They arrived back at the camp eventually. Many faces were tired and saddened. They had actually taken heavy loses in the charge. 3,000 had perished that day. Fallion approached his platoon, knowing two less faces would be there. No one said anything, they just stared off into nothingness. While Drusis and Condek were only really close with each other, everyone had lost comrades nevertheless. No tears were shed however, it’d tarnish there memory if those that lived cried tears for them. Everyone knew they had the chance of dying. They just hoped they’d live to see the end of the war.

Eventually over the morbid sadness, people crept into their tents, hoping to find comfort in dreams, since for the day they were safe from harm. Lt. General Ruckgevir however wasn’t one of those warriors. He instead was determined to end it the following day with no more than 500 more dead. It would take a lot of ingenuity to pull such a feat off, and the remaining two Liberdals, one had perished in the charge, began developing strategies to use. They weren’t going to allow a defeat, not after all they’ve done.

Far into the forest sat the enemy encampment. There sat two figures talking and arguing. One was the leader of the Beast-men, Freqs Juroi Gurvnr and the other was the orcish leader Loslov Goro Bragslkand. Both ranks, Freqs and Loslov were the equivalent of General.

“Damn thossse pesssky dwarvesss.” Juroi was a female cobra beast-men. Her scales shined red in anger from their heavy losses over the fights

“Hrmph, it was your idea to attack Poius first, I had suggested we attack smaller villages leading away from the city, before turning back and leading an assault on the town. You said it would take too much time, but look what was happened Juroi! Because of your damnable impatience I’ve lost too many brood brothers and sisters in this fight! Even if we win we have no choice but wait for reinforcements! When and if we return, I’m reporting your failures to the high council!” A blood vessel popped in Goros neck, the cobra woman always pissed him off with that ever irritating habit of drawing out her words. He imagined wringing her neck and snapping it, watching the life drain out of her corpse and then burn ing her body in offering to god.

“You sssseem to forget Goro, we are bottthhh held accountable for the resultsss here.” A dark, fanged smile filled her vile face. Truth was spoken, but Goro didn’t care as long as this she-demon was out of commission “Besides, we won’t need reinforcements. We already have a way to win both fightssss.” A chilled laughter came from her. She stood up and motioned him to follow, Goro did, not out of any trust, which he held none towards her, but he knew tales of her cunning and genius inventions. They arrived outside of the forest, and 20 wheeled structures sat before him

“What are these?” Juroi laughed, gladly answering his question

“If...if that’s true, then no army can stand in our might...”

“Now you begin to underssstand Goro.”

“Are the preparations for these new machines of yours made?”

“But of courssse. I alwaysss make sure I am ready for annnnything.”

Goro laughed heartily, he thought to himself ‘it is time for your rude awakening you damn dwarves. A new age of fighting has dawned.’ He walked back to the camp for a nap, he would enjoy the screams tomorrow.

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Short on purpose, meant to be a quick cliff hanger. Hope you enjoyed. Always leave any criticism you have, I greatly appreciate it. This also will probably be today’s final update. Next chapter with be either tomorrow or very late tonight.