After their arrival to the Fortress of Vir, the Ereians were led to their quarters, where they will be temporarily settled to. The buildings nearest to the outside walls were all occupied by the Ereians, as the buildings near the inner walls were now occupied by the Skalsser Tribe.

Xiao Chen looked left and right before proceeding to go down the walls after ensuring that Aro'shanna was no longer around and behind him was Gur'kan who was also busy looking around for any signs of the female orc that just thrashed him many times. "Let's go, quick." Xiao Chen muttered as the two of them made a beeline towards the command center.

Waiting for them inside were Sakh'arran, Adhalia, Draegh'ana and Trot'thar, who all shifted their gazes at them upon their entrance to the hall. "Oh... Chief... We have returned..." Sakh'arran saluted, to which his other companions also did the same. Xiao Chen just nodded his head in acknowledgement, then moved forward towards the vast table.

Trot'thar caught sight of the sorry look of Gur'kan and he can't help himself but chuckle. As the phrase says "Another orc's suffering is another orc's happiness." Which applies to both of them who are War Chiefs of the First Horde.

"I guess your mission went well." Xiao Chen muttered as he turned his attention to Adhalia, who was beaming with pride and confidence. "Good work." he continued, then shifted his attention to Sakh'arran.

"The Skalsser orcs are ready for battle but they will only be our reserves since they still lack lengthy and proper training. And... the Verakhs have spotted an army of Ereians to the south. They are heading northeast and seemed to be following the traces left behind by our friends." he continued as he glanced towards Adhalia.

"Are they like the ones that we convinced to join us?" Sakh'arran questioned. Xiao Chen shook his head in response and marked a place on the map which was inside the endless sands. "Sadly, they aren't. According to the observations of the Verakhs that are stalking them. They are a proper army numbering over fifteen thousand soldiers, excluding their baggage train. The composition of their army is somewhat desirable as they have archers, cavalry, heavy and light infantry." Xiao Chen informed them.

"When are we gonna do battle with them, chief?" Gur'kan sounded excited as he wanted to get away as far as possible from Aro'shanna who would surely torture him again and again if they remained inside the fortress without anything else to do but train and spar with each other.

"The Yohan First Horde, Ikarush, is always ready, chief. We would just need a few hours of rest and we will be ready to out once again. What is your decision, chief?" Sakh'arran questioned after making his stance clear. He sounded excited, as this will be the official battle of the First Horde that will involve all of its members.

"They are still far off inside the endless sands. Let them tire themselves out for a little longer. And we won't do battle with them too quickly. I have something in mind." Xiao Chen grinned mischievously as he had other plans to deal with the Ereian Army that are coming to the north.

*****

"Are we there yet!?"" Baron Masud shouted towards the one driving the carriage. He was lying on the bed inside his enormous carriage, which he had his soldiers fetch for him from his barony. The carriage was carefully designed with many luxurious ornaments adorning the sides of it, it was eight meters long and over three meters wide, with an eight set of wheels on each of its sides and being pulled my sixteen stallions that he was so proud of.

"No, my Lord... We are still far from the land of the orcs." the man driving the carriage respectfully answered, but if Lord Masud could just see his face, he would surely have him decapitated. "Bast*ard... I hope that the orcs will tear you apart...limb from limb..." he mumbled to himself while readjusting his torn cloak that shielded him from the forces of nature. If you looked closer, you could find whip marks all over his back and are still fresh as they haven't scab yet.

Inside the carriage, Lord Masud was enjoying all the luxury that were available to him. He was the using the thighs of a woman as a pillow as he comfortably watched the girls who were dancing while wearing almost little to no clothes. All their assets were out for the Lord to enjoy as he swallowed the wine that was fed to him by the woman whose thighs were his pillows.

"When we will arrive at the land of the orcs, I will capture one of their females for you to tame. Be sure to tame her well and train her the ways of pleasuring men just like how you did with them." Lord Masud muttered as he shifted his gaze from the woman to those who were swaying their hips sexily in front of him. Most of them are young girls who still haven't reached the age of maturity, but here they are, serving the Lord in his fantasy.

"Have I ever failed you, my Lord." the woman smiled at the Baron with a flirty smile then reached inside his clothes to caress his chest. "Rest assured my Lord, I will train her well and teach her all that I can so that she will be able to satisfy you." she continued as she moved her soft hands around the chest of the Baron.

"I believe in your capabilities, Evelyn. You have never failed me, not even once." the Baron smiled back then rose up and leaned closer to Evelyn's face as he aimed for her lips.

"Mhmmm..." a soft moan escaped from the lips of Evelyn as Lord Masud kissed her, rather passionately. The hands of the Baron moved up and slowly crawled towards the breasts of Evelyn and fondled them a bit. He wasn't satisfied with just that as he untied the lace that held the dress of Evelyn and had her clothes dropped down to her waist. Her breasts were displayed in all their glory in front of him. Lord Masud eyed those towering peaks that stood proudly, and it didn't take long for him to put one of them inside his mouth as he sucked on it like a baby trying to draw out milk.

"Mhmmm... Oh... Lord Masud... Mhmmm..." was all that Evelyn could mutter as the Baron had one of her breasts inside his mouth and busy sucking on her nipple while the other mountain of hers was being fondled by the hand of Lord Masud.