War

"Dear mother, why are you calling for an audience in such a manner?" Cullen Azog asked after his return to the Chieftain's Audience Hall. By the time he came back with Elder Roas, Tarzul and Salias were already here waiting impatiently.

"Child, you'll have to stop playing around. There's no time for you to waste here to slowly grow your army. Quickly gather your force and give a big push towards the Abomination and get rid of them." Rosie Cullen's tone lacks the hint of consideration and manner as she speaks.

But she does have the right to speak like this.

She's not only the birth mother of Cullen Azog, the chieftain of this tribe, but also the motherly figure to the two other orcs here since birth until now.

"Mother, why? Didn't we develop well in these few months? Is there a need to forcefully push everything forward?" Cullen Azog asked.

"Is there a reason? Can your child know what's the reason behind your words?" Cullen Azog is clueless about what he had to do, but since it was his mother's wish, he would have to go for it even if it was a mistake.

"It will take too long for me to talk about it. Just remember that there's a word that went from one continent to another." Rosie Cullen said.

"Wherever the Blood Legion goes, River flows. The blood is eternal," she said before turning around and leave.

"Mother..." Cullen Azog wanted to stop his mother but found no reason for him to keep her around. With only Tarzul and Salias left in this hall with him, Cullen Azog sighed.

"Grun-Thar! Chieftain, what should we do?" Salias asked. He wanted to act though right now, but there was a shiver in his heart after listening to Rosie Cullen's word. Although it was just a simple two-line sentence, there's a considerable threat coming out from just mentioning it.

"Mother's word hardly wrong. I also wanted to see what was making mother so worried. Tarzul, Salias, gather all soldiers and attack the Abomination with all our might. Destroy them to the last drop of blood." Cullen Azog ordered.

"Oh... I will participate in this battle as well," he added before getting back into his private chamber.

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Three days later.

The Army of Scales was busy searching around for food as they move in a large pack. But never in their wildest dream that there was a day their "Food" was looking for them.

Their number was ten times less than the total size of the pack.

But it was a complete massacre as a torrent of flame mark the start of a battle. In less than half-hour, the entire pack of the Scales abomination was turned into nothing but ashes that scattered along this green, verdant plains.

Such an incident happened not only once or twice. It lasted for an entire month, which caused considerable damage to the Army of Scales.

From one in a day, it ended up into two, three, and the most serious one was five packs were destroyed in a single day. By the time the Hive Mind notices that something big is happening, it immediately summoned all its available forces to return and fortify its position.

Because the command was delivered simply without further consideration, the Army of Scales doesn't even notice that they were followed.

"Chieftain, we've finally found their Hive." Tarzul excitedly said as he stands right in front of Cullen Azog. He looked entirely different from a month ago. The current Tarzul was almost fully protected by the power armor all over his body.

Right now, only a finishing touch was needed as Cullen Azog was refining the last bit of Abominaculm from the Allforge to create Tarzul's headgear.

"How many of them are around the hive?" Cullen Azog asked without turning his head around to look at his fellow tribesmen. There were even members from another tribe who were here waiting for his next order.

Everyone here had a few similarities. First of all, was their ability to harness the Exalt Force. As for the second similarity, it was how they're equipped. Even the least protected individual here had over three pieces of Abominaculm Gears on him.

During the one month time, their numbers grew too. While new orcs were being born, there were pregnancies reported daily. Under Rosie Cullen's forceful persuasion, it seems that the females that were taken into the tribe were highly motivated to fulfill the duty of a mother.

This made Arcadians boom in their population again, reaching around five thousand people in a flash. Although it would take more time for their military strength to follow, security seems to be the least of their concern right now. After all, most of the able males are fighting in the frontline.

"In our estimation... Two hundred thousand abomination soldiers." a female elf speaks. She would be practically seen naked if her breast and bum weren't protected by the Abominaculm armor made by Cullen Azog.

"Two hundred? That's all?" Cullen Azog asked. From his tone, he seems to be not satisfied with the number. With his power and number grow more powerful than before, his thirst for Abominaculm has grown too.

There's also the problem with their production of Exalt Broth. Without sufficient Exalt Broth, it would be hard for him to create Exalt-capable individuals, such as Edward Pinnacle, Ziggy, and this elf.

"Chieftain. May I throw in another sentence? High-Quality soldiers?" the elf continued.

"Oh?" her words seem to caught Cullen Azog's attention as it made him stop what he was doing and turned around. Walking straight to the elf's side and grabbing her over with his right arm, Cullen Azog pulled her to his ears.

"Speak." Cullen Azog said.

"The nest stopped creating fodders. It was swarming with Scale Mutant Horn, Nightmares, and Champions. Our scouts also noticed a few uniques." the female elf whispered by Cullen Azog's ear.

"Good... Good..." Cullen Azog praised her.

"Finish this war. After this, I'll make sure that you have your fill, Eleanor..." Cullen Azog threw her off from him as he returned to his position.

"Move out. Slaughter the Army of Scales," he said.