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mpower 045: Yes and no. Yes it will still have crossovers, and no not that massive. It will have a selection of different crossovers.

Ice: Yes. They will be making a return to this one.

Bloodwolf752: The main events take place 1 year after Kuroinu 1. This Chapter takes place months before the final battle.

METALHELLSPAWN: No, no Morathi or Malekith. I based the name from Naggaroth though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroinu or Overlord the Game. They both belong to their respective owners


Volume 1

Arc I

Chapter 1.1


II/944, Ansur (1)

The Fortress City of Ansur, also known as the City of Mercenaries; known for being the biggest hub of recruitment for Mercenaries and Sell-swords all throughout the Seven Shield Alliance and the 7 Kingdoms of the South. Children born here were destined to mercenaries themselves, or just wind up as criminals in the end. The place is rifed with crime.

It is Maia's domain; with Maia being one of the members of the Seven Shield Alliance, and known by all as the "Queen of Mercenaries", not that she can be an actually Queen to all Mercenaries.

Ever since the war had started all those years ago, there had been a steady rise in Mercenaries wasn't long till these groups were recruited by the Alliance for their skill and experience. At first the Seven Alliance Armies were composed of Knights and Footmen. Soldiers of fortune were also incorporated into the ranks as well. But due to the steady attrition of able body soldiers throughout the conflict, the Alliance had no choice but to recruit these mercenaries in order to increase their numbers.

However, these groups were little more than ragtags who were uncoordinated and leaderless.

Amongst the many groups recruited into the service of the Alliance, two individual groups rose to stand out the most.

The Kuroinu and the Myrmidons

The Kuroinu was the most well known out of all the Mercenary bands in Ostia. This Organization; comprised of many lesser bands of Mercenaries all united to form a massive army, was founded and lead by a single man; Vault.

This man, Vault would go on to lead his organization against the Legion and as a result, he was recruited into the services of the Alliance, becoming an important asset in their victory against the Dark Elf Queen and her Legion of Monsters.

The other Mercenary band; the Myrmidons were another that gained recognition during the war. A strong and capable fighting force, they are unlike any other known Mercenary bands or groups out there. For they are a group that doesn't fight for gold, but rather for the common good of all people, making them extremely popular with the people. Members of the Myrmidons share a good heart for the common folk.

It was founded by Nero Argyros; who along with many in the organization have gained quite a reputation with the common folks; whereas all other Mercenary groups, including the Kuroinu, you would need to pay a hefty price in order to hire their services, the Myrmidons, however, can be purchased at an affordable price; even a poor man would be to afford their services.

So how did a low end, but capable trained fighting force became to be?

Well to start, it was created 3 years ago after Nero was stripped of his soldier status by some fat, snobby, arrogant nobleman, because he didn't give the pig what he wanted, and when the pig threatened him he just knocked his teeth out.

Deciding to become a mercenary in order to make a living, Nero at first joined a ragtag group of sell sword, and just in time too, because a few days later he and the group that he was in, along with another, were hired to protect a small vine growing community, a few kilometers from Thorn and near the Black Mountains from marauding Orcs.

During the initial fighting that happened, which was proving to be difficult for the mercenaries, both Captains of both groups were killed in battle by an Orc. Taking command of the remnants of both forces, Nero was able to route the invading Orcs from the battlefield. With the battle concluded, and both groups in terrible conditions he decided to combine the remnants of both groups into one, which he named the Myrmidons.

From then on, they would fight many battles for many masters, including many rich nobles, much to the disdain of many within the Myrmidons, including Nero himself, and under many generals from the kingdoms of the South. They not only fought for those that would be able to pay for their services but for those who couldn't even afford, thus their rise to fame amongst the peasantry and common folk. Nero never became rich as did his group as a result, but amongst the people he and his group were highly admired, cheered and celebrated.

The Myrmidons also began incorporating other much smaller groups and expanding them into Regiments, that a soldier can join should they desire or want to expand their role as a simple footman of the Myrmidons. Amongst the many created are Ulfrik's Wolf Kin, The Flying Gargoyles, Nuremberg Long Rifles, The Brutes of the Hound and the Crimson Sons.

Currently, as of right now this Mercenary Company is camping right outside of Ansur, as the current Barracks in Ansur isn't able to house all 5,000 men and women that make up the Company. So the only logical thing to do is to camp near the city, something that the Company was pretty much used to.

