Pigsmoth was staring at the limp body of one of the most powerful orcish lord he has ever known. Did his dear master Frèa actually did murdered an orcish lord .not that this was the first time he experienced a murdered high profile orc master but this one in particular was a noble orcish patriarch infact he is one of the four Lords in rule of the realms and districts all over Rogmar, the chief ruler and king of the Rogmar was Sawfire, the grandson of Dreìgravel.
'We take his head'. Frèa commanded, Pigsmoth groaned in affirmation. Whatever might be might be. They are in war and their is no room for doubt, Remorse or fear, he assured himself. With one smite of the blade, Vultron's head went rolling on Frèa feet. The orc master stomped on it. He then proceeded to lift it with his right hand. He grinned, then proceeded to make some orcish incantation and there were illusions of dark energy drawn from the head of Vultron into the nostrils of Frèa. He then let the skull fall down and spirall across the stony ground.
'We are done here" Frèa smiled.
"Where head we Chief master?" Pigsmoth asked.
'To Oryx then we advance to Tiryudega and take down that city filled with perpetuals then after we would March down to Origoim and find the mine master Virtix Forgeaxe he should know the way about of Erokorn. Frèa mounted on Darkcrimpler and galloped. Pigsmoth then proceeded to walk up the cliff and signalled to the horde below. With massive speed and pace, the orcs followed Frèa en-suite still chanting after their victory on Vultron's platoon.
***
The sun in Oryx wasnt bright but it was customary to know that daylight in Rogmar was a fainted sunlight from the heavens. That alone illuminated the atmosphere and brightened the day. The orcs in Oryx had heard about the destruction and fall of ASHMYTARS and how Frèa was headed towards them. Earlier on the previous day, Vultron had come in the name of the Orc king Sawfire and brought them a relief message that they shouldn't worry Frèa might have somehow conquered ASHMYTARS but he can't defeat Oryx. The orcs and their families confided on what they heard but little did they know that Frèa's coming can't be breached nor intercepted not by Vultron himself.
All seem fine in the mining lands of Oryx, the male orcs were busy on the grounds, piling, offloading and cartlifting the bags and piles of gems found in the mines. The women were busy selling all times of meats and fruits. The little ones were running and playing around.
Then there was the sound of the shophar, distress fell upon them. Mothers running towards their little ones, the male orcs all finding their scimitars and axes ,
"Frèa..Frèa ...Frèa…"
The messenger orc Gluwon hauled above his voice. It's was a resounding warning for all to brace what's coming. Majestically, Darkcrimpler pawed towards the open field of Oryx, followed by the warrior orcs behind. The orcs of Oryx were all shocked and scared of what has already befallen them. They all looked towards the figure on Darkcrimpler. The male orcs all holding their weapons in their hands ready to fight back. The mothers clings to their children hiding their make-shift tents.
'FEAR NOT EVERYONE. IT'S I FRÈA YOUR NEW LORD. WHO IS THE LEADER OF THIS DISTRICT' Frèa eyes were inter-twined on every direction.
An old and frail looking orc, came towards him. He bowed towards Frèa.
'SPEAK OLDLING ARE YOU THE ONE IN CHARGE' Pigsmoth was beside Darkcrimpler, he came forward to address the residents of Oryx.
'YES My Lord' Replied the old orc.
'DO YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE SUBMIT TO LORD Frèa the revolutionist and help Fight against Sawfire and all those who have practiced the dark mystics'
There was a moment of silence, the old orc was perplexed and confused,
'Father' a younger orc came towards him. Pigsmoth wanted to restrain the young lad.
"Let him.' Frèa commanded.
'Father, you know you don't have to do this' the orc said to the older one.
'Pidlihook, my son you know I can't. I must have to keep this district alive hence what has fallen on ASHMYTARS will fall on us all'
The young orc felt pain and sorrow in his father's voice.
'Then let's do this together,'
Boldly and swiftly, he stood and gazed towards Frèa.
'I and my kins are now your subjects Lord Frea'
The rest of the Oryx orcs all bent the knees, repeating the words.
'We are now your subjects Lord Frea"
Pigsmoth then looked at Frèa. Frèa grinned, this has come out handy and easy, he thought.
'What your name, son?"Frèa asked.
'I am Pidlihook and this' the young orc pointed at the older orc. 'Is my father, Heaghulk'
'Now Pidlihook, you are now my new warlock and you would join my platoon against Tiryudega,.Frèa said.
'Yes my Lord, I am overly willing to your service' Pidlihook.
'So be it, 'Frèa now focused his attention towards the others.' Gather the able young orcs and make them part of the my horde, get some foods from the mothers and children, we will leave at midnight'
Pigsmoth knodded. And so was the order carried on, Oryx was spared of bloodshield but we won't say same for ASHMYTARS.
***
After the warlocks have all eaten to their bellies was filled. A call was made, and all of the warlocks gathered. Frèa was to address them, he has not saddled down from Darkcrimpler, he felt the need not to.
'Tonight we go out through the mountains and cross the tower, where lies a mage who is not part of us neither is he made of our skin but of the wizards to retrieve a weapon made of magic. Then we proceed towards Tiryudega and claim that forsaken city"
Their was a chanter and an echo of agreement from the horde.
'Do we go now to reclaim what we must have"
The orcs all chanter and shrieked. And with that Darkcrimpler galloped once more towards the path of Helldust.