"You fucking degenerate, you inbred fucking moron, stupid fucking asshole, what did you do!" Gnarlo's heart pounded so loud, Maro could hear it from across the yard.
Just then, a beautiful tall female human stepped out… Gnarlo gave himself up by staring just a second too long at her.
"Fill her in on the deal, the three of us will get it done, go hide in the barracks" Maro ordered
The human women, looking at the dead bodies, immediately grabbed the dwarf women and ran back inside… 'What deal' she thought.
"Gnarlo buddy, don't be so uptight, help me out and you get that lady all to yourself for 24 hours, that's the deal"
Gnarlo just shut up, he was in too much turmoil to function properly right now.
Kadrin was testosteroned up to the gills, talking to Friga got his blood boiling and punching the Orc in his dick got his racist boner going. He was ready to kill.
"Quick strip them of weapons and dump their bodies in the latrine ditches behind the barracks" Maro rushed.
He picked up the two bodies and as if they were children threw them into the latrine ditches, meanwhile Kadrin grabbed two spears and two short swords and started running back to his own barracks before any more guards could see.
Gnarlo gave up on whatever life he had and just sat down for a second to gather his thoughts.
"Not enough time" Maro picked up Gnarlo and ran into their barracks.
Most of the men in their barracks were aware of what was going on since they were looking out the window as Maro was slapped over and over again. Shocked, scared and happy they looked dumbfounded as Maro busted in.
"Ok everyone, do whatever you can to get a weapon, we are breaking out today, I want to get laid!"
Maro grabbed the two short swords from Kadrin, Kadrin and Gnarlo armed themselves with the two spears.
Just then the alarm bells were ringing throughout the prison. As the guards were running around headless trying to organize in front of the gate.
Maro decided it was time for a racist speech, so he stood up.
"How long have you suffered, under the great irony that is the Unity Kingdom, somehow only Order races are in prison. It doesn't feel like unity, it doesn't feel like equality"
Maro had everyone's attention
"These green disgusting fucks and mongrel mutts they have gaurding us are fucking stupid"
Everyone was intently looking at him
"Our people have suffered too long under this regime, how are we the noble and proud Order races in prison for saying the truth. They are disgusting, they are Evil incarnate and they deserve to be purged!" he yelled.
"To live and prosper, is a goal worth fighting for. Succumbing to your fate as a prisoner is not peace, I would rather fight and die… I will lead the charge against the mongrels. Those who wish to look me in the eye as equals can follow, those who have succumbed to being less than can stay"
Maro held both short swords tightly and kicked the door off its hinges.
The whole fucking purpose of issueing spears to all the guards is to form a line, but lack of cohesion from the wolfmen and orcs just looked like a jumble of meatheads balled up. Like toddlers playing football, all chasing the ball.
There were about 30 guards jumbling around in the prison courtyard, they all stared at Maro.
Maro exaggerated a laugh, I cannot die he thought, at least not until he felt the thickness of Hilda in her entirety for a full 24 hours… He smirked, looking crazy.
Kadrin and Gnarlo were stuck pushing each other as their spears were stuck in the door frame. Eventually they came out and the three of them stood side by side. Gnarlo was shaking in his boots and Kadrin was shaking with testosterone.
The sight was hysterical, one crazy giant human with a dwarf and gnome who had Parkinson's.
Everyone from all the barracks was looking out of their window. These guys were crazy, no way they won three on thirty. Not just that Wolfmen were just as tall as Orcs and much more vicious, with teeth and claws they didn't even need weapons.
Maro activated bloodrush, his muscles swelled, he got tunnel vision, he wanted to fuck, but he had to kill first, the faster he killed the faster he could fuck.
[Vanguard Charge]
He blasted off, leaving Kadrin and Gnarlo in the dust.
Being grateful he had unlocked his class, Maro charged into the crowd of guards, immediately decapitating three of them with a wide swing of his blades.
Ironically each wolfman and orc was formidable by themselves, but in this jumbled mess they were getting in each other's way. Wolfmen's instinct to kill had gotten the best of them and the Orcs were just stupid angry. Maro was easily dodging and circling the crowd, lopping off spear heads and limbs as they reached for him.
Upon seeing Maro's charge, all the men from his barracks busted out. Armed with bed posts, floor boards and most importantly a sense of hope. They ran up to join Kadrin and Gnarlo who lined them up for a coordinated charge.