For their campsite they had chosen an area that was near a forest, with a small river that was just a few meters away from the camp, and next to a road that leads straight to Ansur.


The River, a few meters from the campsite

"Bloody fuck Balthazar is dead when he gets back from the Marketplace"

"Well you shouldn't have touched his stuff Khairn, you know better than to touch someone's personal things"

"Shut it Ulfrik"

Two members of the Myrmidons were currently at the river; with one of them viewing himself on the river's surface and the other watching over his comrade.

The soldier who was viewing himself is known as Khairn; leader of the Myrmidon Regiment; The Brutes of the Hound. He is the tallest out of all of the members of the company: standing at a height of 6'1. He looked to be in his 20s and have short black hair and emerald coloured eyes, but unfortunately, since he had touched one of Balthazar's potions, his hair has turned white and his eyes amethyst. Unlike the rest of the Company who wore bronze coloured greek hoplite armour and a greco-roman styled helmet with a crimson coloured plume on it, members of the Brutes of the Hound were a completely different set of armour. Instead, they were black ebony style heavy armour. (3)

His comrade; Ulfrik Warfang, is a Barbarian from the Far North (4). He stood at a height of 5'7, looks to be in his early 18s and has blonde wild hair and brown eyes. As a result of him coming from the Far North, where conditions are harsh and terrible, many including himself have developed both a somewhat immunity to the cold and a developed muscular body. He is a member of the Warfang tribe; one of the biggest Barbarian Tribes to roam the Far North, who has come down to the south along with a few other warriors of his tribe in search of fame and glory and spoils to bring back home. As a result, he had joined the Myrmidons and he and his gang of warriors became one of the Companies most recognised Regiments; Ulfrik's Wolfkin.

"Stop bitching about it" his comrade; Ulfrik told him "It's only going to make your white hair look permanent"

"Shut your trap Ulfrik!" Khairn aggressively answered back, wiping some dirt off of his greaves with a wet cloth "So how long does this transformation last for?"

"How am I supposed to know?" Ulfrik shrugged "The bottle didn't have any numbers or stuff, besides was I supposed to know when the effects would subside?"

"I don't know, maybe?"

Ulfrik sighed, whilst shaking his head "Typical"

"And what's that supposed to mean!?"

Before Ulfrik could come up with a response, both warriors were alerted by the sound of a loud horn.

"Seems we're going to be moving out soon" Ulfrik muttered, loud enough for Khairn to hear.

"I wonder where shall we be off this time" Khairn wondered

"So do I" Ulfrik nodded "Might as well go and find out"

"Alright give me a second" Khairn told him "I just need to finish cleaning my helmet"

"Well hurry up then, or else we'll be left behind soon"

"Shut up, I'm cleaning as fast I can!"

"Well then work harder, Khairn" Ulfrik responded whilst rolling his eyes.

"So this is where you two have been too!" a voice declared

Both warriors turned around to face the owner of the voice as he emerged from behind some bushes. He was a man who looks to be nineteen years if age, with blonde hair and light green eyes. He wore the standard bronze armour of the Myrmidon foot soldier, however, the plume on his helmet was green instead of red in order to differentiate ranks; crimson stands for the basic average soldier, yellow represent First Sergeant or Lieutenant, blue represents Sergeant and green represents the rank of Centurion.

"Hey, Jericho" Ulfrik greeted the man. "Sorry about disappearing like that, Khairn had an accident"

"It wasn't an accident!" Khairn barked back "the damn wizard by the name of Balthazar did this to me!"

"What did you do to get something like this from Balthazar?" Jericho questioned Khairn with a raised eyebrow. Before Khairn could answer Jericho's question Ulfrik beat him to the punch.

"Khairn was touching Balthazar's stuff again" Ulfrik answered, much to the berserker's anger

"Khairn, you know better than to not touch Balthazar's things. He has them all under protection spells for crying out loud". Do you ever listen?"

"Unfortunately he doesn't, so trying to tell him that is like talking to a brick wall" Ulfrik answered

"I am not dense!"

"Sure you aren't" Jericho rolled his eyes. "Anyways, as you heard we're going to be moving out soon. So you better finish up there Khairn and head back quickly before we leave you behind or something"

"I know the drill," Khairn said, drying his helmet with a cloth "There, I'm done, happy?"

