The orc's rushed across the mountain, "Trample all! Trample all!" Growling as they killed everyone in their way.
The villages were evacuated, and the people ran away without second thoughts. There was no negotiating with the orcs, and only death awaited those who were brave enough to fight.
As the ground shook and soaked with blood, the orcs stopped, glaring at the sky in terror, "Look!" One of them shouted, his eyes opening wide.
A whole flock of dragons emerged from the far mountains, flying across the sky like migrating birds.
"What are they doing here?" the orc leader growled, "Retreat to the caves and let them pass," He shouted, and the army retreated.
When the dragons arrived, they landed beside the villages instead of flying away. The people living there gave up running, and everyone made peace with their death until one of the dragons opened his mouth.
"Under Tiamat's order," The old dragon growled, coughing.
