Rise of the Horde

News of the king's arrival spread through the Ereian ranks, injecting a new sense of purpose into their weary bodies. Rakabis, his face illuminated by the fading light, watched as the riders drew closer, their armor glinting in the dusk. The weight of responsibility bore down on him, but he stood tall, knowing that the tide of battle was about to shift once more.

The orcs, sensing the change in their adversaries, rallied their forces. The clash of iron and the thunder of war drums echoed across the plains, signaling the start of another brutal engagement.

As the sun surrendered to the night, the battle continued to rage, the air filled with the cries of the fallen and the desperate roars of those still fighting. With the king's arrival, a new chapter in this brutal conflict was about to unfold. The fate of the town, the kingdom, and the lives of all those engaged in this bitter struggle, hung in the balance.

As night enveloped the battlefield, a hush fell over the weary warriors, the only sound the distant thunder of hooves as King Gyassi's vanguard approached. The Ereian army, bolstered by the king's presence, found renewed strength, their eyes gleaming with determination in the fading light.

Commander Rakabis, his face a mask of resolute calm, raised his hand, signaling a temporary reprieve from the assault. The magic cannons fell silent, their destructive power momentarily spent.

The orcs, sensing a shift in the battle's momentum, retreated to the safety of the town's walls after driving out the last wave of attackers, their fierceness in the battle a testament to their bloodthirstiness.

The silence that followed was heavy with anticipation. Both forces, caught in this brutal struggle, knew that the coming of the king would herald a new and decisive phase in the war. The fate of this town, a mere speck in the vast desert, would be decided by the clash of these two mighty armies.

With the moon's rise, the battle paused, each side gathering their strength for the coming clash. The air was thick with the knowledge that, come dawn, the battlefield would once again erupt in a storm of iron and magic.

Night cast its dark veil over the blood-soaked battlefield, a solemn silence descended. The only remaining sounds now were the distant, fading echoes of battle and the labored breathing of the weary warriors. Within the Ereian camp, the arrival of King Gyassi brought an air of anticipation and unease. The soldiers, their faces illuminated by the flickering light of campfires, watched their sovereign join them.

The orcs, having retreated within the town's walls, prepared for the impending clash. Their fierce warriors, bloodied and battle-hardened, readied themselves for the new challenge that the enemy king's arrival would bring.

The air was thick with anticipation, the silence a mere precursor to the coming storm. With the moon rising over the desert, the Ereian army found solace in the king's presence. Their resolve strengthened, and they prepared to fight with renewed fervor.

The magic cannons, their destructive power a pivotal force in the battle, fell silent, conserving their might for the coming dawn. The stage was set for a decisive confrontation, and both armies braced for the battle that would determine the fate of the town and the kingdom itself.

As the moon rose higher over the desert, casting an ethereal light upon the bloodied battlefield, the Ereian army found temporary solace in the respite from battle. The clash of swords and the thunder of war drums had ceased, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

Within the Ereian camp, King Gyassi's presence instilled a sense of renewed purpose among the weary soldiers. They tended to their wounds, sharpened their blades, and prepared for the coming dawn, knowing that the battle was far from over.

Khao'khen, seized the momentary lull to devise a strategy to neutralize the dreaded magic cannons. The cannons had wreaked havoc upon their forces, and Khao'khen was determined to find a way to turn the tide.

A night raid was clearly out of the question. The enemy's camp was now teeming with fresh riders, making a stealthy assault all but impossible.

As the moon rose higher, the sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air. The Ereian army, momentarily reprieved from the heat of battle, seized the opportunity to rest and regroup. King Gyassi's presence bolstered their spirits, and they readied themselves for the coming clash with renewed determination.

The silence that enveloped the battlefield was a stark contrast to the earlier chaos, the only sounds now that remained were the distant cries of night birds and the soft murmur of soldiers tending to their wounds. Commander Rakabis, his face illuminated by the moon's ethereal light, stood apart from the rest, his eyes fixed on the town's walls.

He knew that the orcs, driven by their bloodlust and fierceness in battle would not yield easily. The magic cannons, though a formidable force, had been hindered greatly by the chaos of the melee clash, and the orcs had adapted swiftly to the new threat.

The night wore on, and the Ereian camp buzzed with activity. Mages huddled together, their eyes aglow as they try to recover as much mana as they can for the next clash. Soldiers sharpened blades and readied their armor, their faces resolute in the firelight.

Rakabis was occupied with tying to think of ways to have their magic cannons be more useful in the next battle, while Khao'khen was busy trying to find ways to silence them.

Scouts and sentries took their post while the main army of both sides rested. The Verakhs being the more adept at prowling under the cover of darkness, remained hidden very close to the enemy camp. Their goal was to find a way to sneak by the enemy's watchmen, and penetrate the opposing camp once more.

The Verakhs waited patiently for many hours, but no opportunity was presented for them to slip past the enemy sentries. It was very risky for them to get that close to the enemy camp, but that was their assigned task. Dawn was already fast approaching and they had no choice, but to withdraw less they be discovered and surrounded by the enemy forces.