Gnarlo wouldn't stop complaining "What the hell took you so long, you couldn't beat an Orc in 2 seconds, made me fucking wait half an hour surrounded by enemies, some fighter you are… if you didn't have Holy magic, you'd be selling yourself to lonely Goblin women in the capital to make it, suck on their disgusting…" Gnarlo made himself throw up
Maro laughed while leisurely flying back… Orcs didn't carry ranged weapons… what fucking idiots.
Maro looked back quickly, the remaining Goblins looked like they were fighting and one of them was weakly healing Grond… The Goblin responsible for paying them was dead and their leader just lost a one on one duel… Morale disappeared immediately, chaos ensued.
Maro hurried back to his lines where he yelled "We're going on the offensive, Forward!"
The Dwarves marched forward in their wedge formation, with the archers following from behind. Maro's special forces and even Gnarlo's Trolls managed to sneak off to the flanks without the Orcs noticing due to their infighting.
The Dwarves managed to march within bow range before Grond, who was still wheezing, got their attention. The Goblins wanted to retreat and claim ownership over everything Scarredlips left behind, while the Orcs and especially Grond wanted to fight.
Grond stood up and faced the Dwarves, slightly hunching over as he was being healed… just then an arrow blew off the head of the Goblin healing him and pierced the chest of an Orc behind him.
There was nothing left to do, The Orcs charged… The ground rumbled as Ten thousand armoured Orcs charged. The Dwarves braced in their wedge formations, Kadrin was at the point of the central wedge, he was in a bloodlust mood…
The Archers fired at will, their effectiveness severely reduced with how armoured the opponents were this time, while Goldie sniped anyone that looked like they had magic or authority, Goblin after Goblin fell off the backs of the Orcs.
The Charge broke upon the wedges, hundreds died just running into the Dwarven shield wall. The Dwarves were finally facing casualties, Maro had switched to a support role and was healing and buffing as fast as he could. He wouldn't be able to sustain this pace of healing without draining his reserves soon… He cast smite on an Orc on the back lines… The pillar of holy light was the signal for Gnarlo.
No one could hear him, but Gnarlo did his own warcry and then everyone turned around when the Trolls peaked over where they were hiding and Roared a gutterral, bestial and fear inducing noise. Kadrin and the dwarves were scared as they were the anvil of their hammer.
Kadrin turned on his Mithril skin and stuck his spear in the ground to brace harder, he roared for his men to do the same.
The ground shook with every step, the Orcs felt fear… they were stuck. The Trolls crashed into the Orc lines easily… The Orcs also didn't wield spears that much as killing with them was not satisfying.
The Dwarven line groaned under the weight of the clash, but was soon lightened as some Orcs tried to flee.
Well behind everyone were Maro's special forces… they had gone after the baggage train… They took the pay needed for Ten Thousand premium mercenaries, they took all the frivolous things that Scarredlips had brought, such as premium wines and jewelry, and then they slew everyone who was retreating. After securing the baggage, they split off into hunting teams to make sure little to no Orcs escaped… It would be very difficult, within a Kilometer they could be picked off by Goldie.
Slowly but surely the fighting died down as the last of the Orcs stuck in the Hammer and Anvil were brutally killed. The trolls had no issues crunching through their rusted armour to eat the disgusting orcs underneath.
Victory was declared… to the Elven refugees who had 0 faith they would survive this fight… they were awed… From Maro's duel to Gnarlo's assassination, to the Dwarven shield wall and then the Troll charge… Everything felt surreal… The Orcs were played with from the beginning.
Slowly cheering erupted throughout the Refugees and then the army… they got the fight they had wanted… It felt satisfying to crush them.
Exhausted, they just pitched camp there and then so they could start drinking.
The four kings were sitting by a campfire, drinking fancy wine they took from the Goblins.
They were all drunkenly boasting of their deeds during battle until Gnarlo said "I don't want to go back"
The rest of the men agreed, they had so much killing and pillaging they did not want to go back to stupid rules and non stop complaining; like, Maro no drinking during council meetings, no drinking and roaming the city, you are not allowed to have sex outside the Priestesses or the Amazons for fear of creating too many bastards, but you also can't have sex how and when you want, you have to follow our schedule for you…
Kadrin, where were you, your second wife is an asshole, don't drink so much, Kadrin your first wife is a cunt, Kadrin stop pulling my beard during sex, no Kadrin, I won't pretend to be a Gnome during sex…
Gnarlo can we please sleep on a normal bed, sleeping on Obese people is messing up my back, Gnarlo my Daughter is super fat now, she was force fed since you made your proclamation, it's almost time to marry a Gnome and create an heir. Gnarlo we are cousins 32 times removed please make my house nobility…
Aside from the Amazons thinking he was super attractive, Goldie didn't get too much grief… but it hadn't even been a day and the Elves were bothering him… They didn't want another succession crisis, they wanted him to marry any Elf and have kids immediately.
God damn all of these people were ungrateful. They were kinda glum until Goldie spoke up
"I don't remember anyone surrendering or declaring any peace"
Their ears perked up and their drunk brains went into overdrive.
"LETS KILL THEM ALL" Kadrin drunkenly shouted and received a roar of applause
Gnarlo was silent for a second… "Lets… sack the provincial capital"
Suddenly a hush spread throughout the camp… The provincial capital that Scarredlips was in charge of was deep in the province… almost bordering the central provinces for ease of trade… It had a declared population of half a million people… The largest city they had come across yet.
A long time ago it used to be a Human city and all major buildings in the city are from that time period… The Goblins put 0 investment into repairing the city over the centuries… the once mighty walls were crumbling and they had just essentially eliminated the main force of that city…
It would most certainly make them the primary discussion point of the Kingdom's stewards… and there were plenty of Order races living in the city, since it was so close to the central provinces…but they had a couple things going for them.
No one was dumb enough to march that deep into the Kingdom with a couple thousand men… The 4 kings each thought the other 3 were brain dead morons.
Their army was ready now and it would take forever for the Kingdom to truly raise an army to counter them… especially since it was a Goblin run province, no one wanted the headache of dealing with all those issues… Really only the Goblin and the Orc stewards of the Kingdom would care enough to act fast…
But they all thought of the potential loot that would come from sacking such a large city… they had looted so much coin already, their royal coffers were bursting… they literally couldn't spend enough… but it was never enough.
The City also had a large slaver's market… and it turns out Goldie was a furry lover…
Goldie asked if they should take Beastmen slaves as they were kinda neutral… the other 3 men looked at each other.
Gnarlo yelled "HELL YES!"
Everyone stared at him… He calmed down and took a drink
"We have to be careful, slavery is a slipper slope… especially when it comes to Gnarlo… we don't want Cow Women Beast People to be abused excessively" Maro dead pan stared at Gnarlo
Kadrin Laughed "he can suck the teets right off if he isn't careful"
Gnarlo coldly looked at both of them before Goldie interjected "Hey, what a man does with his beast slaves from the privacy of his own home, is his own business"
"Damn right" Gnarlo nodded
"Okay Goldie, what kind of beastmen float your boat" Maro inquired
Kadrin laughed "I bet Goldie would fuck a tree"
"And I bet you shove rocks up your ass" Goldie Retorted, they all laughed
So it was settled, the boys decided to send the refugees and loot back with a small portion of men and then continue their march.