Chapter 66
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As his vision faded to black, Aerwyn was ripped back to his true eyes. He jolted upright, startling Rin in the process.
"Kwee?" Rin gave Aerwyn a curious look as he held his throat and got his erratic breathing under control. Ignoring her, he closed his eyes and entered the darkness once more, ordering all the undead who were out collecting equipment to return to him as soon as possible.
"...EVERYONE ASSEMBLE!" He roared aloud the moment he opened his eyes again.
As the camp began bustling with activity Aerwyn's thoughts raced. The memory of Velk's little excursion north was still fresh in his mind and now he would be facing many, many more orcs. It wasn't only a lesser orc caught scavenging and unprepared for an attack either this time. He needed to warn Setrhyn as soon as possible but the orcs were only a few hours away.
Even if he sent Rorik running at his top speed he wouldn't arrive at Setrhyn before the orcs arrived and even if he was faster it wasn't like the orcs would just let Rorik run past them unabated. The jakku might be able to make it there in time but they couldn't speak thus they wouldn't be able to relay any necessary information.
"...Paper. You! Find me something i can write with! NOW!" Aerwyn called out to one of the human undead that was forming up before him. He felt stupid that it had taken him so long to realize he could just send a message. He rubbed his forehead in frustration as the undead human obeyed his command and ran back to the boats.
The elves must've been awoken due to the commotion as they began trickling out of their tents to find out what was going on so late into the night but Aerwyn didn't have anytime to deal with them right now. He called over the jakku once the undead human returned with a piece of writing charcoal and some parchment, he quickly wrote out the relevant information before looking to hand the scroll to one of the jakku only to realize they had no way of holding it.
Jakku didn't have anything akin to fingers or claws and if he just put the scroll in the creatures mouth it's saliva would make the scroll unreadable by the time it reached Setrhyn. Turning his gaze to the human who had retrieved the parchment, he scanned the soldiers body, grabbing the leather string from from his boot and using it to tie the scroll to the jakku's neck.
"Go to Setrhyn as fast as you can and deliver that to Tylin... Notify me as soon as the village is within your sights. I want one of you to stay here and watch the prisoners while the rest are to follow the orc's movements. I want you to keep an eye on them but take care to stay out of their sight." Aerwyn ordered as Erit approached him from behind.
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"What's going on master?" She asked curiously.
As the jakku flew off, Aerwyn took a quick glance around him. His undead had already gathered and the elves were now all out of their tents throwing him curious stares.
"Orcs are marching to Setrhyn as we speak, around five hundred of them." Aerwyn spoke loud enough for the elves to hear and their sleepy expressions rapidly stiffened. He spotted Semmy and walked closer to him as he continued.
"I need the elves to watch the ships and the prisoners while i go deal with the orcs. Can i leave it to you?"
"Mhmm." Semmy nodded.
"I wish to join you." As Aerwyn turned to walk back over to his undead another elf stepped forward and called out to him. Aerwyn was caught by surprise, he didn't expect them to want to fight after their defeat at Lyr.
"Me too." Another stepped forward as Aerwyn turned back around.
"I as well." More and more stepped forward until there was nearly forty of them standing before him all wearing expressions showing their resolve.
"...You don't have to risk your lives, stay here and rest." Aerwyn spoke as politely as he could without making it seem like they were unneeded.
"You said it yourself, the Fae'Laran are strong. We cannot sit idly by as our brothers and sisters in Setrhyn fight." The elf that spoke threw Aerwyn's words from yesterday back at him, putting him on the spot.
Aerwyn was torn, this wasn't a good thing for him and there was little time for such a debate. He was already going to arrive at Setrhyn late due to the goblins speed but at least the goblins didn't need rest. Aerwyn couldn't be certain about all of them but he was sure most of those who've stepped forward only fought their first battle when Lyr was attacked. They would only slow him down and provide little support when the battle actually started. Aerwyn stayed quiet and mulled over it for a moment before speaking.
"...Very well, but if you cannot keep up i will not wait for you. We won't be stopping until we see the whites of the orc's eyes. Grab some weapons from the ships if you don't already have one. We leave in ten minutes."
