The Dragon Knight
Chapter Four
The army had charged to the endless fields of Norm. Norm was the most dangerous out of all of the countries. The large country was full of ash and misery. The Orcs had charged to the army of the powerful men. They all cried for the last battle to take place on the mountain ranges of Norm. Draco rushed up and twirled his body around and with each spin; he swiped each Orc off of its legs. He slashed side to side, up and down, and diagonally. He finally cut through the second wave. But there were several waves more to go. The warriors charged closer to the lair of Azrabad. They killed thousands of Orcs and yet hundreds of them die. The men swipe Orc neck and chest and they slash through the hordes of Orcs.
The Orcs rushed to the battlefield in large hordes. They roared as their scaly skin had the metal armor covering it. The Orcs then got angry. They slaughtered all of the soldiers and they had slashed most of the horses. They kept some, though. Draco leaped and struck downwards and the shockwave demolished many Orcs.
The Orcs demolished their way to the men who were left: the fellows and Draco. Draco glared into the eyes of the Orcs charging to him and his eye turned red and caught fire. Then, he swiftly lunged forward and attacking simultaneously. This killed many Orcs. He struck each Orc with momentum and great speed. He slew about three fourths of the remaining Orcs. He then had enough. He shut his eyes and collapsed on the harsh, rocky ground. The other fellows carved their way through the hordes. They looked down at the fainted warrior and thought he was dead.
"What do we do with him?" Deledan asked.
"Let him sleep," said Tayth, "he deserves it."
Meanwhile, the evil lord looked down upon the remaining heroes. He grabbed his mace and prepared for battle. The fallen Draco had slowly risen from his sleep, but everyone was gone. They had gone to fight Azrabad, and he knew that. The warrior leaped up and sprinted toward the castle of Azrabad. Azrabad wore black robes and dark armor of the Dark Elves. Deledan engaged in combat with the warrior. The warriors all but failed in defeating the Lord. This man was more powerful than Azerath.
Dracon ran up and swiped his blades to where they would scissor Azrabad's head, but the technique failed as usual. The Dragon Knight sprinted to the aid of his friends. He finally reached them and then he rose up to the black master. He slashed the back of the cruel master as he began to cut through Deledan's arm. The bruise was not intense, but Azrabad's will be. Draco swiped and parried a blow from the left, then to the right, and then he stabbed the lord's shoulder. The New Black Master began to weaken. As the moments of his death began to sink in, Draco finally slit the evil master's throat as Azrabad fell to his knees. The warrior then raised his weapon and claimed victory. All left in the land of Moradon was happiness and glory. Then Dracon said to Draco, 'You did well'. So they celebrated with a feast that once again Draco had caught and he was to have the first bite of the dragon. Then the land of Moradon was free completely. However, Orcs would not give up that freely. They would fight because war was their playground so to speak.