Maro had been distracting the group of guards, so in spite of being hungry and weaker than the guards. The group charge led by Kadrin and Gnarlo slammed into the side of the guards unaware. Their two spears pierced flesh on the first charge.
Granted most of the prisoners were starving and emaciated, a couple of them got torn apart by Orcs and Wolfmen.
Maro went 'ooooofff' as a Wolfman crushed a human's head between his jaws. He went 'eeeee' when an orc made a gnome shish kabob by spearing two of them at the same time.
But their sacrifices were not in vain, Maro had taken advantage of the confusion and was shredding through them fast.
Almost half of the guards were dead by his hand already, he didn't even pay attention to the experience prompts, but he had leveled up again.
The battle was almost a victory, if they could kill the rest they could escape out the front before the two other shifts of guards came out. More and more people were rushing out of the barracks to help, as the guards were dying they were all picking up spears and short swords.
Maro killed the last guard by piercing his orc heart, he yelled a war cry. And then the couple hundred people in the yard all cheered as well.
Fuck, a fireball came out of nowhere and exploded in the middle of the cheering, multiple prisoners were immediately dead and a dozen had flames on them.
From the main office in the back of the compound, stood a goblin covered in gold jewelry and holding a shaman staff. He snarled his mouth exposing moss green teeth, he started casting another fire ball.
That must be the warden Greentooth… "Find Shelter!" Maro yelled as Greentooth let loose another fire ball. This time only killing one person.
As the fireball settled, the two other shifts of guards rushed out from behind him. This time the guards were outnumbered. Greentooth most likely regenerating mana was not going to cast spells into his back line. They were a couple hundred meters away from the front of the Prison… Maro had to think.
"LISTEN, all spears go to the dwarves now!, line up. All shortswords go to human fighters, form up behind and hold the flanks. All Gnomes behind and hidden, throw rocks and whatever you can to distract them."
It was life or death for all of them, of course they listened. Kadrin took charge of the Dwarf line, Lower centre of gravity, uniform height, heavy boys… the dwarves were made to hold the spear line.
Meanwhile the humans lined up behind, ready to cover the flanks, short swords in hand. Long limbs, good reach… Humans were made for the Sword.
Gnarlo and his gnomes helped by coordinating debris to throw.
"Everyone unarmed, hide and throw debris with the Gnomes, if an opportunity to grab a weapon arises, form up. Spears go to dwarves and shortswords go to Humans, Gnomes stay support!"
Maro's voice boomed.
The individual prowess of the Wolfmen was downright scary and the Orcs were no less intimidating. But all of them were too feral.
The Wolfmen were faster than the Orcs and the Wolves kept bumping into the Orcs as they passed them, with some falling over. The bloodlust of the wolves even led some of them to drop weapons entirely so they could claw and bite. The Orc bloodlust was even worse, by the time they were halfway to the line, half of the Orcs had spear holes in their backs for being too slow.
They didn't form up at all, the wolves ran into the spear wall first, one at a time almost. Most were skewered, the orcs not giving a fuck, piled right into the back of the wolves. The weight of the charge actually created a small breach but it was pushed back immediately as the humans had complete freedom to stab and slash.
The remaining swordsmen came around the side and started to envelop all of the guards, in a matter of minutes they were all dead and now the spear wall grew as dwarves joined up and as humans picked up swords.
Greentooth was looking at this, completely in disbelief. Each wolfmen was strong enough to cut through 10 humans like paper, each orc could crush a dwarf's skull bare handed… yet somehow they all died. They barely killed any humans and dwarves.
He was pissed, this work camp was the source of his income and entrusted to him by his cousin the Merchant lord. He would rather destroy it all.
Greentooth summoned the rest of his mana, if Fireball wasn't enough he would use Meteor. A giant fireball was forming in the sky, this spell took a little bit to cast… Greentooth saw the giant human sprinting at him, he grinned… Not fast enough human.
Suddenly he was pelted with a rock and lost a bit of concentration, and then another and another. The gnomes had snuck around and were tossing rocks to interrupt his spell casting… Greentooth roared, re-focusing on casting the spell while enduring all the rocks.
He turned his attention back to the human… still too far away… "Get ready to die hum…"
[Vanguard Charge]
Greentooth was a mage, so physically he wasn't any different than a regular Goblin. Maro went for the flashy kill and repeated what he did the first time he used Vanguard charge.
He purposefully delayed using it a bit, collided with Greentooth and then hit the stone wall behind him. BOOOM, an explosion of blood, flesh and bones!
[1867 experience gained]
[level up, you are now level 4]