Aerwyn mounted his zin beetle after he finished speaking and rode it over to where Earl Abery and Pontus were standing. He didn't know much about orcs outside of what he heard from Gebb and all Gebb had told him was that true orcs were far scarier than lesser ones.
"I only know that there are two types of orcs but is there anything else i should know about them?"
"They are savage fighters with incredible strength, often having the power of two or more men behind their swings. Their skin is tough to pierce and almost acts as an extra layer of armor. A thrust that would run a man through would barely make it ten centimeters through orc flesh. They have two hearts so they are difficult to put down for good and they are highly resistant to magic." Pontus spoke as if reciting an encyclopedia from memory.
"Resistant to magic? How?" Aerwyn asked with his head cocked to the side.
"Orcs cannot become mages due to not possessing the inherent ability to control mana outside of their bodies, however they are masters of controlling mana within their own bodies. They use their mana to make their own flesh a shield of sorts, protecting them from most forms of magic. For instance if a fireball hits the naked chest of an orc, they may be knocked down by the blast but there would be little actual damage done. They would be able to continue fighting very quickly unlike most other races."
Aerwyn wondered whether or not that resistance would encompass his power as well. If it did, that would make turning the orcs undead via flame lances improbable and with his arm still mangled from Pontus's earth spike, he wouldn't be able to fight in melee. Not that he would if he could, if orcs were truly two or three times stronger than humans he stood absolutely no chance. A single orc blow would crumple him like a twig since even a normal human soldier was able to send him flying off his mount during the battle of Setrhyn.
The elves were ready by the time he finished going over his thoughts. A few had bows and quivers while the majority were now using swords and shields. What's more, their numbers had grown with another two dozen joining in, bringing up the elves numbers to around sixty. Curiously, none chose to wear the chain mail armor that was piled up on the ships. Whether that was because sprinting in the heavy armor would prove difficult or because it countered their natural elven agility, Aerwyn assumed they knew better than he and let them be.
Aerwyn rode over to Semmy to leave some parting words with him and the rest of the elves.
"If any of the human prisoners try to escape you can kill them all. It's imperative that not a single one be allowed to escape under any circumstances."
"Mhmm." Semmy nodded only making noise through his closed lips as usual.
"Good, well be back in a day or two. Take care until then."
Aerwyn turned and rode through the ranks of his undead, charging into the forest while the undead quickly followed behind him as he passed. After two hours the sun began peeking over the horizon and Aerwyn decided to check the progress of the jakku while he rode onwards towards Setrhyn. He connected to the four that he sent to follow the orcs army and choosing one, looked through it's eyes.
They had reached the orcs who were now only a few kilometers outside of Setrhyn. The dense forest would slow any army, even his undead weren't without issue traversing it but it wasn't slowing the orcs down enough. He didn't have enough jakku this time to slow them down either so all he could do was helplessly watch as they grew ever closer to Setrhyn.
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As his vision faded to black, Aerwyn was ripped back to his true eyes. He jolted upright, startling Rin in the process.
"Kwee?" Rin gave Aerwyn a curious look as he held his throat and got his erratic breathing under control. Ignoring her, he closed his eyes and entered the darkness once more, ordering all the undead who were out collecting equipment to return to him as soon as possible.
"...EVERYONE ASSEMBLE!" He roared aloud the moment he opened his eyes again.
As the camp began bustling with activity Aerwyn's thoughts raced. The memory of Velk's little excursion north was still fresh in his mind and now he would be facing many, many more orcs. It wasn't only a lesser orc caught scavenging and unprepared for an attack either this time. He needed to warn Setrhyn as soon as possible but the orcs were only a few hours away.
Even if he sent Rorik running at his top speed he wouldn't arrive at Setrhyn before the orcs arrived and even if he was faster it wasn't like the orcs would just let Rorik run past them unabated. The jakku might be able to make it there in time but they couldn't speak thus they wouldn't be able to relay any necessary information.
"...Paper. You! Find me something i can write with! NOW!" Aerwyn called out to one of the human undead that was forming up before him. He felt stupid that it had taken him so long to realize he could just send a message. He rubbed his forehead in frustration as the undead human obeyed his command and ran back to the boats.