"Yeah, yeah, no need to be angry about it" Jericho waved his hand at him.

"So where are we going, Jericho? Do you know?" Ulfrik asked him.

"I believe we are going to some town...I believe Judas is the name of it"

"Judas?" Khairn raised an eyebrow "Isn't that the name of that town that was once the greatest trading port in the world only to be destroyed exactly 390 years ago?"

"The same town yes" Jericho confirmed for him. "I heard from Nero that some nobleman wanted to earn fame by attempting to rebuild the town to its former glory, sadly they're under siege by a combine force of Orcs and Beastmen. It's up to us to save him"

"Humph, why do we have to save some nobleman's butt? Couldn't we just leave him to die for his arrogance?"

"Cause the damn Nobles and possibly the Church will be breathing down our necks if we don't accept it"

"Why would the Church be breathing down our necks?" Khairn questioned, "Does whoever we're rescuing have ties to the Church or something?"

"Pretty much from what I heard from Asger yeah"

"Shit, then they will be breathing down our necks then"

"Yeah well that's why we accepted the request," Ulfrik said "But at least we'll be rewarded well for saving this nobleman"

"Humph and the Alliance couldn't do it themselves, instead of asking us to do it for them. Swear, the Myrmidons and the Kuroinu are all nothing but maids here when you think about it" Commented Khairn.

Camp, a few minutes later….

It didn't take long for the three men to return back to camp, and by the time they did, it was fully buzzing with activity; men and women working together to take down their tents while others were seen packing their belongings into the wagons. Some were busy polishing and sharpening their weapons, while others worked on other things such as making arrows or cleaning out bowls from breakfast. All in all, everyone was busy with something.

Jericho had to go and help both Asger and Kira with loading some things into a wagon, leaving both Khairn and Ulfrik to make their way towards the centre of the campsite. A Large tent, big enough to fit approximately two wagons inside greeted them. This is where battle plans and meetings are held, and is also the sleeping place for Nero Argyros; the Company's sole commander and founder. Greeted by both guards that stood outside the tent Khairn and Ulfrik entered inside, where they were both greeted by the sight of three other people gathered around a small table with a map of the area of the Seven Shield Alliance and the North laid out on the table.

"Oh Khairn, Ulfrik, about time you two showed up" The man on the left side of the table spoke up. He stood at a height of 6'0, with dark brown hair and blue eyes and looked to be in his mid-thirties. He wore the standard armour of the Myrmidons and had a long spear strapped to his back. This man is Byron; a Centurion ranked Myrmidon and one of Nero's close allies. He leads the Regiment; Byron's Cataphractii; a regiment who were considered to be the most hardened out of all the regiments of the Myrmidons. The man stifled a laugh when he finally noticed Khairn's look "And good goddess above, what happened to you Khairn?"

"Sorry, we had to do some things" Ulfrik answered "and to answer your question, Khairn was looking through Balthazar's things again"

"Never learn do you Khairn?" the man on the right side of the table sighed. The man stood at a much shorter height of 5'8, was in his early twenties and has black hair and gold coloured eyes. Instead of the standard Myrmidon armour, he wore crimson red light armour with bright yellow streaks and a hood. The armour was decorated with many hieroglyphs. On his back was a staff. (5)

This man is Balthazar, the leader of the Crimson Sons, the smallest of the regiments, but well known for their utilisation of many magics. He is also responsible for Khairn's changed look, although it was his fault that he was snooping through his stuff again.

Khairn growled in response. "Shut it, Balthazar!" He growled, "Now hurry up and change me back!"

"The effects will last for another hour, Khairn," Balthazar told him "Have a little bit of patience will you"

"No! Change me back right now!" Khairn retorted angrily. "I can't go into battle looking like this!"

"Well get used to it then" Balthazar responded "Besides-"

"It's actually not that bad on you" the third person, who was sitting instead of standing like the other two, finally spoke. He was the youngest of the people in the tent, looking to be at the age of eighteen, with black hair and brown eyes. If he were standing up from his seat would be standing at a height of 5'7. He wore the same armour bronze coloured armour as mainly everyone in the Myrmidons, however, his armour had black markings on it; indications of the many battles that he had fought, and these marks all but littered the top part of his armour and even on his helmet beside him.

