The destruction unfolds without further ado, it has no harmony, there are no orders that are worth anything, nor logic or common sense, they are stupid mercenaries who want to kill, they did not ask themselves why or why they were paid to invade a forest that nobody cared about before, they would receive money for objects that the night elves kept, for the ears of their enemies, for the heads of their leaders, and I made sure that this was not easy!
I can see the panorama from all sides, inside the forest the huge mushroom stalks hide enemies and allies, the reports they read or shout in a hurry give me strength to keep hammering in the forge, the shields are coming out little by little, the armor with rivets and their helmets are made imitating my techniques, They are not even close to what I can do with a bit of iron, but at least they are not only protected with magic resistance, there is a +5 defense against physical damage, but I can hear the screams of agony of the dead, of those wounded with the belly opened by a sword or with limbs cut off by axes, But more than that, I hear the screams and curses of those who entered unknown territory, full of ambition for the prize, not distinguishing between the various creatures that sought refuge here, not only because it was a forest where, as a manticore, it would not be attacked, but because there was magic there, magic that they had not felt in the plains, For creatures limited to their physical strength, to be able to use magical fire, petrifying wounds, poisons, not to mention camouflage, it was understandable that they would try to defend this bastion, and they did defend it, I am sure of it, this is a dream.
My body tenses as I admit the fact, I know what is coming next, I don't want it to happen but there is little I can do, suddenly I felt a terrible amount of magic released, then something unpleasant, sick, something had happened, the Dark Lord didn't want us to accompany him, we couldn't go if we expected to find people alive when we returned, Lilith was in charge of whipping the enemies into desertion, if necessary she could kill many, but she prefers them not to fight, I prepared and repaired the armors as soon as they were brought to me, but Lilith's scream, her magic field expanding so quickly, blocking the way for all those who did not have skills above +10 magic resistance, seeing how many of the enemies were thrown out of the forest, something similar to a feeling of admiration for the enormous power the succubus queen had, but I did not have time to celebrate, if the previous dreams were correct, now it begins.
It's a fire, it burns from the belly, the wailing, he accuses me of killing people, of killing his children, I scream at him, I tell him that they were evil fugitives in the guise of the sacred, that they killed and harmed everything that nature had given life, not to mention the creatures the elves had created, While this is happening he shouts that I am being punished for denying it, at that moment I see everyone, the dead, the living, take a breath, I run to look for the Dark Lord and a human crosses my path, a very slow sword, without thinking, without seeing it well, I throw a hammer to the solar plexus, not very strong, I don't want to kill him if possible, I don't want to kill it if possible, maybe it's a novice, I don't know how, but the hammer breaks its ribs, I can hear it with terrible clarity, it's louder than the screams of an offended god, than the beating of my heart, then in the middle of this silence a groan, guttural, the creature hadn't even fallen, it lifts its sword and I see it doesn't have the other arm, An arrow in the neck is something that dwarves do not appreciate in a human who is 50 centimeters taller than them, I cover myself with the shield, the sword bounces without problems, but I felt the blow very heavy, more than the one that could have been given at that speed, but it is not the only one, the screams have gone from attack to terror.
From then on I don't remember much, nothing of the organizations, the defenses, the evacuation of the troops, the hundreds of fallen warriors, the countless corpses that rose from their graves, not only of this battle initiated by greed, but of centuries of dead species, of elves that were destroyed by their fellows, of species that no longer existed on our continent, if not for the shields of the fortress and the fact that many of the elves began to climb trees, only I would have survived, Though in this dream the god Phaladine is careful to make me wish I hadn't, he shows me all the skeletal claws coming out of the ground, all the men and women being attacked by their dead comrades, me running like crazy, not looking to see if I can help anyone or anything, I'm just a little black glowing lump, he doesn't show me my battles, I'm sure he wants me to feel bad, so all the blood, all the agony is shown to me, it's so much suffering that I want to wake up, but I don't, not because he's keeping me in the dream, but because I'm looking for answers.
The sun hits me behind my eyelids, it's a beautiful morning, but I can't appreciate it, I have only one wish, I curse this god of justice, then I drink from my wineskin and the wine diminishes the taste of fear in my mouth a little, the nightmare (which is not such, because in reality I pass) is diluted a little with the dawn, I'm close to the mountains, thanks to Lilith I can leave the castle (I use a kind of shield that repels the undead within 500 meters), I would have liked to go after the wolf clan that left all the humans traveling with them as cannon fodder, But I could not do it, not after the messenger who arrived before we sent our forces to destroy all the undead in the area and recover the villages that had been founded, reached my ears that a very wounded dwarf was in the southern part of the castle, He spoke, but no one understood his language, when I went to him, he was suffering on a bed at the entrance, his armor was a mess, his words in dwarven were not understood by the elves, he kept saying "bring the leader of the wolves, or the elves, we are dying in the mines. .... the dead are destroying us, without saying a word to anyone, I left the Alcazar, I recognized the inscriptions on the armor, tracking I found other companions of the fallen, some were already getting up, I had to eliminate them, give them a rest, further back I found the cargo, they brought more than forty ores of black iron and several magic amplifying jewels, a mineral so expensive and so rare together with all these precious stones could only come from the mines where I was born. Even though I wanted revenge for my son's death, I could not let all those poor bastards die without a fight.
At least I didn't leave without good news, our lord was alive, badly injured by the battle, at the moment he hadn't regained consciousness, but the succubus queen was already taking care of the matter, learning magics that could eliminate those scum instead of crushing them into a bloody mass, I am ashamed to admit it, but Lilith will be a much better support for the dark lord, I use the ores to teach the elite elven warriors to prepare their armor, to put an iron bath on the enchanted wood, to have a better chance against what awaits them, I load some supplies, and finally I leave for the black mountain, home of those poor dead dwarves, my home of birth.