the lingering feelings of his past life, whilst dealing with the serious affairs and problems brung about dealing with the inhabitants of this so-called new world. ===Release Details=== Daily release - 1 chapters (12:00 am - 3:00 am or 6:00 pm - 9:00 pm) (GMT+1) Timezone Chapter Length: 2000-2500 words per chapter Pov: first-person perspective
8 84Rimward Bound
Every citizen of the sky-cities of His Majesty's Star-Empire knows that a ship, both sky- and star-, is more then just a few bits of metal. It is the grand sum of it's hull and the crew that sail it. 'Hulls of battle-steel and men to match!' That's what the Navy's recruitment poster's claim at least. Every sailor knows that there is one more component that the city-bound folk ignore at their own peril: the soul of the ship. That it takes both man and hull to make a true ship, and that neither alone serve well or for long. In 8225 Lord Jeffrye Saltonstall the Fourth, Political Lord of the Surveyor's Corps, demands semi-automated ships to 'reduce the loss of life among our brave crews', manages to convince the other politicians and bureaucrats to fund them, and gets the Office of Ship Construction to sign off on the ships as structurally sound. Dockyard workers shake their heads at the ships, muttering that they are cursed from birth, even as construction drags on. In 8230 the Explorer, first of her class, is launched. She sets out in 8233 to great fanfare on a trip expected to last six months. Neither she nor her twelve-person crew is ever heard from again. By 8235, the remaining seven Explorers are are commissioned. Lord Saltonstall managed to find crews for six of them but at the cost of mass resignations. The Night Horse, last of the Explorer class, sat in reserve as her sister-ships served well enough despite ill luck and misfortune. The Office of Ship Construction quietly issues notice that no more semi-automated ships are to be built and that all active Semi-automated ships are to be quietly retired and broken up for scrap over the next ten years. The Night Horse, sitting in reserve, is missed due to bureaucratic oversight. In 8250 Lord Ayland Wynstryngham the Eighth assumes the office of Political Lord of the Surveyor's Corps. His first act is to issue notice that no ship is to be without crew nor sit in dock or reserve for longer then required for maintenance and upkeep. The Night Horse, all but forgotten, is quietly brought back into active service. Recruiting a crew for her proves another matter entirely. What poor or desperate fool would willingly sign on to crew, much less command, a cursed ship and spend months or years in deep space? Well, you would, of course. Where else is a kid from the gutters going to find that kind of freedom in the service of His Majesty? A [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] 2021. Warnings: Second person is used in this work. Semi-Polished draft: Posted chapters are subject to revision as needed as things progress. Mild Profanity on occasion.
8 57Miss Perfect and Her Brothers (Part I&II)
Young, innocent and always well-organized Hailie Monet under sad circumstances finds out about the existence of her five older, disgustingly rich, possessive and spoiled brothers. When she's forced to live with them, she discovers that their life is full of dangerous secrets which they are going to do their best to hide, especially from their little sister.
8 172The Hunter's Alpha
Amber Lyndon's future seemed inescapable as a second class human citizen growing up among the hunters, at least until she is rescued from an attack and taken captive by a brooding alpha who is interested in getting answers from her, and a lot more.#1 in Werewolf (12/03/2021)#2 in Vampire (12/03/2021)Mature content including violence, adult themes and sexual content. Not intended for the 18- crowd.
8 195