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In the following days, Grud and his riders attacked three additional tribes, swiftly overpowering or defeating any resistance. These tribes were situated along the evacuation route that the retreating tribes intended to use in their journey toward the more powerful tribes near the Thunder Strider tribe.
Each ti a tribe was conquered, the main body of the invading alliance forces could restock their supplies. Despite this, there were always people who managed to escape, but Grud ordered his n to ignore them. He wanted to ensure the Thunder Striders were aware of their location and probable direction.
Regarding the enemy forces employing delaying tactics to hinder the main body of the alliance, it didn't take long for them to exhaust their own supplies. Without the support of the nearby tribes that Grud and his riders had raided, they were soon compelled to forage for sustenance, significantly diminishing their effectiveness.
***
A week later, Grud had conquered five smaller tribes and had ventured deep into Thunder Strider territory. Just as he was riding toward another tribe, Mita’s voice echoed in his head. [Large force a few hours ahead. Maybe around two hours away.]
[How large?] Grud asked.
[Around two thousand.] Mita replied.
‘They outnumber even our main force. I need to do sothing to slow them down and give our side so ti to gather themselves in the recently conquered tribe.’ Grud thought to himself.
Grud brought his riders to a halt and told them that the enemy was ahead and to ride back to get the main force to hold a defensive position in the conquered tribe while he would slow them down.
Others may think that Grud taking on a two-thousand-strong enemy was suicide, but all of the riders were from the Rock Claw tribe and knew what their chieftain was capable of.
After taking so needed supplies and weapons from his n, they rode back to secure the tribe.
***
Ba’Rak, chieftain of the Thunder Strider tribe and leader of a power block that controlled multiple tribes, was in his carriage pulled by two horses captured from raids on alliance tribes.
Everyone else in his army, though, they were all walking. Even those who were with the supply wagons were forced to beco beasts of burden and pull the wagons.
In this part of the world, the only place that kept breeding horses throughout the long winter was the Rock Claw tribe, giving them sowhat of a monopoly on horses in the region.
As for why Ba’Rak was the only one with a carriage, it was mainly the sa reason Grud had one. He was The Chieftain of his power block, allowing him to do whatever he wanted, and also because of the company that entertained him in the carriage.
Inside the carriage, Ba’Rak was constantly munching on so food. At the sa ti, one of the many won in his harem that he decided to bring along was servicing however much dick she could uncover from Ba’Rak’s fat folds.
While he was enjoying the smoked at and his dick getting sucked, Ba’Rak thought back on what had happened the past few weeks. One after another, news of his border tribes being conquered reached his ear, all of the survivors who escaped saying the sa thing, that it was Grud of the Rock Claw tribe or soone fitting his description storming their gates and were unable to do anything in the face of his strength.
‘Weaklings!’ Ba’Rak internally scoffed, ‘I should not have wasted my ti taking those waste of ti under my protection. The only thing they are good for is their tributes, and if not for soone as famous as Grud invading my lands, I would have left the weaklings to fight among themselves.’
To calm himself, Ba’Rak grabbed the back of the woman’s head and pushed her deeper into his crotch as he thought about how to crush Grud and his forces in the most humiliating way possible. ‘Hmm… there was one of the reports saying that he brought one of his wives along with him… hehehe… I can't wait to see the look on his face when I defile his woman in front of him.’
While Ba’Rak was fantasizing, he had a grip on the woman’s hair and moved her head up and down on his crotch, only to be interrupted by the shouts of his n outside the carriage.
“AMBUSH!!! AMBUSH FROM THE RIGH- AHHHG!” one of his Ba’Rak’s commanders shouted before being abruptly cut off mid-shout.
Ba’Rak opened the carriage window on his right to see what was happening, just in ti to witness a spear flying directly at his carriage. The spear pierced the wall of his carriage and struck the woman attending to him, who rose from the commotion, in the side, pinning her to the interior of the carriage.
Ba’Rak imdiately grabbed his oversized club and got out of his carriage, ready to intercept anything coming at him and smash the head of anyone who ca at him. What he did not expect was a tree trunk flying out of the tree line and clobbering a dozen of his n beside him.
While this was going on, Ba’Rak looked down the line to see his n had ford a shield wall. So of them had spears embedded in the shields, while others had spears penetrate the shields and skewer the n holding the shield.
His study of the situation was interrupted once more by another tree trunk flying out of the tree line and clobbering another dozen or so n on his other side.
‘Shields would not defend against tree trunks! How are they even launching tree trunks at us?! Do they have shamans of such great power that they can throw tree trunks at us?’ Ba’Rak scread internally and started shouting commands. “Forget the defense! Charge and kill the ambushers!”
At his command, his n rushed into the treeline against sporadic flying spears. With the rate of spears flying, Ba’Rak estimated no more than twenty spear throwers, but he did not know how many n or shamans to expect that were capable of launching tree trunks at them.
