Rise of the Horde

Chapter 127: Chapter 12

Tash’arr frowned after receiving a wordless reply. “Did he leave this world with honor?” he asked in an emotionless voice. Pelko didn’t know how to answer, for he wasn’t present when that joke of a Mazu’rotha took place. He was in the forest, on a patrol less their neighbors decides to come flooding inside their territory.

“He did! Chief Guk’arr never showed fear even when facing certain demise. His eyes were filled with bravery as Xok’nath’s axe descended on him. Even when he lost his arms, he fought on and unwilling to go down without a fight...” Ikrah butted in a narrated the events of what happened.

“He went through the proper rites, right?” Tash’arr asked again in a voice that is void of any emotions.

“I don’t know! After the fight, we never saw the old chieftain’s body ever again. Xok’nath and his allies claimed that they gave him the proper rites, but we never trusted his words which is why many tried exploring the surroundings of the tribe but only found a few body parts, the arms, left leg, ears and eyes of the old chief were the only ones we recovered...” Ikrah’s words was cut short when Tash’arr started vomiting blood and clutching his chest right where his heart was at.

“High shaman, what’s wrong?” Pelko was alarmed, as they were worried about the well-being of their strongest shaman. “No need. My time is near. That bastard planted poison in me, but I took away one of his arms. Now, let me be. But before I’ll go, I need to collect something first.” he muttered as the ground started trembling and cracks began to form up.

“Don’t! You can still get through this!” Hekoth shouted towards his fellow shaman as they had means to slow down the poison that was inflicted by Marduk. “Yes, didn’t you say that we will not rest till you turn that damn bastard to ashes by your own hands?” Gunn joined in, but the shaking of the ground continued and became more intense.

“I apologize to you my friends, let this old bones of mine be selfish just this once.” Tash’arr answered, as rocks and soil started to cover him from head to toe. He created a golem like body with him at the center. Intense heat followed up, which forced the Skalsser orcs to back away, even the shamans had to move away.

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“Spirits of the Earth and Flames, grant me your powers for the last time. Fight with me for the last time and send me away with a bang.” Tash’arr beseeched the spirits as his golem like body moved with his thoughts. Summoning the power to build such an enormous body was easy for him, but being granted the ability to move it is an entirely different matter.

Lines started emerging as the flames from the ground climbed up from the legs of his stone and soil giant body before spreading outwards to all his limbs.

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“Is that a fire golem?” the rider on Dug’mhar’s left side asked as they spotted an over twenty feet giant made of ground, rocks, and magma just standing there on the horizon. “Fire golem? There is no river or lake of fire around, what is a fire golem doing here.” Dug’mhar muttered as he stared at where the rider was pointing at and there he saw it, a fire golem.

“Weapons at the ready! We are in for an exciting fight!” Dug’mhar shouted, as he prepared his crossbow and brought it to his front. Fighting a fire golem, he never had tried it before but they are rumored to be hard opponents to bring down and, as an orc, they love nothing but a good challenge to test their mettle against.

The tremors from Tash’arr summoning his golem body stopped, but the ground started to tremble once again as the mighty Rhakaddons charge forward towards where the fire golem was at.

“Watcher of the skies, bringer of rain and sudden light, I call upon you, spirit that rules the skies, bring forth your wrath and smite my foes.” Gunn started calling upon the spirits of the sky as dark clouds emerged out of nowhere and hid the twinkling gems of the dark sky behind them.

Thunder roared as lightning flashed. A sudden flash snakes through downwards towards the Rhakaddon Cavalry as they charged forward. “Dispersed! Scatter around!” Dug’mhar quickly shouted as he noticed the snaking light headed towards them.

“Bang!”

Rocks, soil, and dirt were thrown in the air as the lightning crashed down, narrowly avoiding one of the riders, who started shaking in fear. Even his steed started to panic and tried to flee away, but with him repeatedly tugging on its reins, he managed to take control.

“Shoot! Storm them!” Dug’mhar shouted as they rode around the orcs and the fire golem and shot their crossbows at them. A rain of iron bolts sailed through the air and screamed death, waiting to claim the life of their victims, but they were snuffed out of existence. The idle fire golem took a step forward and received all the iron bolts that they fired. The heat from the magma in its body absorbed the iron bolts and melted them while incorporating the metal onto its body.

“Don’t annoy me or you shall experience my wrath. My beef is not with you, so begone from my sights before I decide otherwise.” Tash’arr said with a grumbly voice as he threaded forward and making the ground quake in every step that he took. Huge footprints of melted ground were left behind in his trails as he moved forward to shoo away the riding orcs.

“Hekoth, locate that disgrace of an orc for me. This can no longer be reversed, allow my last wishes to be fulfilled.” he turned towards the youngest of them.

Hekoth noticed the bright green veins that started glimmering on Tash’arr’s chest, the warlock’s poison was rampaging already and by the looks of it, it wasn’t just a normal poison but a curse, the Curse of Frenzy which would slowly consume the one inflicted with so much blood-thirst that it will drive him mad. Anyone inflicted with this curse would then go on a path of slaughter with no turning back and it has no cure except for slaying the one who cast it.