Rise of the Horde

Chapter 37

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Ozshe was patiently waiting for Xiao Chen’s will to finally crumble to nothingness, for his consciousness to fall into the eternal abyss, never to awaken again.

“Ra...Guz...Thar...Sok...Dum...Shad...Hess....”

The demon of madness Ozshe began reciting an incantation while inscribing demonic runes upon the body of Xiao Chen. The runes that will allow him to possess the orc’s body and descend upon the mortal plane, the world of Azgalor, where he can wreak havoc as much as he pleases.

In the old world of the orcs, he didn’t get much time to rampage around since that world was on the brink of destruction upon his second descent.

“Hahaha...Fall into the abyss and be my vessel. I will let your kind dominate Azgalor after I have my fun.... mwahahaha!!!”

The demon with leopard like spots on his body kept on laughing maniacally, he was already assured of the orc’s demise.

“Rawrgh!!!”

Xiao Chen slowly stood up, the bloody red haze on his eyes slowly dwindling away returning tranquility upon them.

Ozshe felt his hold upon the orc’s soul slowly diminishing, his demonic energy ebbing away into the abyss. His demonic magic starting to crumble into air and the backslash of using so much of his demonic powers gnawed at his very core.

Dropping down on one knee, Ozshe started panting heavily like he just run for many days continuously. The demon clutched upon his right chest where his demonic core was at, he was bearing immense weakness and pain.

His demonic power was leaking into the surroundings and his body slowly withering, the supple flesh that covered his body started cracking in many places, revealing the hideous appearance that it had hidden underneath.

“What have you done??? My power!!! The power that I painstakingly gathered for hundreds of years...my beauty...gone...”

Ozshe glanced at the still immobile orc with so much hatred that hellfire blazed out from his eyes. Tearing apart the amicable form that he had put on and revealed what he truly looks like.

A felid-like face full of savagery and madness, sharp and dangerous scales emerging from his spine. A mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, eyes blazing with hellfire, the antler like looking horns changed into sharp curled horns dotted with small horns like a barbed wire and another set of horns grew from his cheeks and curled forward like an elephant’s tusks.

“I’ll imprison your soul and torture you for all eternity”

Ozshe angrily bellowed as he charged towards Xiao Chen, a spear suddenly materialized on his hands. The demon’s weapon had a spearhead burning with hellfire and emitted so much heat that the surroundings started to melt.

“Humph... Can’t recognized your old foe now eh...Xarudan the Redfist Warlock... or should I say, Ozshe, a Trickster Demon!”

Xiao Chen snorted and grab the air in front of him, a bone sword materializing upon his grip. The bone sword emitted the same hellfire like Ozshe’s spear. On the top side of the bone sword was a serrated edge like that of a saw but still screamed of danger much like its sharp bottom edge.

“The Infernal Dragon-blade!!!”

Ozshe stopped in his tracks and reeled back in fear, he still could vividly remember the memory of his last vessel that was slain, the warlock of the Redfist Tribe, Xarudan. He still could feel how the hellfire burnt his very soul, the excruciating pain that it had made him endure.

“Good...You still remembered”

The orc smirked at the demon who was staring at him in fear, taking a glance at his favored weapon he slowly approached the panicking demon.

“Gu’rhazza???But how??? I witnessed how you fell...Torn to pieces by Falyon...And your horde, slaughtered by the Felhounds!!!”

Ozshe was so confused on how the orc demon slayer had appeared on his abode. His hands started to tremble, his grip upon his spear loosening as he continuously stepped backward for each step forward that the orc took.

Gu’rhazza’s demon slaying reputation terrified all the demons, even the great demon lords and the demon kings feared him. For many times he had slayed them, the only advantage that the greater demons possessed was that Gu’rhazza’s weapon was incomplete. His Infernal Dragon-blade could only wound their souls but can never destroy it.

For many seasons he hunted the demons along with his horde, protecting his kind as they make their escape from their old world that was slowly dying.

The orc continued approaching the terrified demon but suddenly, he felt weak and knelt down on the ground and vomited blood.