This young man is Nero Argyros, leader and founder of the Myrmidons.

"Ah come on! Nero! You were meant to be on my side!" Khairn shouted, much to the amusement of Ulfrik and Balthazar.

"Right….anyways, I'm sure Jericho told you as to what's happening, so I'll keep this brief for both of yous," Nero told them. Khairn and Ulfrik paid extra attention to what Nero was going to say to them.

"As you both know our mission for today is the liberation of Judas and it's "Mayor", from a force of beastmen and orcs"

"Yes" Ulfrik nodded "That was what Jericho told us"

"Then you'll know that it is up to us to help lift this town from besiegement. The current occupants of the town; the nobleman and his retinue of 600 soldiers did a good job barricading the gaping holes in the wall-"

"Pfft, our Commander said gaping holes" Khairn snickered immaturely.

"Shut up Khairn" Byron groaned "No need for your immaturity at this time"

"As I was saying" Nero began once again "They did a good job securing the breaches in the walls as the report I received detailed, giving them more time for them to hold out. However, it would only be a matter of time till those defences fall, which is why we were entrusted to save them"

"Can't the Kuroinu do that for us?"

"Sorry, but they are busy pushing north," Nero told him, "Report from this morning said that they have managed to break through the defences at the Chilled River"

"Damn they are moving fast" Khairn muttered

"Yeah surprisingly enough" Ulfrik also added "I wonder how they do it"

"We can speculate later," Nero said, "Right now, we have a nobleman with a ten-inch spear up their arrogant ass that needs saving".

Everyone laughed at the joke made by Nero.

"So what's the battle plan, Commander?" Ulfrik asked him "How do we do this?"

"The enemy is focused on one thing, and that is breaking the defences of the town" Nero began explaining his battle plan "So focused that they'll leave their rear and backs exposed"

"And how would you know that they would leave their backs undefended?" Byron questioned with a raised eyebrow

"Because they're orcs" Nero explained "And as we all know, the only thing that an orc cares about is Sex"

"Humph, I heard stories that long ago they were once a warrior race" Ulfrik spoke

"If that's true, then to see a race like this reduced to nothing but their primal instincts; to fight only to satisfy them" Balthazar commented shaking his head "Pitying and sad if they had gods to worship imagine how they feel seeing their creations becoming nothing more than savage animals"

"The enemy is besieging mainly the front. There's a river to the enemy's right and an open field to their left, with a forested area behind them, possibly where their camp is. The attack will happen like this; Byron, you and your Cataphractii, along with our calvary contingent will be coming in from the left side, Khairn, Ulfrik and others will be coming in from the right behind them. Balthazar and Kira will be stationed on the left side with the pikemen, prevent any of them from escaping. If we do this right they'll have nowhere but to try and escape over the river-"

"And into the pikewall itself" Khairn grinned "This'll be nothing but a killbox"

"Indeed" Nero nodded "However what I am concern about is the numbers that we're facing. They weren't that discreet on giving the number of enemies that we're facing"

"Since when did they ever give a detailed job description for mercenaries" Byron chuckled

"Uhh, never" Khairn commented

"Since it's a combined force, and given the average number that features within each of their groups, I have concluded that we might be facing a force of possibly 8,000" Balthazar concluded

"I hear uncertainty within your voice" Ulfrik pointed out

"It's the unknown factors that I am uncertain of" Balthazar told him "Who knows what kind of monsters this force has other than their typical dumb-dumbs. Giants, Minotaurs, Cyclops, Trolls, who knows what they have included"

"I'd say it's a bit too late for a scouting party?"

"We are pressed against time Khairn" Nero answered "So we have no time for a scouting party to evaluate their numbers and strength"

"I understand" Khairn nodded "So, when shall we be moving then, Commander?"

"This meeting is dissolved. Nothing else is left said. As for your question, you have five Khairn, Ulfrik"

"Yes sir" Both warriors nodded before turning around and left the camp.

"I'll have to go," Byron told to both Nero and Balthazar "I need to help my men with some things"

"Alright then" Nero nodded as Byron also left his tent, leaving both Nero and Balthazar alone inside.

"...What about the other two regiments? The Break Swords and the Nuremberg Long Rifles? They're both still stationed in Feoh"

"They have their orders. They can't move from Feoh until the incoming horde has been defeated, and if your thinking of the Red Guard then your out of luck, cause they're busy protecting Celestine right now as she makes her negotiations in the Kingdom of Makuria" Nero reminded his friend and second in command.

