Orc Wars Page #3

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That, l do not know.

l'm missing an orc.

Dammit.

At last!

Do not fail me again.

Attack!

What did you do to that girl?

l can smell your true self now, wizard...

Fear.

You are weakness.

Why Orc-Kind fear your magic,

l do not...

How about that magic?

Weakness.

Do l need to repeat the question?

lt was Grolock.

She sleeps, nothing more.

How many more

of you are out there in my woods?

Only we few scouts.

But soon, many hordes.

Then we will feed on your fear,

and on your pain.

We will cleave your marrow

and bathe in your blood.

Keep your answers to the point.

Why are you after the girl?

What is she to you?

You make jest of me?

Damnation!

You were saying?

The princess is the last

of the Havenock Elven bloodline;

creatures of high magic,

who were sacrificed

to the Dragon-born Gods

by the Undead Sisters

of Wurgisnacht.

With the blood of this last elf,

the Worldgates will once again

be opened forever more,

and the nine worlds will be ripe

for conquest and plunder.

Soon, my brothers will be here,

and they will come in force.

And after they have fed on your face,

they will find the girl

and they will strip her naked...

and carve her flesh

with gullies of blood.

Then they will cut the skin

from her feet...

and stand her on a crown of daggers,

until every drop of her precious blood

is drained from her body.

The hell they will.

They are already here.

Good talk.

Whitefeather?

What do you see?

l see one.

The gun.

Point this end toward the orc,

then pull that lever.

l am quit of fleeing.

Come taste the flavor

or your death, beasts!

Hurry! This way!

Get to Norton's house.

l will hold them here.

- No, Whitefeather. Wait!

- Go!

There will be enough blood

for the sacrifice if we feather her here.

Fire!

Hang on!

After her!

What happened to Whitefeather?

Here!

Just keep this pressed down,

right there.

- Right there.

- John Norton!

- This is a very bad idea!

- Take it!

- John Norton!

- Just do it!

- Faster!

- l'm trying!

Stay close.

Aw, hell.

What?

My orc got away.

Take this.

Wait.

Lets go.

Alright, you unpleasant

smelling bastards,

just come a little bit closer.

What was that?

Go!

This isn't really magic, is it?

l'll have your head on a pike!

l'll have your heart

for dinner, wizard!

Anytime, you son of a b*tch.

So how long do we have before

that cave opens again?

The Worldgates between

Edenock and Nemis...

only opens when the mirror moons

are closest in their skies.

You'd think,

with it being astronomical,

it could be calculated somehow.

lt is the work of the wizards.

That term seems to be getting

kicked around pretty easily lately,

maybe there's not all

that much to it.

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