Ozshe stared at the orc demon slayer, fearing that it was just an act to bait him to let his guard down. For a few moments, there was nothing but silence and the scalding heat that was originating from the two weapons that emitted hellfire.

A sudden thought finally dawned upon the great demon, he charged forth with all his power to probe the orc in front of him. With his sudden strike, the orc was thrown back and crashed upon the walls of his hall barely deflecting his strike.

“Hahaha!!! Now I get it. You are just borrowing this orc’s body as a vessel and your power was too much for him to endure. Now I will make you grovel before me...Mwahaha!!!”

Ozshe laughed maniacally as he continued attacking Gu’rhazza’s vessel, inflicting severe wounds upon the orc’s body. Relishing upon the thought of finally overcoming one of his greatest fears and defeating the fabled orc demon hunter that frightened all demons, he strikes with so much vigor that his spear started vibrating upon each impact of his strike.

Out of nowhere, the orc slashed at the demon with the serrated side of his weapon drawing green blood that melted the golden floor upon contact.

“Even with limited power, I can still slay a lowly demon like you”

Gu’rhazza pointed his sword towards the demon who was startled by his counter and touched his wounded cheeks and stared at the blood on his hands in disbelief.

“Rawrgh!!!”

Ozshe shouted in anger as he tried to pummel the orc with his spear

“I am a great demon! The Great Demon of Madness!”

He screamed towards the stumbling orc who was having a hard time deflecting his heavy swings, being called a lowly demon was one of the things that easily angered him.

“When I slaid you...You are nothing but a lowly demon, barely having enough power and surviving bitterly at the bottom of the hierarchy.”

Gu’rhazza mocked the demon. What he said was the truth, Ozshe was but just a lowly demon when he first encountered him. He was nothing but a Trickster Demon who luckily ascended the hierarchy.

Filled with anger, Ozshe recklessly attacked the orc with everything he got. He was unaware that this was nothing but a ploy of the orc to let his guard down.

After a heavy strike, dust hampered Ozshe’s vision and he lose sight of the orc. He felt intense burning pain upon his chest, staring down in confusion at his chest, he saw the Infernal Dragon-blade deeply embedded on his chest.

“Easily fooled as always, I really wonder if you really originated as a Trickster Demon”

The orc shook his head in contempt of the demon’s stupidity, pulling out his weapon and lopping the demon’s head off, he stared at the slowly vanishing body in front of him.

“I will have my revenge.... sooner or later, you hear me!!!”

Ozshe’s soul screamed before disappearing completely and returning back to where it came from.

“Blah!!! Blah!!! Blah!!!”

The orc mocked the vanishing soul of Ozshe mimicking the movement of a mouth with his left hand.

Gu’rhazza’s spirit slowly faded away as Xiao Chen finally regained his consciousness. Everything happened like a dream to him but the severe wounds that was inflicted upon his body was still there which convinced him that everything that just happened was real.

*****

Gur’kan, the other commanders and the Yohan First Battalion were distressed at what they are witnessing. Their strong chieftain suddenly howling in pain, rolling around on the ground and clawing at his head like he was trying to get rid of something, his eyes glowing with a red haze.

They didn’t know what was happening nor do they know what to do to aid their chieftain. As severe wounds started suddenly emerging from the chieftain’s body, they were starting to panic and started scouring the woods for the presence of any enemy that might be attacking the chief through magic.

For hours they had searched high and low but found nothing but remnants of the fleeing goblins who were mercilessly slaughtered after being suspected to be the one attacking the chief.

They patiently waited at the edge of their sanity as their chieftain fought the unseen enemy until finally he glanced at them, the red hazed that was on his eyes faded.

“Chief???”

Gur’kan nervously asked their chieftain who only smiled back at him before slumping down on the ground motionless. The loyal orc anxiously approached Xiao Chen’s body and put his hand in front of the chief’s nose, he felt warm air coming from them.

Relieved that the chieftain was still breathing, he yelled towards his men to quickly carry the chief and bring him to safety as they still aren’t entirely sure that the goblins won’t come back in greater number seeking vengeance for their fallen brethren.