The ogre fort was not as nice and tranquil like the elven fort, the walls were fortified with spikes and painted red, the housing was not as refined either but built focusing more on functionality than appearance the theme of the fort screamed savage no matter how one looked at it. It was inside the biggest building there several mighty statured beings were seated there all with fiery blood red eyes and equally red hair which was the most distinct feature of the ogres. The room was dark with no windows, the only light came from the gargantuan flame lit in the middle of the room.
"So my lady, when are we going to finally attack that puny elven fort, the limbs and muscles of this old ogre do ache for battle."
Speaking with a loud voice similar to the one of someone speaking inside a barrel was a dark skinned ogre with bulging muscles and a face that looked angry even on his best day. A scar ran across one of his eyes and on his hand was a broad sword of about one and a half metres in length and seven inches broad, truly a heavy piece of metal. This was the ogre Garuga, a harbinger of destruction and a berserker who in the past wars got himself the nickname of demon eater and it was this sword of his that earned him that title, this crudely made piece of iron held a very ominous and evil power, its cut not only injured the foe but it reached deep down to the foe's very soul and in return granting the wielder strength. Rumours had it that as a spirit weapon it could would corrupt the mind of its wielder driving him mad with unquenchable bloodlust.
"I understand your point Lord Garuga but patience pays."
A young ogre the one who seemed the most out of place because of her petite body and her refined and elegant airs as a young girl with a respectful temperament. This was the red ogre clan chieftain's daughter Haruka.
"With all respect my lady, it is not the ogre way to wait and tire the person but to charge straight and strike the enemy with a full frontal assault."
A war maniac to the very core Garuga still argued his case, for him he had already compromised enough, the four weeks of waiting without no attack was really stretching it too far. What he preferred was charging straight at the enemy and slaughtering them with brute force, nothing made him feel more alive than the blood of his enemy dripping on his blade and the look on their faces as their eyes lost their eyes and passed on to the other side.
"I know but let us wait until we get more information, something is not right I can feel it."
Spoken by someone else ignoring this was easy but when spoken by Haruka ignoring this could prove dire, she held the greatest intuition than any other being known to them and whenever she expressed wary it was wise to pay heed, what she dreamt and felt had a tendency to come true. This time her intuition was telling her that whatever they did they were not supposed to wake what was slumbering in the elven village. She remembered those dreadful eyes, void of mercy just exuding malice and death. However contrasting with this princess was_____
"Sister, you have been saying that since your dream about the blue dragon and we have waited and what happened to my sister of a decade ago revered by many gallant and ruthless. Tell me what happened to the one I cradled when she was young, clever and swift, the one whose her I combed with my very own hands, tenacious and ruthless. I am with Lord Garuga here, let us attack and if we meet a dangerous foe we face it and show it the unyielding spirit of the Red Ogres."
Harutora, the older brother, he was a demagogue and he could rouse the spirit of his peers and followers not to mention though not as accomplished as Garuga in terms of war, he was also a renowned warrior who despite being young roughly four decades old was already one of the most revered warriors of the clan.
"Brother, it is not wise_____"
Haruka's attempt to oppose was drowned by the full agreement of Garuga.
"The Lord Harut