The axe struck the forehead of the man, just behind Dylan, his blood splashing on all around him.
"Shit!" Deamon cursed. "Shields!" he scread. As he did, shields were raised to the sky by the hundred n behind him.
However, nothing happened. Everything seed to co to a halt. Only the distant sounds of tal crashing with tal could be heard.
Deamon frowned, "Its not for us!" he comnted as he turned to look at Black Arrow. She nodded back, and then rushed forward, disappearing into the thick fog ahead.
Everyone paused in their steps, waiting for her.
Seconds streched into minutes, and then finally, Deamon head a voice, "Boss! You need to see this."
Imdiately, he rushed out, Dylan, and the others followed closely behind him.
The mont they ca out, they were t with a sight no one could believe.
All around were orc’s fighting, they were huge and green, slicing and dicing, tearing into mystically abominable creatures of extre groseque forms.
So where tree like in nature, so had their bodies entirely made of blood of those that had died, and so others were mashed up abomination of the limbs of those that had died on the battlefield.
At the sa ti, the air was charged with a mixture of spiritual and demonic energy, so thick that it was almost visible to the eyes.
It was incredibly terrible the killing all around. And the new, uninvited guests all paused as they watched the happenings all around them.
One look at the environnt and it was obvious that the the orcs, all male and female were fighting as hard as they could against these terrible beasts.
However, from the look of things, they were not winniing at all.
"Shit! We shouldn’t be here!" Deamon ca to a realization and attempted to go back, not out of fear, but because he ca to the realization that they had plunged themselves into a war zone.
And in war, no matter the side, there was always casualties. Right now, it was not a matter of who was right or who was wrong, the only thing that he was supposed to do, was simply get his people to safety.
However, entrying this place was a one way ticket. Once in, going out of the fog was not possible. What had been a mass of untouchable white gas had suddenly beco an immovable wall.
At such a ti, one of the beasts, a massive giant Hound, turned, his eyes landing on the new arrivals, fresh at for its ever bloody jaws.
Imdiately, it rushed for them, but at the sa ti, Dylan was was quick, rushing after the beast as he unsheathed his magical blade.
The mont he did, he raised it high into the air as he kicked against the ground. The Creature, dog like in nature, and entirely made of blood, struck him with its claws, but Deamon, as if having wings in the air, dodged the attack, and slashed the body of the beast.
A slash to the side was all it took for the dog to be in trouble.
After all, this was an incredible magical blade.
First ca the vomiting of blood, again and again, and then like a bubble kissing a rough surface, it popped.
However, the blood on the ground, slowly began to join with one another, nding back with itself.
this made All that was watching have their eyes widened in terror.
It wa snot until the beast had fully form did Deamon co to his senses and scread, "RUN!!!" Instantly, Deamon took the leap, rushing into the battlefield and the people followed behind him.
However, the Giant Blood dog, howled loudly to the sky as it waved its clawed paw, smacking one of the unsuspecting fellows, instantly, turning him to at paste and bloody ss.
As it did, the blood that had splashed on the ground, as if having a life of its own joined together, rging itself with the Giant Hound.
At the sa ti, the Giant Blood hound’s howl to the sky had pulled attention to its side, so other abominable creatures aroused to the arrival of the humans rushed over.
Instantly, Spiritual energy glowed out of the bodies of the humans, as many of them unleashed their Totems, so to protect their bodies and others to fight.
After all, they were likewise not weak. These were all strong mbers of the Rebel army, so of them even had cultivations reaching the first rank of the bronze rank.
The first beast that approached looked like a humanoid tree.
A man, his body encased in an amalgamation of Bear, chicken, and crocodile holographic image rushed for the Tree.
The collision was earth shaking, and for a while, the man was winning against the assault of the humanoid trees, but then it happened.
A tree vine followed through an unsuspecting crack in the holographic projection. And then the mont it got with the man’s skin, a cut was all it took.
Of course, the man was able to cut the vine, but that cut on his side was all it took.
All of a sudden, it happened. Vines began to snake out of the wound, and then through his body, charging through his skin in a macabre display of grotesque take over, it rushed all over his body.
He tried to use his incredible cultivation against it, but it only served to feed the vines, and then as he scread, as he was torn inside out by a multitude of vines, growing another tree like its parent tree.
Those that saw this had an ugly expression on their faces.
It was a terrible realization that they had been plunged into a battlefield none of them had been prepared for.
But Daemon still had his mind sharp, "Don’t stop! MOVE!!!"
And so they ran, running through the battlefield.
It was not hard to notice that even though Orcs were not generally on a good relationship with human beings, none of the Orcs even so much as looked at them funny.
they all had their sights on the abominable creatures there were battling.
At such a ti, Black Arrow reached Daemon, "Boss, Where are we going?"
"I don’t know..." He whispered lightly. It was true, he did not know, but one thing for sure was the fact that they were all in danger as long as they stayed here.
There was a large female Orc that used her hamr to strike the monsters. Each one she hit with her weapon would turn the creatures into virgina holes.
All though it did not seem like much, the internal organs of the beasts would suddenly pour out through these holes, and if she hit them a number of tis, they would fall dead to the ground.
Dylan and the others saw this had had a mixed expression on their faces. "What kind of cursed item is that?" One of them asked subconsciously, the question on everybody’s mind.
But there was more. One Orc, a male Orc, used a Hatchet and every thing he struck turned into breasts.
Explosions occurred all around them, Flas blazed as an Orc ordered the other orcs to through torches on the creatures, impressively enough it worked well.
At such a ti, as Deamon’s eyes darted around the place, looking for a safety net for his people, he sighted a familiar figure.
She was older now, and much more matured, but one look at her and he was sure that she was the one. That fighting style was one that he could never ever forget.
Dylan also saw this figure. Both of them knew what it ant, after all, it was Carla, one of Chiron’s slaves.
Her fingers had long claws, and she rushed through the battlefield, tearing through the bloody Hounds.
Her claws, for so reason no one understood were actually very very effective.
Killing the adversaries like cutting down wheat.
Dylan did not know what was happening, but the sight of Carla ant two things, firstly, Chiron was alive, after all, her life was connected to his own, and secondly, he was close buy.
At least, this was his assumption.
He needed a way to reach her, however, she only went deeper and deeper into the territory of the abominable beasts.
At such a ti, the huge Female Orc that had been turning beasts into Virginas, suddenly removed a horn from her side and blew loudly into it.
Many Orcs fighting heard this and paused, and then they rushed, following the big female Orc.
from the looks of it, it was a retreat signal.
Deamon noticed that only the female Orcs had turned to leave with the Huge Female Orc. However, as if the stars had heard his plea, Carla also paused and then she whistled loudly into the air, and then Hunter appeared from the Shadow Pool.
The mont it did, Carla mounted it and rushed forth behind the Orcs, but still attacking the ones around.
"Follow her!" Deamon ordered.
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