The elves must've been awoken due to the commotion as they began trickling out of their tents to find out what was going on so late into the night but Aerwyn didn't have anytime to deal with them right now. He called over the jakku once the undead human returned with a piece of writing charcoal and some parchment, he quickly wrote out the relevant information before looking to hand the scroll to one of the jakku only to realize they had no way of holding it.
Jakku didn't have anything akin to fingers or claws and if he just put the scroll in the creatures mouth it's saliva would make the scroll unreadable by the time it reached Setrhyn. Turning his gaze to the human who had retrieved the parchment, he scanned the soldiers body, grabbing the leather string from from his boot and using it to tie the scroll to the jakku's neck.
"Go to Setrhyn as fast as you can and deliver that to Tylin... Notify me as soon as the village is within your sights. I want one of you to stay here and watch the prisoners while the rest are to follow the orc's movements. I want you to keep an eye on them but take care to stay out of their sight." Aerwyn ordered as Erit approached him from behind.
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"What's going on master?" She asked curiously.
As the jakku flew off, Aerwyn took a quick glance around him. His undead had already gathered and the elves were now all out of their tents throwing him curious stares.
"Orcs are marching to Setrhyn as we speak, around five hundred of them." Aerwyn spoke loud enough for the elves to hear and their sleepy expressions rapidly stiffened. He spotted Semmy and walked closer to him as he continued.
"I need the elves to watch the ships and the prisoners while i go deal with the orcs. Can i leave it to you?"
"Mhmm." Semmy nodded.
"I wish to join you." As Aerwyn turned to walk back over to his undead another elf stepped forward and called out to him. Aerwyn was caught by surprise, he didn't expect them to want to fight after their defeat at Lyr.
"Me too." Another stepped forward as Aerwyn turned back around.
"I as well." More and more stepped forward until there was nearly forty of them standing before him all wearing expressions showing their resolve.
"...You don't have to risk your lives, stay here and rest." Aerwyn spoke as politely as he could without making it seem like they were unneeded.
"You said it yourself, the Fae'Laran are strong. We cannot sit idly by as our brothers and sisters in Setrhyn fight." The elf that spoke threw Aerwyn's words from yesterday back at him, putting him on the spot.
Aerwyn was torn, this wasn't a good thing for him and there was little time for such a debate. He was already going to arrive at Setrhyn late due to the goblins speed but at least the goblins didn't need rest. Aerwyn couldn't be certain about all of them but he was sure most of those who've stepped forward only fought their first battle when Lyr was attacked. They would only slow him down and provide little support when the battle actually started. Aerwyn stayed quiet and mulled over it for a moment before speaking.
"...Very well, but if you cannot keep up i will not wait for you. We won't be stopping until we see the whites of the orc's eyes. Grab some weapons from the ships if you don't already have one. We leave in ten minutes."
Aerwyn mounted his zin beetle after he finished speaking and rode it over to where Earl Abery and Pontus were standing. He didn't know much about orcs outside of what he heard from Gebb and all Gebb had told him was that true orcs were far scarier than lesser ones.
"I only know that there are two types of orcs but is there anything else i should know about them?"
"They are savage fighters with incredible strength, often having the power of two or more men behind their swings. Their skin is tough to pierce and almost acts as an extra layer of armor. A thrust that would run a man through would barely make it ten centimeters through orc flesh. They have two hearts so they are difficult to put down for good and they are highly resistant to magic." Pontus spoke as if reciting an encyclopedia from memory.
"Resistant to magic? How?" Aerwyn asked with his head cocked to the side.
"Orcs cannot become mages due to not possessing the inherent ability to control mana outside of their bodies, however they are masters of controlling mana within their own bodies. They use their mana to make their own flesh a shield of sorts, protecting them from most forms of magic. For instance if a fireball hits the naked chest of an orc, they may be knocked down by the blast but there would be little actual damage done. They would be able to continue fighting very quickly unlike most other races."
Aerwyn wondered whether or not that resistance would encompass his power as well. If it did, that would make turning the orcs undead via flame lances improbable and with his arm still mangled from Pontus's earth spike, he wouldn't be able to fight in melee. Not that he would if he could, if orcs were truly two or three times stronger than humans he stood absolutely no chance. A single orc blow would crumple him like a twig since even a normal human soldier was able to send him flying off his mount during the battle of Setrhyn.
