Arundel, whose forces were at least five miles away from the main battlefield, frowned as he looked at the current state of things.
His army was well-hidden, so no one had discovered their presence.
But, the thing that baffled him was the unexpected mishaps that were preventing the two armies from engaging in a full-blown war, which would dye the ground red with the blood of their warriors.
He could understand what happened a day ago, when the two parties decided to retreat and rest for the time being.
But now, things were different.
Everyone was raring to go. He could smell it, he could see it, he could feel it. But, what was stopping them from fighting?!
He had heard the horns due to his exceptional hearing, but failed to understand why they blew them.
The two sides had still not clashed with each other, so sounding the retreat was a very strange move, no matter how he viewed it.
‘I guess I’ll just watch a little more,’ Arundel thought as he signaled his army to prepare to advance. ‘But, if they still don’t fight each other within an hour, then it will be time for me to intervene.’
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General Stark and Netero were doing their best to find the culprit who was sabotaging their war preparations.
But, no matter how they looked, and no matter how much they questioned the Horn Bearers, there were simply no leads for them to capture the one responsible for sounding the horns that signaled their armies to retreat.
Of course, they knew that this was part of Thirteen’s elaborate plan, so they were riding on this reason to delay the war for as long as they could.
But, after half an hour, the soldiers had started to stir, with some of them growing very impatient.
In the end, the Kings of the Barbarians, Orcs, and Tigerkins, interfered with the chain of command.
They personally stood on the frontlines of the army, relieving General Stark and Netero of their commanding duties.
The sounds of war drums once again rang out, and this time they were louder and more intense than the usual.
Both sides were trying to embolden their forces with words, in preparation for another clash.
Just as the Kings were about to give the order to strike, the sounds of horns once again rang out in the surroundings.
The soldiers ignored these horns because they believed that someone was one again messing with the strategy they had in mind.
But, after hearing the horns properly, they all realized that these horns didn’t belong to their army.
That was the moment they sensed them.
On the Eastern side of the battlefield, countless figures could be seen.
The ground trembled as they marched their way towards the Warsor Plains, making the Tigerkin King, Barbarian King, and the Orc King look in their direction in surprise.
“About time they arrived,” Thirteen sighed in relief after seeing the imposing army that had just arrived on the battlefield.
Countless monsters of different sizes made their presence known as the Trolls and Ogres appeared on the battlefield.
Cristopher, who also saw the commotion from his location, made a fist pump because the allies that he had talked to had honored their agreement.
Thirteen had asked him to go on an important mission, and that was to talk to the Trolls and Ogres and ask them to lend their hand.
The Troll and Ogre Shamans who were also on the Third Island, sent letters to their respective Kings to inform them of Cristopher’s arrival.
Since the chubby boy was a Brute Tamer, the Trolls and Ogres felt a sense of familiarity with him, allowing him to have an audience with their Kings.
After receiving the letters from their respective Shamans, and Cristopher’s explanation, the two forces, who didn’t get along with each other, marched their armies to join the war on the Warsor Plains.
Their presence on the battlefield made the Barbarians, Orcs, and Tigerkins wary because they didn’t dare underestimate the might of the Troll and Ogre Armies.
Knowing that now was a crucial time, the Tigerkin King ordered his mount to run towards the new armies that had arrived.
He wanted to ask them their intentions and, if possible, he wanted to win them over to their side, allowing him to get an overwhelming advantage in this war.
The Barbarian and Orc King, who also realized what the Tigerkin King was thinking, did the same thing, and personally made their way to the Troll and Ogre Armies, and asked them their reason for coming.
“We came here to fight!” the Ogre King declared, making the other Ogres shout their warcries.
“This war seems fun and we weren’t invited, so we decided to crash it,” the Troll King stated. “It’s your fault for not asking our permission to start this war.”
The Barbarian King looked at the Troll King with contempt.
Since when did he need to ask the Trolls and Ogres for permission to fight against the Tigerkins?
The Tigerkin King also shared the same thoughts as the Barbarian King, making them frown.
The Orc King, however, only smirked because he knew this was already going to happen.
Cristopher didn’t visit the Trolls and Ogres first.
No.
The one he first visited was the Orc King, and told him the real reason for this war.
Of course, the Orc King didn’t believe him completely, but since his Shamans had verified the chubby boy’s words, he decided to keep silent and see how things would unfold.
And, just like Cristopher had promised, the Trolls and Ogres had come to join the fight, which gave credibility to the teenage boy’s words.
“None of you are allowed to fight each other,” The Troll King stated.
“Anyone who attacks, first, will be attacked by us in the back,” the Ogre King sneered. “Fight at your own risk.”
The Barbarian King and the Tigerkin Army looked at each other in dismay.
With such an imposing army planning to stab them from behind, which of them would dare to attack first?
That was simply asking to be slaughtered from the front and the back.
At that moment, a loud rumbling sound spread in the surroundings.
Dark clouds covered the sky, blocking off the light of the sun, and enveloping the world in darkness.
Suddenly, and without warnings, countless Giant Fireballs descended from the sky, and fell on the Armies all across the battlefield.
The FIreballs were impartial, killing Tigerkins, Barbarians, and descended from the sky, and fell on the Armies all across the battlefield.
Orcs alike.
When the Barbarian King, Tigerkin King, and Orc King saw this, they immediately returned to their armies in order to take command and save their people.
The Troll King’s and the Ogre King’s armies were a distance away from the path of the Fireballs, so they were not included in the ongoing onslaught from the heavens.
Arundel had finally lost his patience and, now, the true battle was about to begin.
The Majin Prince no longer hid his presence, and ordered his army to advance.
While this was happening, he summoned countless Giant Fireballs to descend on the Barbarians, Orcs, and Tigerkin Armies in order to decimate their forces and break their formation.
Thirteen, who was standing on top of the hill took a deep breath for he knew that the moment of truth had come.
“Hear me, Valbarrians,” Arundel’s shout reached everyone’s ears. “The time of reckoning has come. Surrender or be annihilated!”
But, before anyone could say anything, an equally powerful voice spread in the surroundings.
“To arms my brethren, brave Tigerkins, Barbarians, Orcs, Trolls, and Ogres,” Thirteen shouted, his voice being amplified by the steel poles that he had embedded on the battlefield.
“Never fear! Never surrender! We will all fight as one!”
General Stark and Netero looked in the direction where Thirteen was at and nodded their heads in understanding.
“To arms!” General Stark ordered. “Rally to me! To Death!”
“”To Death!””
The Tigerkin Warriors heeded their General’s call and charged alongside him.
Raising his family’s banner, General Stark took the initiative to charge at the incoming Monsters that were coming from the west side of the battlefield.
“Barbarians!” Arthas shouted. “Kill the monsters who invade our lands! Kill!”
“”Kill!””
“Kill!” Arthas pointed his sword forward as he urged his War Horse to run in the direction where the Tigerkin Army was headed.
The Barbarians didn’t hesitate and followed behind the brave warrior, who had decided to take the helm of their spear point.
The Ogre King and the Troll King shouted his war cries as well before they, too, sprinted to join the battle.
All the Ogres and the Trolls under their commands moved in unison.
Thirteen watched all the powerhouses charge together before climbing onto Blacky’s back.
He then faced his people and gave them all a brief nod.
“Do not engage too closely,” Thirteen stated. “And don’t be too far apart from each other. Lastly, don’t die! We will survive this together!”
“”Yeah!””
Thirteen then whispered something in Blacky’s ears before he held onto his reigns tightly.
The Warsor Black Hound sprinted forward, joining the others in the battle of a lifetime.