"My faithful generals, my faithful army! Our time has finally come. The time to conquer the capital of the elven kingdom, Elvandar, has come! The elves have hunted us, killed us, destroyed us! This has gone on too long, the elves who have trampled on our lands must now pay the price for their arrogance! What do you say?" shouted the Elder, the goblin commander of the great monster army, who was looking at the tens of thousands of monsters that covered the once green plain.
The leader of the ogre clan growled, "Gronk! We have waited too long for this moment! The elves must pay for their arrogance towards our race! Gronk, Gronk!"
A massive troll nodded, "Grawwwl! We will burn their capital and take their treasures and women for ourselves! Grawwwl! We will make them taste utter despair!"
A group of grumpy goblins raised war cries as they brandished their rusty weapons. "Eek eek eek! Death to the elves!" they shouted at the top of their lungs, followed by the whole army.
"Death to the elves!"
"Death to the elves!
Elder, the goblin commander of the great army smiled, pleased with the reaction of his troops. "We will show the elves what it costs to attack our people," he said, raising his flaming sword to the sky, already soaked in the blood of the elves who once lived in the elven tribes that lay in his path.
The generals of the various clans of monsters gathered in the cluster of troops shouted war cries in response to his speech. The trolls swung their clubs, the orcs drew their axes and the goblins cracked their whips, determined to achieve their goal and take revenge even if they all had to die to do so.
"Let's go, next destination, the capital of the elves, Elfheim!" announced Elder, followed by his troops who marched towards the capital of the elves that could be seen with the naked eye a few miles away.
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Once upon a time, in a goblin tribe in the middle of a forest, there lived a little goblin who, from a very young age, acquired an intelligence that was out of the ordinary among his peers.
Thanks to his unique intelligence within his tribe, he was able to rise quickly in the hierarchy of the tribe as the most intelligent goblin, more intelligent than the oldest goblin of his tribe.
The little goblin was named 'Elder', but the prosperity of his people was short-lived. On a normal day in the tribe, the elves came out of nowhere, hunting and killing all the monsters that saw in their visions, not wanting to argue, they had a painted cold blood on their faces, inexpressive. Luckily, the tribesmen, seeing their impending extermination, sent 'Elder', the most intelligent goblin, fleeing, hoping that they could avoid total extermination. Elder, fleeing into the forest away from the fires that were burning his home village, decided to swear revenge on the elves.
Elder was one of thousands of monsters who survived the total purge of the elves, his pain and anger were unbearable. To avenge his tribe, Elder travelled and gathered a rather large army of monsters, including trolls, orcs, and other goblins from different tribes who all suffered the same fate as he did. They started to attack and plunder the small elven villages around the Elfheim kingdom.
However, Elder knew that if he wanted to accomplish his revenge, he had to attack the source of his pain: Elvandar, the elven capital. He knew that this task would be difficult and that he could not defeat the elves alone with his army if he had to fight them head on. But one day, some elves came to him to propose a deal, showing themselves to be part of the tribes that did not agree with Elfheim's policy. In exchange for weapons and information about Elfheim, he proposed to attack the elf capital. Elder understood immediately that he was only a pawn in the plans of these wild elves, but the only objective he had in mind was to destroy Elvandar, so he decided to take his revenge, no matter what the cost, by accepting the agreement.
Elder began his campaign of revenge, knowing that the battle would be difficult. He was ready to become the bloodiest monster in history to avenge his tribe and the many monster tribes that followed him and make the elves pay for their ruthless act. Elder quickly gained the trust of his monster allies and succeeded in uniting them under one banner of different tribes. His small army, which consisted of only a dozen monsters, grew to a hundred, a thousand and even tens of thousands of monsters, forming a large army, covering the once green plain.
The little goblin, wrapped in his black armour, gave a fiery speech to his generals and his army, declaring that the time to conquer the elven capital had come. The monsters shouted their support and determination to follow Elder in this life and death quest for revenge.
However, even with a great army at his side, Elder knew that the battle for Elvandar would be difficult and risky. The elves were powerful, organised and sophisticated enemies, and he knew that his small army of mossmen could not compete with their technology and magic. But Elder was not willing to back down, even in the face of these seemingly insurmountable obstacles.
Elder's determination to achieve his revenge was unmatched. He was willing to sacrifice everything to achieve his goal, even his own life. Elder had proven his worth by gathering a large army of monsters and leading attacks against the elves. Now he was ready to lead this army in the final battle for Elvandar, knowing that victory would not be easy, but that revenge would be sweet.
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The elven queen, Eryndor, was calmly looking out over the capital city wall, a monster army a few miles away marching towards her. She had received reports from her scouts of a large monster army approaching the capital, Elvandar. She had gathered her forces to prepare for the invasion, but she feared that it would not be enough against such a large attack since the creation of Elfheim, taking into account that some of the elves had betrayed Elfheim, the number of elves able to defend the kingdom had drastically dropped although still numerous, she did not know if it was enough.
As she scanned the horizon, she saw the figure of the leader of the monster army, Elder. He was easily recognizable with his small size among the large creatures that accompanied him. She remembered the day the elves had driven the monsters out of the kingdom and knew that must have been the cause of this attack. Elder was undoubtedly a victim of the 'Monster Annihilation' law in Elfheim.
But she couldn't let her feelings distract her from her responsibility to her people, she couldn't turn back.
Eryndor focused on the current situation and carefully watched the movements of the slowly approaching monster army. They seemed well organised, which was worrying. She wondered if they had made an alliance with another tribe to achieve this level of coordination.
The queen knew she had to stay calm and think about her next move. She had prepared a defence, but she had to be ready to adapt to any situation. She ordered her troops to be ready and to watch the movements of the monster army.
Eryndor had a moral dilemma. She knew that the elves had hunted the monsters to protect their people, but she wondered if it had been done too violently. She couldn't let that affect her decision to protect her kingdom, but she still felt sadness and guilt for the past actions of her people.
As she continued to watch, the queen felt a mixture of anger and determination rise within her. She knew it was too late, the damage was done and the monster army too was not going to stop until one side was destroyed.
Elder and his monster army posed a real threat and she had to do everything in her power to stop them from taking more victims.
Eryndor took a deep breath and turned to join her troops. She was ready to face the threat before her.
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Elder and his army stood a few miles from the elven capital, Elfheim. The little goblin was amazed at the immensity of the city and the grandeur of its walls. But he knew that it was now or never, he had to take this city if he wanted to accomplish his revenge. He gathered his generals to discuss their plan of attack.
"My loyal generals, we have worked hard to get here. We are now only a few miles from our goal. We have gained valuable information from our wild elf allies who have weakened the city's defences for us. But we also have secret access inside the walls, and that is where we must strike," Elder explained to his generals.
"How are we going to get inside the walls? The elves are very vigilant, they won't let an army of monsters through so easily," asked one of the generals.
"We have a group of elves from the wild tribes who will help us. They have promised to help us get into the city. But it won't be easy, we must be prepared for any resistance we encounter," replied Elder.
"We are ready for anything, Commander," the generals replied.
Elder gave them his final instructions before launching the attack.
"Attack!" Elder shouted to his army as they ran towards Elvandar.
"Eek eek eek!!"
"Gronk! Gronk!"
"Grawwwl! Grawwwl!
As the army split into several groups and marched towards the city, they snuck in silently. Some crept silently through the woods and finally arrived at the place where the banished elves were waiting for them.
The elves guided them through the secret passages of the city. They managed to avoid the elven guards and began to wreak havoc.