The elves were ready by the time he finished going over his thoughts. A few had bows and quivers while the majority were now using swords and shields. What's more, their numbers had grown with another two dozen joining in, bringing up the elves numbers to around sixty. Curiously, none chose to wear the chain mail armor that was piled up on the ships. Whether that was because sprinting in the heavy armor would prove difficult or because it countered their natural elven agility, Aerwyn assumed they knew better than he and let them be.
Aerwyn rode over to Semmy to leave some parting words with him and the rest of the elves.
"If any of the human prisoners try to escape you can kill them all. It's imperative that not a single one be allowed to escape under any circumstances."
"Mhmm." Semmy nodded only making noise through his closed lips as usual.
"Good, well be back in a day or two. Take care until then."
Aerwyn turned and rode through the ranks of his undead, charging into the forest while the undead quickly followed behind him as he passed. After two hours the sun began peeking over the horizon and Aerwyn decided to check the progress of the jakku while he rode onwards towards Setrhyn. He connected to the four that he sent to follow the orcs army and choosing one, looked through it's eyes.
They had reached the orcs who were now only a few kilometers outside of Setrhyn. The dense forest would slow any army, even his undead weren't without issue traversing it but it wasn't slowing the orcs down enough. He didn't have enough jakku this time to slow them down either so all he could do was helplessly watch as they grew ever closer to Setrhyn.
As his vision faded to black, Aerwyn was ripped back to his true eyes. He jolted upright, startling Rin in the process."Kwee?" Rin gave Aerwyn a curious look as he held his throat and got his erratic breathing under control. Ignoring her, he closed his eyes and entered the darkness once more, ordering all the undead who were out collecting equipment to return to him as soon as possible."...EVERYONE ASSEMBLE!" He roared aloud the moment he opened his eyes again.As the camp began bustling with activity Aerwyn's thoughts raced. The memory of Velk's little excursion north was still fresh in his mind and now he would be facing many, many more orcs. It wasn't only a lesser orc caught scavenging and unprepared for an attack either this time. He needed to warn Setrhyn as soon as possible but the orcs were only a few hours away.Even if he sent Rorik running at his top speed he wouldn't arrive at Setrhyn before the orcs arrived and even if he was faster it wasn't like the orcs would just let Rorik run past them unabated. The jakku might be able to make it there in time but they couldn't speak thus they wouldn't be able to relay any necessary information."...Paper. You! Find me something i can write with! NOW!" Aerwyn called out to one of the human undead that was forming up before him. He felt stupid that it had taken him so long to realize he could just send a message. He rubbed his forehead in frustration as the undead human obeyed his command and ran back to the boats.The elves must've been awoken due to the commotion as they began trickling out of their tents to find out what was going on so late into the night but Aerwyn didn't have anytime to deal with them right now. He called over the jakku once the undead human returned with a piece of writing charcoal and some parchment, he quickly wrote out the relevant information before looking to hand the scroll to one of the jakku only to realize they had no way of holding it.Jakku didn't have anything akin to fingers or claws and if he just put the scroll in the creatures mouth it's saliva would make the scroll unreadable by the time it reached Setrhyn. Turning his gaze to the human who had retrieved the parchment, he scanned the soldiers body, grabbing the leather string from from his boot and using it to tie the scroll to the jakku's neck."Go to Setrhyn as fast as you can and deliver that to Tylin... Notify me as soon as the village is within your sights. I want one of you to stay here and watch the prisoners while the rest are to follow the orc's movements. I want you to keep an eye on them but take care to stay out of their sight." Aerwyn ordered as Erit approached him from behind. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. "What's going on master?" She asked curiously.As the jakku flew off, Aerwyn took a quick glance around him. His undead had already gathered and the elves were now all out of their tents throwing him curious stares."Orcs are marching to Setrhyn as we speak, around five hundred of them." Aerwyn spoke loud enough for the elves to hear and their sleepy expressions rapidly stiffened. He spotted Semmy and walked closer to him as he continued."I need the elves to watch the ships and the prisoners while i go deal with the orcs. Can i leave it to you?""Mhmm." Semmy nodded."I wish to join you." As Aerwyn turned to walk back over to his undead another elf stepped forward and called out to him. Aerwyn was caught by surprise, he didn't expect them to want to fight after their defeat at Lyr."Me too." Another stepped forward as Aerwyn turned back around."I as well." More and more stepped forward until there was nearly forty of them standing before him all wearing expressions showing their resolve."