Chapter 81: Chapter : 81 : Things Are Not Looking Good For The Chugh’s!

“My lord.” The messenger said, knelling in front of the Chugh king.

“Speak. What is the present condition of the war.” The king asked, though he knew it wasn’t good.

“Yes sir.” He replied.

“We have lost eleventh thousand of our soldiers. General Ironfang has been defeted and in addition, all our orc reinforcements are dead.”

The king’s eyes widened, griiting his teeth, clutching his goblet tightly, worry mixed with horror covered his face.

“S-sent all our reinforcement. All of them! A-and where is the Orc king?” He shouted.

“Sir…” The messengers voice trembled.

“What?” He growled.

“Sir… The Orc King has…” He said, voice trembling, “ran away.”

He leaned back in his, his hand raised to rub his face, “That stupid orc…” He muttered under his breath.

“Now go! Why’re you just staring at my face!” He shouted again.

“Yes sir!” The mesenger left in a hurry.

As he left the tent, he saw Kin was outside, eavesdropping. The messenger bowed respectfully and left.

Kin entered in a hurry, “Father… What’re we going to do now?”

“Shut up!”

Kin froze. Then he started panicking, as he clutched his head, scratching.

“They’ll kill us. They’ll kill us…” He repeated.

“You think I don’t know that?” He cried. He leaned back in his chair, “I don’t know what to do. I shouldn’t had listened to your wish of marrying that bitch.”

“Huh!” Kin shouted, “Now it’s my fault. Don’t talk like you didn’t wanted to take over them.”

“Just get out of here!” The king shouted at him.

Kin clenched his fist at his sides, trembling, but reluctantly he left, muttering something inaudible.

“Damn it! Damn it all!” The king slapped his fist on the handle of his chair.

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“I am not dying. Not diying. Not today.” Kin muttered.

He walked through the camp, toward his tent. He is scared, he is pathetic, he is everything a man shouldn’t be.

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Groth charged toward Kroth and Kroth roared back. The battlefield shook with their clash, blood and dirt flying around.

Groth ducked Kroth’s swing, then grabbed his arm, then yanked and slammed his knee in his chest. Kroth growled, grabbed his beard and head butted him hard. Both staggered, snarling.

“Strong.” Kroth growled.

“Not strong enought.” Groth spat, whipping blood from his lips.

They crashed together, fists pounding into ribs and guts. Kroth swung wide, Groth ducked, tackled him, both rolling through mud and corpses.

Groth grabbed a spear, snapped it, and pierced the broke shaft into his thigh. Groth growled, pulling the shaft off his thigh, and smacked Groth across his face with the broken shaft.

Groth spat blood, then swung low, hammering Kroth’s knee. Kroth stumbled back, but countered with a vicious uppercut, sending Groth a step back

Kroth grinned, “Is that all you had?”

“Not in a thousand years.”

Groth charged, shoulder-first, slamming Kroth against a half-broken wagon. Wood cracked under their weight. Kroth grabbed the wagon wheel, ripped it free, and swung it like a club. Groth blocked with his forearm, bones screaming, but pushed through, smashing a fist into Kroth’s chest so hard he coughed blood.

They grabbed each other’s arm, muscles straining, snarling face to face. “This is… A fight.” Kroth smiled, eyes blazing.

“Damn right.”

He jerked Kroth forward, slammed his forehead into his skull, once, twice. Kroth stumbled, shaking it off with a laugh.

They grappled again, fists turning each other’s ribs into pulp. Groth shoved Kroth’s head down, drove a knee into his jaw, then twisted him around and rammed his face into the side of a burning cart. Blood trailed down from Kroth’s horn. Kroth roared, grabbed Groth by his shoulder, and flipped him over his shoulder into the ground.

Groth rolled, grabbed a fistful of dirt and threw into his eyes.

Kroth closed his eyes, swinging blindly. Groth dodged, cirlced him and slammed into his spine, Making him stumbled forward.

Groth pounch, climbing onto Kroth’s back, wrapping an arm around his neck. Groth stumbled, elobowing him.

Kroth slammed him down, breaking the hold, then stomped his chest, ribs cracking. Groth coughed blood, grabbed Kroth’s ankle, and twisted, sending him down. Both scrambled up, fists swinging again.

Groth grabbed Kroth’s horn, yanked him, and smashed an elbow into his s jaw. Kroth spit and tooth and grinned.

“Good.” Kroth slammed his forehead into Groth’s face.

Groth stumbled back, wiped blood off, then roared, charging in with a brutal flurry. Left hook, right hook, uppercut, body shot, spinning backfist. Kroth blocked some, ate others, laughing through the pain.

Kroth grabbed Groth’s arm mid-swing and flipped him over his shoulder again, but Groth landed on his feet, low stance, and speared him with a double leg tackle, slamming him into the ground.

