Empire Of Souls 102 Onset Of Battle 3

After meeting with Nelay, Grobak made his way towards the commander of the southern siege forces. The commander was a Master cla.s.s being who served the the chieftain of the Harkul tribe. No one knew his name and he only liked to be addressed by his t.i.tle, Ravenous.

As a Master cla.s.s being, he was quite powerful and his cla.s.s and abilities were focused on offensive might and speed. Despite his renown, Grobak secretly disdained him and didn't consider him a match for his strength. Grobak was a High Orc and Ravenous was just a regular Orc. Grobak didn't even put him in his sight. However, due to the current circ.u.mstances, Grobak had to show a modic.u.m of respect towards him.

"Ravenous." Grobak grunted while clasping his hands and giving a slight nod.

"Grobak, what brings you here?" Ravenous replied in a gruff voice.

Ravenous, despite being a normal Orc, was still quite large and muscular. He also wore a suit of scale armor which was enchanted. Although Orcs didn't have many capable smiths who could forge armors of steel or other metals, this didn't mean they had none. There was also significant trade between the tribes of the Steppes and other regions or nations.

Most Orcs did not possess much more than fur, hide, or leather armor, but the Harkul were a powerful tribe and were able to outfit their soldiers in a variety of armor types. For a Master cla.s.s being like Ravenous, it was a simple matter to acquire better equipment.

Grobak briefly surveyed the tent that Ravenous had made his command center. It was littered with a variety of tribal junk that Grobak could only sneer at. Although Grobak had once been a small character among the tribes and had even been treated terribly, he now considered himself to be a superior race to the tribal Orcs and looked down on such antiquated trash. The Orcs had once been majestic, but now had been reduced to such a pitiful state.

Grobak kept his thoughts to himself and simply said, "I have a request."

"Oh? What request?"

"I want to lead the attack on the walls today." replied Grobak calmly.

"Hmm, that's a strange request. Our chieftain values you greatly, why would you want to put yourself in danger when we haven't yet committed to a real battle? There is no need for you and your tribe to waste your lives. Let the weaker tribes die against their walls."

Ravenous too felt a bit of appreciation for this powerful High Orc before him and didn't want to see him throw his life away. It wasn't easy for such a talent to develop on the Steppes and being at the peak of Master cla.s.s while still so young, there was a good chance he would advance to Legendary. For the tribes who didn't have many characters at the Legendary level, this was a big deal.

"Not to worry, I am confident in the ability of my tribe and it is time they had a chance to see some combat. You should know that we are still a young tribe and they need some experience in battle to weed out the weaklings. These are losses we can afford and this is a good opportunity. I am not a fool, if the situation becomes unmanageable, we will just retreat. Sitting in the camp and doing nothing is becoming boring anyway, time for a little fun."

Grobak grinned wickedly causing Ravenous to chuckle. Ravenous could understand his feelings and nodded his head. Of course what Ravenous didn't know was that Grobak wasn't grinning because of the words he said, he was grinning thinking about how these Orcs would soon be dead and how unlucky they were to become p.a.w.ns in his master's plans.

"Alright, but make sure you fall back if things get dangerous. We can't afford to lose you."

"Haha, we will have a drink later once the fighting is over!" Grobak said happily.

Ravenous grunted in reply and the two conversed for a short time more until Grobak finally left to prepare. What Ravenous didn't see was Grobak's smile that was filled with nothing but contempt.

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Standing atop the walls of the expeditionary settlement, Shelise looked out at the sea of savages below. Everyday she would come and stand atop the wall with Eneran at her side. There wasn't much else to do, so she could only wait in boredom. She wouldn't stay on the walls for long and would leave well before any attack took place, but she couldn't help staring out at the horizon daily. She knew it would come, it was only a matter of time.

As she glanced towards the horizon, her emotions would always swirl like a maelstrom in her heart. The memories of her past, her family and her home, constantly stirring her feelings of sadness and despair. This would also fill her with rage and the desire for revenge.

"I will kill it with my own hands."

Shelise gripped her hand into a balled fist as her feelings of hatred took over her. Eneran only watched from the side, he didn't really care about her feelings. This was just a mission for him, nothing personal. He still couldn't understand why so much importance had been placed on this particular mission.

Shelise suddenly felt a lingering gaze that felt piercing and cold. The gaze was from outside the city and she desperately hurried to the edge of the wall and peered out into the distance.

"It's him! It is definitely him!" Her heart was in turmoil as she searched for the source of that gaze.
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She couldn't find him among the sea of barbarians and knew it probably wasn't there. She searched even further and saw some hills in the distance. There was nothing there, but she could still feel that gaze.

"You're there, aren't you?" She mumbled to herself.

Eneran walked up to Shelise and asked, "What is it?"

"Finally. Eneran, we can finally complete our objective."

"What do you mean? Did you find him?'

Shelise pointed straight ahead to the very distant hills. Eneran followed her hand with his eyes and looked out at the hills.

"I don't see anything."

"It's there, I know it. I can feel it observing us even now."

Eneran's expression grew grim. He didn't doubt her as she was the only one who could probably sense her brother. What concerned him though, was the fact that he couldn't see anything despite knowing where his target was. This could only mean that he had the means to keep himself hidden from Eneran's sight. As a Legendary being and a powerful magic caster, there wasn't much that could escape his senses or his magic.

"This is troubling, very troubling." he whispered underneath his breath.