A few seconds after his n entered the treeline, the flying spears stopped coming. Thinking the coast was clear, Ba’Rak, accompanied by his personal guard, charged into the treeline… or at least charged as fast as Ba’Rak could waddle his fat ass forward.
When he reached his n, there were no sounds of battle, only the sounds of his n poking their spears into any sizable shrubs or looking behind and into trees for an unseen enemy.
“Where is the enemy?” Ba’Rak shouted at his n, only for them to give him confused looks and mumbles.
Seeing this level of incompetence, Ba’Rak could feel his blood pressure rising. “Where are my trackers?” he shouted, and soon a skinny man ran up to him.
“Chieftain, you called?” the skinny man said.
“Yes! Where did the ambushers go?!” Ba’Rak shouted.
“That's the thing, Chieftain, the tracks don't make sense.” the skinny man said as he pointed to a small clearing nearby. “There is only one set of footprints here. Another weird thing is that there is no trace of this set of footprints coming here. It's like the footprints start in this clearing, he walks around, chops down these three trees, chops off their branches, and there are no footprints leaving the area.” the skinny tracker said as he gestured to the footprints, three tree stumps and one tree trunk lying on the ground.
This report did not make any sense to Ba’Rak. To him, what the tracker said was an impossibility. Nobody just appears, throws spears at them like there were twenty n, and just disappears without a trace.
To Ba’Rak, this only ant one of two things: either this tracker was incompetent or a liar. And Ba’Rak did not need or want either.
With a casual swing of his club from its resting position on the ground, Ba’Rak clubbed the tracker on the side of the head, caving it in and killing the man on the spot.
This action made all of the n in the area freeze. Ba’Rak looked around at all his n staring at him and shouted, “What are you all gawking at?! Find the bastards who attacked us!” before stomping back to his carriage.
When he got back inside and plopped down on his seat, the squishing of pooled blood on the floor from the dead woman pined in his carriage further spoiled his mood, “Soone co and clear this ss!” he shouted to his guard.
***
Grud was jumping from tree to tree on his way to set up his next ambush point, all the while with a smile on his face. It had been a while since he was able to cut loose and unleash his power.
He had waited along a well-used road with all the extra spears he got from his n laid out, prepared to be thrown. He had also cut down so trees to throw.
When the column of Thunder Striders marched by, Grud spread out tendrils of his mana to grab the laid-out spears and started launching them at the Thunder Striders. This imdiately threw them into a state of panic before they got into a defensive formation.
But seeing such a target-rich environnt, Grud could not help but throw so spears himself, using his considerable strength. Unlike the spears thrown by his mana, those he threw by hand could not be stopped by the enemy shields. He even threw a spear at the only horse-drawn carriage to spook and maybe draw out who he thought was most likely the leader of the Thunder Striders.
This seed to work, and for the first ti, he laid eyes on the Chieftain of the Thunder Striders.
[Wow, I heard that he was fat, but that is just ridiculous. Is this really their chieftain?] Grud questioned ntally to nobody in general.
[I guess so?] Mita replied with incredulity, [I an, he kind of matches the description of those we questioned.]
Grud just shrugged, [No matter. I will give them sothing to think about.]
Grud then hefted a tree trunk and launched it one after another. But just before he got to the third tree trunk, the enemy started charging. [Looks like it is ti to leave] Grud thought before taking to the trees and taking off further down the road.
When Grud reached the next ambush point near a stream, Grud whipped his semi-erect dick out, “My Love, do you mind taking care of this for ? All this slaying of my enemies has got hard.”
Mita ca out of Grud’s body in wisp form and started materializing into her corporeal form as she giggled, “At this point, there are few things that would not get you hard while one of us won are around. You just want an excuse to cum inside our wet holes.”
“I can do little to refute that statent.” Grud said as he picked Mita up and impaled her wet cunt on his fully erect penis, and without asking, Mita held her ridiculously humongous tits up, offering them to Grud’s waiting lips.
As Grud sucked the thick, creamy, mana-rich milk out of Mita’s tits, he grabbed her by her ass cheeks and moved her up and down on his prehensile penis while said prehensile penis was bending and bowing at different angles to put more pressure on different parts of her womb and vagina walls. This relatively recent feature of Grud’s penis was a favorite among his many wives.
It did not take ten seconds before Mita was experiencing miniature climaxes with every pump of Grud’s dick, which built up to a major climax every few pumps.
An hour later, Mita was resting on a laid-out mat to rest off having all her holes filled with cum. Leaving Grud refreshed and ready to set the next ambush. But after giving it a bit more thought, he ca up with an idea, ‘Why don't I repay them the favor of slowing down my forces with boobytraps?’
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