They rolled, punching, biting, clawing. Groth grabbed Kroth’s arm, wrenched it, snapping his shoulder. Kroth roared in pain but used his good arm to slam Groth’s head into the dirt repeatedly.

Groth headbutted him back, stunned him, then climbed on top, raining down hammerfists. Kroth blocked weakly, smiling through blood.

“Finish it!” Kroth roared, defiant.

Groth roared back, muscles bulging, and landed a crushing punch to Kroth’s jaw. The ground shook under the impact. Kroth’s head whipped back, blood spraying. Groth hit him again. And again. Kroth’s laughter turned into a gurgle.

Around them, soldiers screamed, dying, but neither cared. It was only them.

Groth stood, dragging Kroth up by his horns, both wobbling from exhaustion. Kroth chuckled, blood dripping down his chin. “You’re… strong, brother.”

Groth’s jaw tightened. “Too strong for you.”

With a primal roar, Groth lifted him and slammed him into a shattered boulder. The rock cracked. Kroth slumped but grabbed Groth’s beard weakly, smiling.

Groth stepped forward, wrapped his massive hands around Kroth’s head, and slammed his forehead into his skull one last time. Kroth’s eyes rolled back. Groth roared and drove a final punch into Kroth’s chest, straight into his heart.

Kroth coughed blood, smiling wide even as his life faded. “Good… fight…”

Groth’s fists trembled, knuckles split, breathing ragged. He let Kroth slump to the ground. Groth body was still, a grin frozen on his face.

Groth staggered back, barely standing. Blood dripped from his mouth, his vision blurring. He raised his fist to the sky, roaring in victory, then dropped to his knees, collapsing beside Kroth’s body.

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The reinforcement came in full force. Armed hobgoblin, with axe, spear, swords except mazes, as all of them were under Vegia, and they were fighting for the Grimclaws now.

Still… This couldn’t increase the morals of the hobgoblin shoulders. They knew they were defeated. All the general who could fight were defeated too.

“This is going to be the last wave.” Adrish said.

“We have won already.” Thristle said.

“Let’s not get to hesty. We haven’t won yet.” Arisha said.

“Master…” Luna said.

“What Luna?” Aiden replied, smirking.

“Whoever kills the most, will get a kiss from you as a reward.”

Arisha blushed, “Don’t give him ideas.”

Thristle giggled.

“Mii~” Which could mean anthting from I don’t get what you say to I am hungry.

“I’ll give you all the kisses you all want. However you want. Just say the word.” Aiden teased.

Meanwhile…

“You want a kiss too?” Adrish teased to Aurora.

“W-what? Wouldn’t that be like marriage?” Aurora asked softy, poking two fingers together, blushing.

“What? You don’t want to be my wife?” Adrish teased, smirking.

Aurora looked away, blushing, “I- I didn’t said that.”

“Then what you said?”

“S-shut up. Focus on the fight.” Aurora cried, blushing furiously.

“Alright. Alright. Later I guess.” Adrish laughed, trying to put his focus back into the fight.

“Guys… Let’s dance.” Aiden shouted.

They all rushed toward the army, along with the goblin forces. Aiden went in first, slicing through Hobgoblin after hobgoblin in a flash, they aren’t getting any change to save themselves.

Luna sliced through with her claws, soldiers falling on eafter another. Thristle used her maritial art, using her bare hands to grabbed onto their armed hands, and punching them hard to loose consciousness.

Arisha didn’t need to move. Her sword sliced through each enemy as they were clay.

Adrish lunged at each enemy with his spear, killing of each with no effort.

Fluffynugget just did his usual thing. Sparkling dropping and bodies flying.

Both Vegia and Lindash amd their army used spells to blast of hords of soldiers. More that 100 diying in each successive use.

Aiden shouted, “Stormsurge!”

The soldier were taken in a storm, flying in the air, before thrown away in full force.

The soldier populationwere less than half of what they were. The Goblin’s sides had losses buy not as massive as the Hobgoblin.

The soldiers reached the Chugh’s battle camp.

They surroundered the healers, the camps. They entered the kings tent, surrounding them, pointing their weapons at him.

“Hrothgar Chugh.” King Kragg said with his deep and intimating voice, “There’s now where to go. Your army is defeated. Do you surrender?”

“We surrender.” The Chugh king said, scared, panicking, leaning onto his chair.

Outside the soldiers, restraint the healers. The camp were now under them.

They had finally won the war. Cheers erupted from within the goblinarmy.

Arisha, Thristle and Luna were bouncing, before hugging onto Aiden from every side.

“We finally won!” His women said in unison.

Few yards away, Aurora suddenly hugged Adrish, “Sir… Finally… It’s over. No more killing.”

Adrish didn’t teased, but starting petting her head. “Yes.. Finally.” He said softly.

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END OF Chapter : 81 : THINGS ARE NOT LOOKING GOOD FOR THE CHUGH’S!

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