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"Merin bless you, my brother, we have just become allies." | "Merin bless you, my brother, we have just become allies." | ||
Yet the orc's face closed up. He hurled his blade at the Akkylannian and chopped off his head, which rolled through the snow to a small mound nearby. The magistrate's lifeless body remained standing for a few seconds stolen from time, his hand held open in a friendly way, and then collapsed like a piece of cloth. Misan moved back, horrified, while trying to remember the words of an ancient miracle to ward off this dreadful fate. A protective halo of the eternal light covered him like every time, like an old friend who comes to tell him that he has nothing to worry about and that everything will be alright. The orc is pushed back by strands of light, struck by | Yet the orc's face closed up. He hurled his blade at the Akkylannian and chopped off his head, which rolled through the snow to a small mound nearby. The magistrate's lifeless body remained standing for a few seconds stolen from time, his hand held open in a friendly way, and then collapsed like a piece of cloth. Misan moved back, horrified, while trying to remember the words of an ancient miracle to ward off this dreadful fate. A protective halo of the eternal light covered him like every time, like an old friend who comes to tell him that he has nothing to worry about and that everything will be alright. The orc is pushed back by strands of light, struck by Arïn's wrath. | ||
Around him the battle was turning into a hecatomb. Stones were indistinctly crashing down on ghouls and Barhans, the thallions were busy fighting the orcish scouts, the swordsmen were being beaten by the specters, and the servants were in rout... It was every man for himself and Light was soon going to be defeated. Misan looked at the scene, his miracle still protecting him. He remembered the end of the prophecy's text: "Thus shall be their fate, sealed without witness." | Around him the battle was turning into a hecatomb. Stones were indistinctly crashing down on ghouls and Barhans, the thallions were busy fighting the orcish scouts, the swordsmen were being beaten by the specters, and the servants were in rout... It was every man for himself and Light was soon going to be defeated. Misan looked at the scene, his miracle still protecting him. He remembered the end of the prophecy's text: "Thus shall be their fate, sealed without witness." | ||
"O | "O Arïn... We are all going to die." | ||
Chagall let out a cry of joy when he finished off the last guard of Kaïber. The ghouls were belching behind him. Not a single loss. The Dog of Darkness rushed toward the thallions and orcs, followed by his ghouls, to take on both troops at the same time. That would occupy them while the zombies began the assault on the fort and then eat the corpses. | Chagall let out a cry of joy when he finished off the last guard of Kaïber. The ghouls were belching behind him. Not a single loss. The Dog of Darkness rushed toward the thallions and orcs, followed by his ghouls, to take on both troops at the same time. That would occupy them while the zombies began the assault on the fort and then eat the corpses. | ||
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Yet Vijkhal didn’t have time to worry about the thallions’ fate. In the fort, Kolghor was still fighting against the champion of the ghouls and the putrefied warriors. | Yet Vijkhal didn’t have time to worry about the thallions’ fate. In the fort, Kolghor was still fighting against the champion of the ghouls and the putrefied warriors. | ||
The warrior of the wind suddenly appeared behind the zombies. Vijkhal crashed through the door with the noise of shattering wood. He saw the Dog of Darkness bent over Kolghor’s body and about to finish him off. The orcish chief screamed while charging and knocked down two undead warriors standing in his way. Ignoring pain, he continued running, his bearskin coat flowing on his muscular shoulders, his weapon held high above his head like a humongous club. No one could have parried his blow, not even the Dog of Darkness, who was thrown back three meters, his arm dislocated. With a flip he was back on his feet, his reddened claw held in his able hand. The orc’s nostrils were smoking. Chagall tried to run around his target and confuse him, yet the orc knew and surprised the Acheronian in the middle of his maneuvers. | The warrior of the wind suddenly appeared behind the zombies. Vijkhal crashed through the door with the noise of shattering wood. He saw the Dog of Darkness bent over Kolghor’s body and about to finish him off. The orcish chief screamed while charging and knocked down two undead warriors standing in his way. Ignoring pain, he continued running, his bearskin coat flowing on his muscular shoulders, his weapon held high above his head like a humongous club. No one could have parried his blow, not even the Dog of Darkness, who was thrown back three meters, his arm dislocated. With a flip he was back on his feet, his reddened claw held in his able hand. The orc’s nostrils were smoking. Chagall tried to run around his target and confuse him, yet the orc knew and surprised the Acheronian in the middle of his maneuvers. Bitten by Vijkhal’s steel in a circular movement, the Dog of Darkness spun around and disengaged from the fight. The orc tried to pursue him, yet the thallion’s blows had weakened him and he watched the ghoul slowly escape him to return to the shadows. | ||
Tumahk gazed at the carnage, following Chagalls’ figure as he disappeared into the trees. He | Tumahk gazed at the carnage, following Chagalls’ figure as he disappeared into the trees. He sighed, grabbed a handful of snow and let it melt in the palm of his hand. Victory was theirs, yet Nelrid-Thôl was lost, exposed. Other enemies would come, more numerous and stronger. One day they would reach the Tree. | ||
A miracle was needed, thought Tumahk. The course of this dream had to be changed. The shaman looked at Kolghor deep into his eyes. Would he be able to carry the Tree’s only seed to new lands? He would have to. | A miracle was needed, thought Tumahk. The course of this dream had to be changed. The shaman looked at Kolghor deep into his eyes. Would he be able to carry the Tree’s only seed to new lands? He would have to. | ||