Blood Elf Monarch

"If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles" 

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The success of Tristan's plan wasn't just because of his Blood Seal ability. No, there was much thought he put into it in order to make sure the steps were going accordingly.

He knew beforehand that the barbarians who would attack the fort came from three different tribes. What made this information very crucial was another piece of information that came with it.

From Astrid, Tristan came to know that the barbarians were often waging war with each other in their own home, which meant it wouldn't be too unusual if these warriors suddenly changed their target from the enemy to the other tribes amidst the battle.

With this intel which made him as if he was all-knowing, Tristan managed to come up with a plan that would have these three tribes attack each other instead of focusing on the orcs.

Unfortunately, the probable involvement of the Jarl made the plan a little more tricky to be carried out as the Jarl could suddenly take over the command as the supreme commander. If that happened, the chaos and discord Tristan wanted would not happen.

Therefore, he decided to carry out his plan on the eve of the battle, to reduce the chances of the Jarl succeeding in regaining control of the warriors.

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At the moment, the one thousand 'golden horn' warriors were spreaded out on three sides of the fort, ready to launch their assault at the latter. Hundreds of them began to climb up the ladders they had already placed earlier.

"The wall will not hold!!" shouted Karra, as it seemed she was unable to idly stand by.

Currently, the barbarians have begun to swarm the fort walls, fighting ferociously as they tried to make their way inside.

The screams of war, the clash of steel, and the rain of blood already being spilled on top of the walls, proving the cruelness of this battle. Even though countless bodies had fallen in just a few minutes, the battle would not stop until there was a victor.

The orc Gretchins were trying their best to stop the incoming enemy by ceaselessly throwing rocks and spears in hope that the enemy would falter. On the other hand, the barbarians steeled their resolve as they marched through the shower of objects.

"HOLD!!!" Tristan shouted to the female orc not to join the battle on top of the wall. The same thing happened to the grunts as they also weren't allowed to jump to the battle directly. These battle ready orcs all start pushing between each other on the fort yard, raging for battle.

Even so, Tristan ignored their condition and stayed silent because he was waiting for the perfect chance to unleash them.

Tthhhhooeeeettt!!!

While the battle raged fiercely, the atmosphere was suddenly being broken by the long-waited horn that finally sounded. This was the second horn voiced by the other two tribes. Following it was the sudden attack that shocked both the orcs and the barbarians alike.

The sudden combined attack by the two tribes instantly killed more than a hundred of those yellow warriors, and that was not the worst of it. Being suddenly attacked by what they thought were allies quickly created confusion and disorder among the ranks.

To top it off, their fearless leader, Scrall the Tall, who was supposed to guide them during this mess, fell into madness as he started to kill his own men. 

With all of those events combined, a few hundreds of the 'golden horn' ended up lying lifeless on the ground. Most of the corpses showed an expression of disbelief, unable to comprehend and accept what just happened to them.

Seeing the chaos unfolded and going out of control, the Jarl quickly made his move. He climbed on top of his horse and swiftly rushed towards the battlefield followed by his group of personal guards. While doing so, he quickly sounded the horn once again and began to shout out new orders.

However, with all the chaos and things happening on the battlefield, his new order was not easily heard.

In the meantime, Tristan would also not let this precious opportunity go just like that. As soon as he saw the Jarl jump into the battlefield, he quickly gave a sign to Karra.

Seeing his gesture, Karra let out a smile, one of great savagery. That was the signal that she had been waiting for.

Karra shouted her battle cry and the hundred more Grunts behind her quickly followed her, yelling to the top of their lungs. Earlier, they were agitated because they were not allowed to fight. Now that the moment had come and the cue had been fired, they were ready to shine.

"Open the gate!!" Tristan shouted, and then Bofur the dwarf quickly opened it for him.

The huge steel gate quickly opened itself and hordes of greenskins swiftly flooded the main gate with Tristan leading the charge up front with his huge claymore brandished.

"Chaaaaaarrgggeeee!!!"

As a result of Tristan's plan, now the 'golden horn' tribe was surrounded from three sides; the two tribes and the orcs. When they tried to fight back, they were slaughtered mercilessly by the latter. The sight of carnage was enough to make the bravest warrior among them cower.

Splaaattt spllaaattt!!

With hordes of savage greenskins following right behind him, Tristan just directly rushed forward, piercing through the crowd of barbarians. A trail of blood was left behind him as dozens of barbarians fell under his sword. The elf wasn't afraid to swim in the middle of these yellow-garbed warriors.

Limbs were cut off, bodies were torn apart, and blood splattered.

Once more, Tristan was bathing himself in the blood of his enemy. He could clearly feel his inner urge gave him the boost that he needed with each second he spent in the battlefield.

Splllaaatt!

In one slash, several heads would fly.

Tristan kept charging in while his eyes focused on one figure, the Jarl himself.