...You don't have to risk your lives, stay here and rest." Aerwyn spoke as politely as he could without making it seem like they were unneeded."You said it yourself, the Fae'Laran are strong. We cannot sit idly by as our brothers and sisters in Setrhyn fight." The elf that spoke threw Aerwyn's words from yesterday back at him, putting him on the spot.Aerwyn was torn, this wasn't a good thing for him and there was little time for such a debate. He was already going to arrive at Setrhyn late due to the goblins speed but at least the goblins didn't need rest. Aerwyn couldn't be certain about all of them but he was sure most of those who've stepped forward only fought their first battle when Lyr was attacked. They would only slow him down and provide little support when the battle actually started. Aerwyn stayed quiet and mulled over it for a moment before speaking."...Very well, but if you cannot keep up i will not wait for you. We won't be stopping until we see the whites of the orc's eyes. Grab some weapons from the ships if you don't already have one. We leave in ten minutes."Aerwyn mounted his zin beetle after he finished speaking and rode it over to where Earl Abery and Pontus were standing. He didn't know much about orcs outside of what he heard from Gebb and all Gebb had told him was that true orcs were far scarier than lesser ones."I only know that there are two types of orcs but is there anything else i should know about them?""They are savage fighters with incredible strength, often having the power of two or more men behind their swings. Their skin is tough to pierce and almost acts as an extra layer of armor. A thrust that would run a man through would barely make it ten centimeters through orc flesh. They have two hearts so they are difficult to put down for good and they are highly resistant to magic." Pontus spoke as if reciting an encyclopedia from memory."Resistant to magic? How?" Aerwyn asked with his head cocked to the side."Orcs cannot become mages due to not possessing the inherent ability to control mana outside of their bodies, however they are masters of controlling mana within their own bodies. They use their mana to make their own flesh a shield of sorts, protecting them from most forms of magic. For instance if a fireball hits the naked chest of an orc, they may be knocked down by the blast but there would be little actual damage done. They would be able to continue fighting very quickly unlike most other races."Aerwyn wondered whether or not that resistance would encompass his power as well. If it did, that would make turning the orcs undead via flame lances improbable and with his arm still mangled from Pontus's earth spike, he wouldn't be able to fight in melee. Not that he would if he could, if orcs were truly two or three times stronger than humans he stood absolutely no chance. A single orc blow would crumple him like a twig since even a normal human soldier was able to send him flying off his mount during the battle of Setrhyn.The elves were ready by the time he finished going over his thoughts. A few had bows and quivers while the majority were now using swords and shields. What's more, their numbers had grown with another two dozen joining in, bringing up the elves numbers to around sixty. Curiously, none chose to wear the chain mail armor that was piled up on the ships. Whether that was because sprinting in the heavy armor would prove difficult or because it countered their natural elven agility, Aerwyn assumed they knew better than he and let them be.Aerwyn rode over to Semmy to leave some parting words with him and the rest of the elves."If any of the human prisoners try to escape you can kill them all. It's imperative that not a single one be allowed to escape under any circumstances.""Mhmm." Semmy nodded only making noise through his closed lips as usual."Good, well be back in a day or two. Take care until then."Aerwyn turned and rode through the ranks of his undead, charging into the forest while the undead quickly followed behind him as he passed. After two hours the sun began peeking over the horizon and Aerwyn decided to check the progress of the jakku while he rode onwards towards Setrhyn. He connected to the four that he sent to follow the orcs army and choosing one, looked through it's eyes.They had reached the orcs who were now only a few kilometers outside of Setrhyn. The dense forest would slow any army, even his undead weren't without issue traversing it but it wasn't slowing the orcs down enough. He didn't have enough jakku this time to slow them down either so all he could do was helplessly watch as they grew ever closer to Setrhyn.
