Chapter Seventy-nine: Jhogwins.
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~~~Ko Bharbo, Fourth Moon, 277 AC~~~
~~~Bazar~~~
"Shields up!" I shouted at the top of my lungs when I saw in the distance how Endoxes, the king's dragon, was enraged and starting to raze the city. It had been proven that they had attacked the king.
For those reasons, I prepared my legion for combat, the only possible path.
Looking at my shining armor, I clenched the handle of my arakh tighter while the sight of those huge firewyrms filled me with courage for the possible confrontation. Thanks to them, we could cross under the almost endless Bone Mountain, a monstrosity of a mountain that was only surpassed by the mountains surrounding Xandar.
As the witches and my king called them, the firewyrms used their fire breath as a mountain cry to open a gaping hole under the earth for the Horde to pass unnoticed and in no time. Thanks to the shining armor of our sacred horses and us, withstanding the high temperatures of the firewyrms was a simple task.
And thanks to the remaining fire still burning in the hole underground, vision was not impaired, making it through the tunnel without a problem.
And now, we were on the other side of the Bone Mountains, a place no Khalasar had ever reached, but by now, I was no longer surprised by that, for the Stallion Who Mounts the World had made the khalasar reach places never before expected.
He had made the khalasar ravage the weak men behind its yellow walls, conquered the Great Sea of Death, and led the khalasar to conquer new lands.
That filled me with extreme confidence in our victory, which was assured by having our king, our Khal.
Once Endoxes began to destroy the enemy city, all those warriors with spiky heads formed up, and in a tidal wave, they came running from everywhere, with thousands upon thousands of them arriving in the fury of combat. Meanwhile, the Horde remained static, as it was not our time to advance.
Looking towards the huge creature that had allowed us passage to new lands, I observed the woman who had permission to control the creature. Valery, a witch in command of the king, carried a strange glowing book in her hands, with which she had been controlling the creature.
Seeing how the hundreds of thousands of warriors trotted on their painted horses at our meeting, she walked to the front of the Horde and began to control the creature near her.
That one, along with the three other fire worms that other witches controlled, began to crawl toward the front of the Horde as members of the legions moved aside to give them space and not be crushed.
Once the four firewyrms reached the front of the Horde, Valery and the other witches gave the order, and as if hell itself had descended to earth, the air around the firewyrms could be seen to distort from the intense heat.
And soon, each of the four firewyrms opened their huge jaws and let out their fire breath, launching four huge torrents of liquid flames toward the enemy warriors, charring and exterminating each one.
The fire breath of the firewyrms lasted only half a minute, but it was enough to wipe out a large portion of the warriors advancing toward us, forcing them to retreat and wait.
After the attack, the firewyrms did not advance but waited as well. Without orders from the king, the witches were only allowed to safeguard the protection of the Horde but not to attack if we were not threatened, so now it was time to wait for the king.
However, a noise from beyond the grave was heard, and an endless wailing was heard. The trees rustled, and a strong wind began to blow. At the same time, strong tremors were felt from the direction of the Mountains behind us.
Soon, accompanied by the strong winds and the tremors, more than two dozen huge monstrosities could be seen running from the mountains.
The... Standing over ten meters tall, Monsters made me think that golems had arrived from Xandar, but that was not the case. Aside from their enormous sizes, their bodies were like huge stone structures.
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"They are Jhogwins," one of the Dothraki under my command exclaimed, surprised that the beings of our legends still existed since, according to them, they had become extinct years ago, with only the huge bones as proof of their existence.
But now, more than thirty were running towards us, and it didn't matter if they were said to be extinct because now, as they were against us, I would see to it that they were extinguished once and for all.
[athchomari yeraan yeri fonolat Jhogwins jin lekh-tiholat (Use enchanted arrows, stop those Jhogwins at all costs and kill them)] I ordered, seeing that the Jhogwins were getting closer and closer to us.
Immediately, my warriors did as I ordered and, with the help of their bows, launched thousands of enchanted arrows towards the stone giants.
However, the arrows did not have the expected result. They bounced off the bodies of the Jhogwins, only slowing them down but not stopping them altogether.
And if that kept up, those Jhogwins would reach us pretty soon.
"Ko Bharbo!" While witnessing the situation, Valery approached me and ordered, "We will mobilize the firewyrms to hold these giants off long enough until the king arrives."
"That will allow the Jhogos Nhai to advance," I finished for her, watching as she nodded.
"Don't worry about us. You guys stop those things, and we'll take care of these strange heads," I assured her, giving her a free hand to operate without distraction. "Okay," Valery replied, then grabbed a horse and headed towards where the Jhogwins were approaching.
For my part, I took a horn that communicated between the other Ko and me. Taking courage for the upcoming battle, I blew the horn, receiving the sound of the other horns from the other Kos.
Taking the horse and making it rearing up, I motivated it to advance, being closely followed by my legion, while the other Ko also advanced their legions. Mobilizing the entire Horde in its full splendor.
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"Sprarsh!"
The exchange of forces soon ensued as the Horde crashed into the charge of the Jhogos Nhai, who, once they saw that the firewyrms were busy dealing with the Jhogwins, decided to resume their charge.
The surprising thing was that when they made contact with the Horde, the front ranks were pushed back with enormous force as if they had collided with the sea's waves, pushing them against the shore.
It was the product of some spell or other strange thing the witches did to the armor, which helped in the battle and helped us withstand the heat of the firewyrms. And while I wasn't too fond of the ugly glow they gave off, I had to say they were very useful.
"Hahahahaha!" I laughed madly as I cut off the first head, feeling refreshed again. Fighting against strong warriors filled my Dothraki spirit. Driven by bloodlust, I did what I did best: kill anyone who was against my Khal or me.
Still, I could not be complacent. The strength and speed brought to us by the potions the witches were in charge of giving us gave us an advantage, but the number of Jhogos Nhai warriors was so high that they outnumbered us eight times.
But I did not surrender, and neither did my legion. We would slay every enemy that rose against our envoy of the Great Stallion, even if it meant my death. The battle came to a stalemate, and although the Horde was better in terms of unity and physical attributes, the hundreds of thousands of Jhogos Nhai warriors overwhelmed us.
We started losing ground, forcing us to move closer and closer to where the firewyrms were fighting the Jhogwins, something that would not suit us, as we would be left in the middle of their battle, causing Horde Honey to die.
"Hang on, sons of the Great Stallion!" I shouted, taking more lives from everyone who came to my arakh. Even if we die today, we will take these sheep mounts to hell!" My comment raised the mood, motivating the Horde to fight back and thus avoid losing further ground.
Fortunately, our Khal gave us his help when we needed it most. When he flew past us on his winged mount, his breath rained down on the pointy-headed ones. Thus, it gives us more ground and makes it back to the slaughter.