"Doesn't she have her own guards though?" Balthazar questioned

"Yes but then again, we get paid extra gold for providing protection to important figures you know"

"True" Balthazar nodded. He decided to change topics to something recently this morning. "Didn't sleep well, Nero?"

"And what makes you say that?" Nero asked him

"You looked like shit when Kira got you that bowl of beef stew this morning" Balthazar answered "And don't try to hide it, Nero, I come from a family of Physicians who can tell people's emotions with the greatest of ease"

Nero groaned as his attempts at hiding his problem failed. "Alright you got me, I was having a bad night"

"The same old nightmares again?"

"Yes, and I don't want to talk about it either"

"I see" Balthazar sighed "Sorry for asking then"

"It's alright," said Nero. "So how long do you think that we'll get there?"

"Give or take possibly 2 days"

"Then let's not keep them waiting shall we?"

"Yes, sir"


Next day….

A long time ago in a time before the Legion came down from the North to terrorise the known south, Judas was once Located next to the now named Chilled River; named so due to its chilling cold waters. The town was located on the opposite side of the River, facing towards the barrem North, and the town was considered as the "gateway to the North and South".

The town was once the centre of trade in the North; Anchovies, Tobacco, Sorghum and Weapons were sailed in from Argolis. Gold, Minerals, Diamonds, Cotton, and Slaves came from the Slave Cities. Pineapples, Chocolate, Cinnamon, Tomatoes and Tea from the Massari Archipelago. Silk, Porcelain, Exotic Fruits and Jewelry all came from the Far East. Furs, Wool, Whalebone and Tin brought by Barbarian traders of the Far North, and many more profitable goods were brought from all across Ostia to be traded. The town of Judas became nothing more than peaceful and prosperous and in time, this rich small city-state would earn the attention of many who but craved the richests of Judas and these same many would dare to try and take them for themselves but would have to face the wrath of Judas's allies; Argolis or the Slave Cities.

However their peaceful, prosperous splendour would eventually end in the year II/305, as eventually, the Legion made itself known to the World of Ostia, and how so do they do it? Unintentionally and unknowingly destroying the greatest trading port in all of Ostia. The wealth accumulated from the looting was said to be so great that it took 3 days and nights to empty the grand vaults of Judas. Now Judas is nothing more than a ruined, desolated town; the vegetation taking years to grow back.

Eventually years later a Nobleman by the name of Charles Chatsworth would attempt to rebuild the town despite the ongoing war and the warning of his father, in an attempt to claim fame over the fact that he had rebuilt a once great town. Now thanks to his arrogance he and his 400 soldiers are trapped within the town, protected by the remnants of the town's walls; with some parts reinforced and repaired.

They had managed to hold off the Monster attacks fairly well, thanks to the large barricades that they placed at the walls, but it would only be a matter of time till the orcs would eventually break through.

If help doesn't arrive soon then this expedition would be all but a waste; their corpses would litter these grounds and this once glorious town would be nothing more than rubble once more.

That single thought had filled the minds of every single soldier, and it was because of this single thought, not the thought of fame and fortune and the complete satisfaction for a greedy nobleman, that kept them fighting, merely to survive.

But alas they delay the inevitable. As stated, it would be only a matter of time till death, whilst to the few the Silent God, to come to claim their souls.

But their time has not come


Judas

"Watch out!"

A soldier from atop the wall screamed out. His warning to his comrades came too late, and he suffered for it with his death; a flaming ball of rock tearing him in half. Another of these flaming balls followed suit after, only this time it collided with the already weakened and battered wall. It instantly collapsed, leaving nothing but piled rubble and dust in its place. Those who were near the collapsed wall felt their hearts throbbed in fear and dread as the wall finished collapsing.

The sudden cries of a hundred orcs and beastmen snapped them out of their stupor and they quickly spurred into action. Several sergeants stationed at the wall and nearby began barking orders to their men as they quickly reorganised the defences. Archers stationed on the uncollapsed part of the walls focused their attention on the incoming wave of monsters, unleashing volleys of arrows that found their mark while troops on the ground quickly rushed to the breach and hastefully got into a shield wall formation. The first few orcs that scaled over the pile of rubble were quick to descend upon the formed shieldwall, as they were soon followed by many more Orcs and some beastmen amongst them.

