Swamp of Death - Chapter 41

 DORULL SAGA - SWAMP OF DEATH

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CHAPTER 41

 

 

Far away in the swamps to the north-west, Grodish cocked his head, hearing the erratic drumming echoing from the mountains.

“They are coming behind us, boy.” Roshnak said calmly “We are heading away from them.”

Half-orc nodded, knowing they must’ve been very close to the fort. With every step, he felt more and more nervous.

“Be brave my son.” Shaman said, as if he was sensing the reluctance in Grodish’s steps “Believe in yourself, because I certainly am.”

Words somewhat calmed the half-orc, but once he set his eyes upon the enormous walls of orcish fort rising in the distance, his heart started beating even faster than before. Dark shadows of the surrounding mountains fell on Zhinnaeg, making it look even more ominous. Loud whistling of cold winds, brought the shivers through the half-orc’s spine.

They were passing through a narrow valley, filled with clear signs of warning. Rows of different skulls, impaled on the stakes, on both sides of the road, would certainly scare most of those passing by. But not them. Grodish lifted his head up, boldly stepping alongside shaman.

“Be careful now.” Roshnak whispered, at the same exact moment, when a couple of heavily armed guards appeared before them “Don’t let them provoke you.”

They were escorted in silence, through heavy, iron gates, decorated with skeletons of fallen enemy officers, who once dared leading an attack on this town. Many curious orcs watched them from aside, as they walked the  Zhinnaeg’s narrow, cobblestone streets. This town, this fortress, was encased in the large walls to the front, and Laorn mountain range on the back. It was an enormous undertaking. The entire place was built inside of an enormous col, which partially stretched under the mountain. Zhinnaeg surely looked unconquerable. Thousands upon thousands of battle ready orcs lived in this city, led by their king Broolg. Experienced orc, who’s reign stretched for over two decades. Finally, they stopped in front of the entrance to the cave. Somewhat round, fat orc, dressed in feathery robes, walked outside, holding his hand up.

“Who are you? What are your pursues? Why did you come to Zhinnaeg?”

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