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The sky above was perpetually overcast, casting a dreary pall over the battlefield. King Kraggul's army had settled into a rhythm of relentless pressure, their strategy clear: wear down the defenders until they could no longer resist.
When Kraggul finally decided the time was right, he gave the signal. His mages, who had been silently working in the background, stepped forward.
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These were no ordinary spellcasters but masters of arcane arts, their robes shimmering with enchanted runes. For two days, they had been meticulously dismantling the magical wards protecting the walls of Iron Maw, unraveling the enchantments thread by thread.
As they took their positions, a hush fell over the battlefield. The mages raised their staffs, and a palpable energy began to gather around them.
The air crackled with anticipation, and even the most battle-hardened warriors felt a shiver of awe and fear. The ground beneath their feet seemed to hum, vibrating with the sheer power being summoned.
With a single, thunderous roar, the mages unleashed their combined might. A blinding flash of light erupted, followed by a deafening explosion that shook the earth. The sound was akin to a thousand storms breaking loose at once, echoing for miles around.
The walls of Iron Maw, which had stood for centuries, groaned under the immense magical pressure. Spider-webbed cracks spread across the stone, and with a final, resounding boom, the walls crumbled into rubble.
Dust and debris filled the air as the Gate of Iron Maw was breached. The once-imposing fortification lay in ruins, a testament to the devastating power of Kraggul's mages.
The path into the heart of the Orc's lair was now open, and the defenders, though brave and resolute, were left standing amidst the wreckage of their last line of defense.
"Attack!"
General Gralnok the Vicious and General Morzog the Relentless led 30,000 Hobgoblins against General Grommash the Barbarian and General Frukin the Shaman with 4,000 Orcs.
General Drakthor Bloodfist, with 10,000 Hobgoblins, faced General Thorgar the Berserker and his 4,000 Orcs.
General Vargash Ironclaw, with 10,000 Hobgoblins, squared off against General Helliana and her 1,000 Orcs.
King Kraggul the Warlord, with 10,000 Hobgoblins, and Warchief Kargoth and his 1,000 elite Orcs waited at the back.
The stage was set, and everyone relied on their generals to achieve victory. The air was thick with anticipation, the fate of the wasteland hanging in the balance as the armies prepared for the final, climactic battle.
A tense silence enveloped the battlefield, the air so thick with anticipation that it felt like it could be sliced with a knife.
No one knew who struck the first blow, but suddenly, chaos erupted. Warriors from both sides clashed, attacking their enemies with everything they had.
General Gralnok and General Morzog swiftly directed their Hobgoblins to encircle the Orcs, aiming to surround and crush them from all sides. The Hobgoblin forces moved like a tide, relentless and overwhelming.
At the front, General Grommash led the charge, wielding his fearsome war club — a massive metal bat studded with spikes, capable of shattering bones with a single blow. He was a whirlwind of destruction, his every swing leaving devastation in its wake.
In contrast, General Frukin stayed back, protected by a guard of a hundred Orcs. She was not one for close combat; her strength lay in her spells, which required time and concentration to cast. Her guard ensured that no enemy could disrupt her incantations, forming an impenetrable wall around her.
In the center, it was a deadly game of cat and mouse between General Drakthor and General Thorgar. Among the 10,000 Hobgoblins, more than a hundred looked like General Drakthor, making it nearly impossible for Thorgar to identify and strike down the enemy general.
This clever tactic bought time for Generals Gralnok and Morzog to push through the Orc lines and attempt to penetrate their base, where Warchief Kargoth stood.
On the other side of the battlefield, General Helliana faced a stalemate. General Vargash had not moved from his position, giving her no reason to engage. She held her ground, ready to act as reinforcements for the center if the situation took a turn for the worse. Her strategic patience was a testament to her leadership, ready to tip the scales should the battle demand it.