The wall of shields held firm against the attackers, but was slowly being pushed back; an Orc collided with a soldier's shield, causing itself and the soldier to both collapse onto the ground. While another Orc nearby gripped the shield of another soldier with one hand as that soldier struggled to free his shield, his spear unable to stab Orc flesh with the angle that he is in.

The defenders were slowly being pushed back, even with the aid of the Archers on the walls, they could not seem to hold fast against the waves of orcs and beasts.

"Sir we can't hold them much longer!" A foot soldier shouted to his captain. The captain gritted his teeth. His soldier was right, any longer and the wall will break.

"Sir! They're almost through!" Another soldier stationed near the gate shouted. He and his comrades raised their shields as they prepared themselves for what's to greet them on the other side of the gate.

"Tell everyone to fall back! Tell everyone to retreat to the plaza! Get the archers off the walls first, we'll hold them off here for as long as we can!"

"Fall back! Fall back! Archers off the walls now!"

Just as the order was given the loud sounds of horns could be heard, catching the attention of most combatants, including the captain and the soldier with him.

"Reinforcements!" Someone shouted from the walls, his voice filled with hope and happiness. "Reinforcements have arrived!"

The response was instant. The soldiers cheered and cried out at the news. Morale was restored and any lingering thoughts of death were flushed out from the minds of many. They were going to live to see their families and friends again.

"Push forward men!" The captain was quick to change his orders "Push them out! Let them have a taste of our reinforcements!"

With renewed vigour and strength the soldiers of the Seven Shield Alliance fought even harder.


Left flank, the enemy side

Declaring their arrival and appearance with the sound of horns, the Myrmidons caught the enemy flat footed in the midst of their assault. Those who were outside and near the walls turned to see armoured horses charging down the hill on their left; their battle cries alerting the smart ones to the fact that they were being flanked. Those same smarts one were quick to either squeal or shout out orders to their fellow orcs.

"Charge!" Byron, atop of his horse; clad in heavy mailed armour, lead the charge against the exposed flank of the enemy. Following behind him were the rest of his regiment, whose horses were also clad in heavy mailed armour.

The charging Cataphracts formed into a v-shape formation; with Byron at the front of the spearhead, and as it was about to collide with the frantically panicking orcs, who quickly tried to make a strong defensive line, they lowered their sarissas down, and the charging mass of metal and hooves either trampled or impaled any orc or beastman, mainly it's both.

The thundering masses of metal trampled forward, showing no mercy to the enemy even as they dropped their weapons the riders of the Myrmidons did not cease to kill them in some form of way from their steeds.

Many Orcs and Beastmen retreated back to the rear, but a vicious surprised awaited those who ran back to Camp.


Rear, the enemy side

Khairn lunged into a routing Orc knocking the monster onto its front. He buried his axe into the back of the orc's head killing it. He pulled it out from the orc's head and swung it horizontally, impaling it into the chest of a monster with a lion head and sending it into the ground. A fierce cry alerted him to the presence of a beastmen with the head of a capricorn charging towards him. Abandoning his still-lodged weapon, he engaged the capricorn-head monster with his fists; swatting the axe in its hand before the monster could ever use it, and then with his other hand he grabbed it's throat. Khairn squeezed hard and was rewarded with the sound of its neck breaking.

Khairn threw the now dead monster away before turning back to his weapon. Just as he was going to pull out his axe from the dead monster he was suddenly tackled down by a Satyr that managed to sneak up behind him. The satyr attempted to take his life by stabbing him in the chest with its broken sword, however, Khairn was quick to grab the arms of the satyr before the sword could plunge into his chest. He was able to overpower the creature and turned the broken blade against its owner, stabbing it into its neck before shoving the dying body off him.

Khairn was helped to his feet by Ulfrik who offered him a hand up.

"You ok?" Ulfrik asked him.

"Yeah, some fucker nearly killed me, thats all" Khairn answered.

"Well maybe if you didn't get berserk happy all of a sudden"

"I did not"

"Are we having a lover's quarrel here or what?" Asger, another member of the Brutes of the Hound asked "Cause we're in the middle of fighting here if you didn't notice"

"We are not!" Both warriors shouted in anger, much to the amusement of Asger and a few other who managed to hear.

