The Dragon Knight
Chapter Three
Draco searched behind the trees and bushes. He could not believe his eyes. What he saw was a Warg devouring one of his men. It was Chance. Chance was a good soldier, with two kids and a wife. But they would not see him again. Drawing his staff, Draco slashed the dreadful horror. He then caught the creature and did the same thing with the horse and put the wolf like creature on the horse's back. He led the horse same as the previous day.
"What is with…," Mardin began, "the heat?"
"This forest is a rainforest. It has creatures and trees and rain and heat. I suppose you don't travel like you used to."
"That was 7 years ago! Get real. I did my fair share and you know it!"
"Whatever you say, Dwarf." The dead Warg bled all over the horse. As the horse began to exhaust, Tayth scouted the forests of the forsaken place. Draco also began to grow tiresome. The men began to grow hungry. It was about twelve o' clock. The Warg began to grow rotten. The group set up camp for the moment. They cooked the Warg until it was dark brown. Then out of nowhere, a group of Orcs emerged from the plains at the edge of the forest. With them they brought Trolls, which were large, muscular, and brutal creatures.
As the Orcs quickly charged, so did the army of men. Draco drew his bladed staff and started sprinting. He severed the heads and decapitated Orcs diagonally from left to right, and right to left. The Orcs got slashed and Draco climbed a Troll and jammed his staff's blade into the Troll's spinal cord. Tayth stabbed and slashed Orc torso. Deledan pierced through Orc mouth, and blood stained all over the Dwarves chopped their way through the Orc Army. The blades clashed against one another as the two forces collided. The Orcs weren't in a very large force. In a matter of minutes, the killers were killed. All that was left was the blood of the Orcs. The group rushed to the mountains of Norm.
As the great volcano ranges of Norm began to close up, Orcs all over the country gathered here to kill for their Lord. The Orcs did not care for any of the killer conditions that they were in. They were ready to kill if they knew it was going to save their evil master of darkness. The first wave of Orcs began to charge. They came with axes and swords and spears. Draco came with his one staff and he slashed and dashed. He pounded heads, he removed limbs, and he made decapitations. With these powers, he was more than just an ordinary Dragon Hunter. He was a Dragon Knight fighting for the King of Asadur. Dracon in his armor slashed with his two Orc Hunter swords.
"Well, I'm getting tired. Maybe we should just fall down and pretend to die so they think we're dead and they leave us alone." Said Dracon with his returning sense of humor. The Dwarves happily cut down the Orcs of the soon to be dead Lord. The Elf, Feralin drew his two war knives and slit Orc throats and stabbed jugular. He was one of the best soldiers of clan. They were all the best of their clans. So the soldiers bashed with shield and stabbed with spears and soon, then ended the first wave.