Chapter 18 The Shadow War part 5
Aldion of the bloodline Duathathor sat on his throne as he listened in boredom while his right hand Mortem reports all of what's going on in his Kingdom. The throne is large enough for his massive masculine body that was forged from continues training and discipline in the art of combat. He lounge on his seat with his right leg on the armrest while leaning on his elbow on top of the other end of the chair, his hand rubbing his squared chin. The long sharp blue pointed horn protruding from his forehead distinguishes his family as the direct descendant of the greatest general of the Horde during the days of the Demon Lord Gol'Koxzurc. Their family took over the leadership after the Age of Legends and they have been trying to avenge and continue their Lord's plan ever since.
"The Orc incursion is doing great, so far we have captured more than a thousand new slaves. The ore supplies coming from our western territories is growing, soon we will be able to begin our campaign. The Giants have not -"
Aldion stopped listening, this is his daily routine for an eternity he can remember. Reports on supplies, wealth, reinforcement, and campaigns to the Galan Wall. He's tired of this endless dance. They push for the wall then they get routed back by a coalition of the strongest magic users and warriors of the alliance. it's an infinite cycle of battle that's not getting anywhere. At least they are getting more slaves. He would have to stop this pattern of advancing and retreating. He have to be involved and lead the campaign himself. But doing so will gather the alliance into one solid banner against him and he needed something, someone or a plan to defeat them. The Kingdom of Rosun must fall, it is the key to defeat the alliance. The Demon Lord died attacking that place, and he meant to crush it.
Ortan the elven slayer watch as the elf clad in a strange armour walk confidently through the northern forest. His orc pack has been following him for hours now watching and waiting for his signal. This elf is either a formidable warrior or a fool to enter the woods alone. He decided to ere on the side of caution, and allowed the elf to wade in through the forest deep enough to prevent him from escaping or for any elven reinforcement to come and help him. He smiled to himself, it will be fun to break this elf. Great warrior or not he will be over run by his pack which is one of the strongest and fiercest orcs in their campaign. The elf doesn't know that he is now surrounded by his pack, it is time now to test the elf's mettle. He whistled a sign for five orcs to show themselves and attack and watch in anticipation. It happened so fast, five orcs suddenly charged the elf. To his surprise the elf calmly faced them and met their steel with his sword and shield. He watched his orcs went down like they were no match at all. He whistled again and ten orcs charged from their hiding and battled the elf all at once. He watched them die one by one to his astonishment. This is a disgrace to his pack that he will not allow to continue, so he came out from hiding and ordered all his pack to attack.
He will break all the bones of this elf and he will make him suffer. Fifty orcs charged the elf in every direction and the bloodbath begun. The elf flow into a dance of shield and sword. He blocked, pivoted, slashed, parried and hacked. He saw his orcs started dying through the carnage to his horror and anger. He reached the elf within his two handed sword range and raised his weapon to bring it down to the elf with all his might but his breath was taken out of him as the elf suddenly rammed him with his shield and he flew back and crashed into a tree trunk.
It seems a long time before he was able to catch his breath again. He stood up while trying to shake off his grogginess and saw that he is the only one left standing. He saw the elf walking calmly towards him. Then in a blink of an eye the forest is gone and he is now in front of a huge grand throne room. He looked around him sword still in his hand and saw several orcs floating in the air paralyzed with their eyes wide as if screaming inwardly. He recognised some of them. Then his knees buckled as he saw the throne made by a huge gaping mouth of a dragon, he didn't notice that his sword fell from his grip as he saw the bones and skulls underneath the throne. He knew that death has come for him as he saw the hooded figure sitting on the throne with his flaming eyes.
"I am the Dark Lord" the figure pronounced, then all the floating orcs screamed in agony as they slowly disintegrated.
He realised that he was backing and trying to crawl away while facing the figure. He felt that all the blood in his body has been drained out of terror. He has never been afraid in his life.
"Where are the prisoners captured from the Galan Wall?"
Before he can answer, he was violently plucked from the ground and floated in the air with his arms and legs spread tightly in opposite direction. Then he started to howl in agony as pain struck him, burning him, searing through every vain in his body.
After an eternity the pain subsided.
"Where are the prisoners captured from the Galan Wall?" The Dark Lord asked again.
He immediately cried out the location of the captives in anguish.
Then he howled again in pain and agony as the shadows slowly ate his body.
Ella and all the freed slaves watched from the shadows as the Orc screamed and slowly disintegrated.
She was elated and at the same time terrified by the power of the Dark MagalaN. Her hope has risen knowing they now have a champion who will help them free all the slaves in the Dark Realm. But she is also worried because she now knew the identity of the girl who frequently visited him.
If the Alliance learned about this, they will surely unite and will try to bring him down. She has come to realize that they will need him. Yes there will be battles and wars to come. But there is something that the High Court of the Fae remembers that this world has forgotten. There are always five MagalaN to rule and protect this land. Now that a MagalaN is walking in the Ancient Realm again. It means four more is arriving or already here. Once all five declared their presence, then the Ancient war will begin.