"Well stop bickering then! Or else Nero and Balthazar will be in the lead" Asger pointed out, pointing over to their leader Nero who was slaughtering Orcs and Beastmen left and right with his greatsword, while Balthazar was with him, blasting a group of Orcs with a lightning spell from his fingertips.

"I bet you right now he's in the lead because of that spell" Khairn muttered. Ulfrik murmured out an agreed as they both went back to fighting.

Nero ducked under a sword swing from a Pig orc before running his sword through its chest. He pulled his weapon out and blocked an axe swing from another orc. He smashed his sword's guard into the Orc's face, stunning it a bit before swinging it horizontally, slitting its throat. Glancing left to see that one of his soldiers was about to be killed by a Centaur, he raised his sword up and threw it at the half-man, half-horse creature, his sword going through its side and knocking it down onto the ground.

Now weaponless, Nero turned around to see some Orcs charging towards him, only to be set ablaze by a stream of flames emitted from Balthazar's mouth. They squealed and screamed as the flames burnt their skin and fat.

Nero nodded thanks to Balthazar who nodded back brfore resuming providing support to the other troops. He fired a bolt of lightning from his staff at an Ogre, the attack brutally piercing the fat monster's stomach. Yanking the sword out from the monster's chest, he spotted a Centaur charging towards him, the monster's own greatsword raised up high. Nero stood his ground, waiting for the enemy to come close and just as it was about to swing his sword down Alaster bent down and swung hard, sliced at its front legs, sending the centaur crashing to the ground. The centaur struggled to get up, only able to move it's back legs only to be killed by a Myrmidon with a spear in hand.

"Harold, where's your shield?" Nero addressed him

"Crushed under a minotaur's weight sir. Damn thing nearly crushed my arm off"

"Stay behind, I don't want to risk you getting killed"

"Yes sir, but I'll be fine sir" Harold nodded as he began making his way to the back lines, and possibly try and find a suitable shield to use.

"The remaining forces within the city are sallying forward" Balthazar announced to Nero "and they are in the thick of the fighting"

"Khairn! Ulfrik!" Nero shouted to both warriors "Reinforce the Alliance troops before they get overrunned!"

"Yes, Sir!" Both captains shouted.

"Come on!" Khairn shouted to the warriors of his regiment as some followed Khairn, while some had to stay behind due to them being preoccupied with their opponents. Ulfrik did the exact same with his soldiers and they also followed him.

"It seems that they have found our pike wall" Balthazar also added. Nero turns to where Balthazar was looking and was greeted with the sight of a wall of pikes stopping the retreating enemy in their tracks; many of them ending up impaling themselves as they crowded themselves near the river's edge.

"It seems so" Nero commented. "Have Kira and Jericho begin moving the wall forward. We will box them in from the other side, while Byron runs down any other escaping orcs and beastmen"

"Yes sir" Balthazar nodded and began relaying his orders using a telepathic spell.


30 minutes later…

The battle was over, no Orc or Beastmen were left alive, only their corpses which littered the battlefield were the only thing that was left. The battle was fierce yet quick and fast to the Myrmidons, possibly due to the fact that they had fought through enough battles to be really experienced. There weren't that many casualties on the Myrmidons side; only counting 15 deaths and many wounded, however, the highest casualties came from the Alliance Soldiers; due to the aggressive attacks of the Minotaurs and that one single Manticore that stayed hidden until near the end of the battle. Those deaths would have been avoided if the Nuremberg Long Rifle Regiment were with them, but as stated they are reinforcing the garrison at Keoh.

After the battle Nero had a group of his men pile the enemy dead to be burned, while he had another collect their own dead to be given a respectful burial. Inside the city, groups of Myrmidons were doing various forms of work; from unloading things from their wagons to repairing the damage done to the walls and barricades, and reinforcing them with a little help of magic. While others were treating the injuries of the wounded in an abandoned building that they had turned into a medical facility.

"How many of the Alliance soldiers are left?" Nero asked Balthazar. Both were walking together towards the Town centre where the Nobleman and his retinue of personal guards were.

