Sanctuary: Safe Haven

The battlefield was alive with the roar of combat, the sun casting long shadows over the chaos. Krusk and Kolmad, the two great-calamity leaders of the green orcs, stood unwavering amidst the turmoil. Their formidable figures loomed over the clashing armies, representing their race's enduring might and pride.

For centuries, the green orcs had dominantly ruled these lands with an iron grip. Their vibrant green skin, imposing physiques, and fierce warriors had earned them both respect and fear from all who dared challenge their authority. Now, however, they faced an unprecedented threat.

From the north, a horde of goblins, bolstered by a rapid increase in their numbers, had dared to encroach upon orc territory. Their audacity ignited a conflict that would shape the landscape

Krusk, a massive brute with deep scars etched into his green skin, was a warrior of unparalleled strength. His legendary axe, "Stormbreaker," was renowned for its ability to cleave through the most formidable foes.

Kolmad, equally fearsome, wielded the enormous hammer known as "Earthshatter." Together, they had meticulously prepared their defenses, setting traps and fortifying their position to stave off the goblin invasion.

Despite the goblins' numerical advantage, the orcs stood their ground with unyielding resolve. The traps had claimed countless goblin lives, their cries piercing the air as the orcs pressed forward. Yet, despite their tenacity, the battle raged on. The goblin horde, unrelenting and numerous, continued its push against the orc defenses.

The stage was set for an epic clash. Krusk and Kolmad were positioned at the forefront, their eyes scanning the battlefield with grim determination. The goblin forces, driven by cunning and ambitious chieftains, advanced steadily. Their green-skinned ranks appeared endless, a tide of malice and greed surging towards the orc lands.

Amidst the ongoing war, a part of the sky darkened ominously. A red portal, swirling with dark energy, appeared high above the battlefield. From this vortex, a white-haired figure descended, accompanied by three shadowy figures. The arrival of these newcomers was met with a blend of awe and dread.

Canna, surrounded by his loyal subordinates had arrived with a purpose. The sight of him and his entourage falling from the sky was like a harbinger of doom. The orc leaders, initially taken aback, quickly realized the gravity of the situation. Their confidence waned as the undead army began to materialize with an alarming speed.

Mortem, Canna's firstborn, activated his "Army of the Undead" skill, and the battlefield was soon filled with skeletal warriors. Their bone-chilling presence intensified the chaos.

Canna's own army, summoned through Bahamuth's Bloody Ring, joined the fray with an awe-inspiring array of undead—skeleton warriors, mages, archers, riders, and high-ranking Death Knights, Doom Knights, Doom Liches, and the Corpse Collector.

The scale of the undead army was staggering. The once-proud orc defenses were overwhelmed as the skeletal legion surged forward, their numbers and ferocity shifting the battle's momentum. The undead onslaught was unrelenting and merciless. Each skeletal warrior and mage operated in perfect harmony, dismantling the goblin ranks with ruthless efficiency.

The formidable goblin advance faltered, their attempts to regroup futile against the relentless undead tide.

Vorgrim and Grimruk, Canna's loyal warriors, plunged into the fray with fierce determination. Vorgrim's massive axes swung with deadly precision, cleaving through goblins and orcs alike. Grimruk, wielding his imposing halberd, fought with a ferocity matching his formidable stature.

Together, they carved a path of destruction through the enemy forces, their combined strength transforming the battlefield into a scene of utter devastation.

Krusk and Kolmad, initially confident in their capacity to repel the goblin invasion, now faced an overwhelming challenge. The undead army, with its immense numbers and terrifying power, pressed forward unrelentingly. The once-unyielding orc defenses were now in chaos, their leaders struggling to maintain control amidst the disorder.

Krusk roared in defiance, his massive axe swinging with primal fury. He battled the undead with relentless tenacity, determined to safeguard his homeland from this new threat. Kolmad, equally resolute, swung his colossal hammer with devastating force, attempting to repel the unending assault.

Despite their formidable prowess, the orc leaders struggled. The sheer number of high-ranking undead, particularly the Death Knights and Doom Knights, proved an insurmountable challenge. Each swing of their weapons met with resistance as the undead advanced relentlessly, their progress showing no signs of slowing down.

The Corpse Collector, a true-calamity entity, loomed over the battlefield like a nightmarish specter. Its five-meter-tall frame, covered in pustules, was a sight to behold. The mere presence of this creature instilled terror and despair in both goblins and orcs. Its roars reverberated across the battlefield, a chilling reminder of the carnage it could unleash.

As the undead forces pressed on, the once-proud orc defenses crumbled. The goblins, initially eager to conquer the orc territory, were now caught in the crossfire of a devastating assault. Their numbers dwindled steadily, their attempts to resist met with unrelenting brutality.

Krusk and Kolmad fought with valor, their resolve unshaken despite the overwhelming odds. Yet, the tide of battle had irrevocably shifted. The orc leaders, despite their formidable strength and experience, were unable to halt the undead onslaught. The sheer number and power of Canna's summons proved insurmountable.

The battle reached its climax as the undead army closed in on the remaining orc forces. The grasslands, once a sprawling battlefield, were now strewn with the bodies of the fallen. The goblins, once a threat to the orc homeland, were now mere pawns in a larger struggle. The undead, with their relentless advance, had introduced a new level of devastation to the conflict.

Canna observed the aftermath with grim satisfaction. His strategic approach had exceeded his expectations. The orc leaders, despite their formidable abilities, were unable to counter the sheer power of his undead army. The battle had been a decisive victory, shifting the tide of conflict decisively in his favor.

As the last remnants of orc resistance were crushed, Canna's attention turned to the crimson ring on his hand. The ability to summon such a formidable undead army was indeed powerful, though he kept in mind to avoid deploying it in smaller, confined spaces.

The battlefield, now a scene of utter desolation, bore witness to the conflict's aftermath. The once-proud orc lands lay in ruins, their defenses shattered by the relentless assault. The goblins, having witnessed the devastating power of the undead army, were left battered and demoralized, akin to animals awaiting slaughter.

Canna, with a sense of satisfaction, surveyed the devastation. Remarkably, he didn't need to exert much effort this time. The undead had truly proven to be a formidable force. He watched as Mortem effectively commanded the undead, demonstrating his prowess as a general. He also noted Grimruk's impressive performance against the orcs.

The contrast in strength between a green orc and a black orc was striking; Grimruk could easily overpower three green orcs of his rank, his height of six and a half meters giving him a significant advantage.

Soul Count:

71,124 / 1,000,000

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