"Not that many left I'm afraid" Balthazar shook his head sadly. "That Minotaur Bus got many of them. I'm afraid that there are less than 80 men left from the 600 men that were stationed here"

"Fuck" Nero cursed, an angry scowl on his face

"It's not your fault, Nero," Balthazar told him "No one didn't expect those Minotaurs to suddenly turn tail and charge the lines, and that Manticore was hidden using magic. The moment we killed the Shaman was it revealed to us"

"Yeah" Nero nodded "But these deaths would have been avoided"

"Like I said, it's not your fault," Balthazar told him once more. "No one would have expected that"

Balthazar and Nero soon arrived at the town centre where Charles Chatsworth; the noble who had caused this entire ordeal, and his retinue bodyguards were waiting for them.

Charles wasn't someone known for having the best of appearances, and Nero couldn't help but shiver at the thought of a certain fat pig from Ur. Michelle was his name. The Nobleman reminded him so much of that pig in terms of appearance, he might as well call him his brother or something. Seriously, Nobles are just Sloths, and he is just the sole representation of it, and possibly could represent 50% of them.

"Charles Chatsworth, am I right?" Nero addressed the Fat noble.

"Are you the ones who I have requested aid?" Charles replied. Beside him, Balthazar rolled his eyes. He had to just ignore their leader, didn't he?

"Yes, now are you Charles Chatsworth?" Nero reinstated the question

"Yes I am, didn't know it was me?" Charles responded, sounding offended for not being recognised. This caused both men to roll their eyes in response.

"Are we meant to know who you are?" Nero couldn't help but blurt out.

"Why yes, you see I am going-"

"Don't care, don't give a damn, not now, not ever". Balthazar snorted in amusement.

"Ho-how dare you talk over me peasant!" Charles sneered. "Do you have any respect for-"

"A Pig? Never knew we're now considering livestock as people now" Nero said in mock surprise. He turned to Balthazar. "Balthazar, how come you didn't tell me of this?"

"Well if I did, then you would have me reconsider the company's meals" Balthazar responded.

"Hmmm, I would say your right on that yeah"

Few of the guards who were listening couldn't help but snicker, one of them nearly burst out laughing. Charles, however, didn't found this quite funny at all.

"How dare you! When I return to Ken-!"

"Simple threats do not have influence over my or my Company" Nero replied back. "Unless your the Goddess herself or one of the Princesses then you can't do anything, but then again I see everyone as one and the same regardless of status, the sole reason as to why I don't get along with most people"

"Yeah, like the time when you nearly had us all piked just for insulting the Argolian King's son" Balthazar commented in amusement.

"I did not!" Nero childishly denied

"Yeah, sure"

"Anyways" Nero decided to change subjects. "The fat pig is safe, tell the men that we're camping here tonight. Have the walls reinforced and guarded just in case. We'll march to Ken the next morning to claim our prize"

"Sir yes sir" Balthazar nodded. By this time they were both heading back to the others, ignoring the angry cries of a certain fat pig behind them.


END

1. II/944 = Second Age/Year 944

I based the Myrmidons on the Alcatani Fellowship from Warhammer Fantasy. I am a fan of the Dog of War Company for what they are. The Regiments I took inspiration from both the Regiments of Renown and Warhammer lore as a whole.

Ulfric's Wolf Kin - Brutes of the Hound + Wolfkin from Middenheim.

Flying Gargoyles - Birdmen of Catrazza

Nuremberg Long Rifles - Nuln's Ironsides

Brutes of the Hound - Red Reavers + Norsca

Crimson Sons - Thousand Sons Warband

Break Swords - Carroburg Greatswords

3. Ebony Style Heavy Armour = It's from Elder Scrolls Online; . /Ebony+Style

4. Far North - Is similar and inspired by Freljord and Norsca

5. Burning Spellweave Armor = Also from Elderscrolls.


Author's Notes:

Yeah, as you have read, I have changed the Myrmidons to be a Mercenary Company, well they once were a Mercenary Company you can probably tell how they're going to be now after this, and can expect what's coming next chapter.

Yeah, a lot of things have inspired from somewhere; from the Warhammer Fantasy Regiments to Judas being the equivalent of Dale from The Hobbit. I have read too much Warhammer lore and a whole load of other fantasy lore, and have also watched some Game of Thrones stuff, so expect to see a lot of references, especially in the next chapter.

Part 1 is just the appetizer. Part 2 is the main course that'll get things really going.

If you have any questions, please use PM, if not then have a nice day! And see you all in the next Chapter!