Gnarlo drew in the dirt with a stick
"Okay, so confirmed, Orc village a couple hours north east, there are roughly 500 of them… no walls, just mud huts and tents. Of the 500, around 200 are solid warriors, but expect the 300 women and children to fight to the death as well"
Maro nodded "We'll kill them all"
"Hold up for a god damn minute, the numbers don't make sense. Just their warriors outnumber us and the women and children are just as ruthless if not as strong, how exactly do you plan on dealing with that"
He smiled "same way we did at the prison, pitched battle, we'll line up across from them and use their stupidity and aggression against them"
Gnarlo whipped Maro with the stick multiple times "Ouch"
"I forgot to mention that they have prisoners in the centre of their camp, roughly 30 humans and dwarves… I imagine they killed and ate any gnomes they caught. Pitched battle might risk their safety"
Kadrin spoke up "you're overthinking it, as soon as they see us, all prisoners will be left behind without any guards… perfect time for a couple of sneaky gnomes to release them"
"Our advantage is the most basic of organizational ability, they are so stupid and brain dead, it's all we need to win… One on One yeah almost everyone here would lose a direct duel with an Orc… We just need to get them pissed off and run into the shield wall… why are we waiting lets line up and march"
As the lads were forming up, Maro wondered if he could conquer this world with the most basic military doctrine, so far life had been easy enough for him… all though he didn't know if he could handle a direct hit from a fireball… He decided against conquering the world, the part after conquering bothered him, he hated administrative work…
The orc village was at the top of a hill, they quietly formed up at the bottom. Under extreme protest and verbal insult by both Gnarlo and Kadrin, he convinced them that this was the best strategy given their numbers and orc tactics… Their momentum would work against them.
2 rows of Dwarf shield wall formed up, 35 dwarves wide. The 25 human swordsmen loosely formed up at flanks to guard the crossbowmen and to jump on opportunities when presented. The 50 Gnomish crossbowmen lined up tightly behind the shield wall.
"Alright folks, we're here to save our own and kill theirs. All you have to focus on today… Now make some noise!"
At the order Spears and shields were rhythmically hitting each other, the humans were yelling racial slurs, every unique slur got a chuckle out of Kadrin… he spit on the floor but hit his boot.
After a minute of noise, hundreds of Orcs appeared on top of the huge hill, most were unarmed but the warriors had stone axes and spears… the Order army looked like ants from up there.
The village chief Krok stepped forward, scars covered his skin more than his loincloth, in fact his balls hung out the bottom. He laughed out loud "Puny ants, we kill you, we eat you, we fuck you dead or alive HAHAHAHAH"
Krok roared.
With that, Maro activated [War Cry]
His voice thundered and it was like an adrenaline rush surged through his mini army, their veins seemed like they would burst, ready to kill immediately… Thank fuck the Orcs were aggressive, using war cry before battle would be dumb against smarter opponents… just wait till it wore off and the entire army had an adrenaline dump. He took a mental note to use it during battles going forward.
The Orcs were far enough away to just get a slight scare, which made them even angrier that they would even feel a slight bit of intimidation from such puny chattel. They charged immediately at the taunt.
The scene reminded Maro of some stupid gameshow, 500 lumbering Orcs, men, women and children. They started stumbling, tripping and rolling down the hill, more than half lost their balance.
"Fire!"
The gnomes unleashed a volley, not killing a single orc, but causing even more of them to trip and stumble down the hill.
The chief Orc who was in the front of the pack, fell just 10 meters before the line and rolled right in front of the spears where he was stabbed into swiss cheese by the spears immediately.
The Orcs kept falling and charging into the spears a couple of orcs at a time, the dwarves had to stop their stabbing and just brace themselves as best as they could.
The pile of bodies kept getting bigger, so big in fact that it made a ramp of orcs for the others to jump over.
Maro and the swordsmen dealt with the jumpers immediately as they couldn't stop their momentum.
"15 paces back Maro yelled"
The dwarf line in unison went back 15 steps now as the rest of the orcs jumped over their families bodies they landed right into the spear wall again.
Three times they had to do a structured 15 pace retreat, by the end of the battle they had 3 walls of dead orcs… all 500 dead.
The first wall was mainly warriors… by the last wall it was all orc children.
Good riddance the Trio thought.
Before the last wave of orcs were done, the prisoners were all safe and sound, eating some food and watching the blood bath unfold in the distance.
Aside from some light damage, not one death amongst his side… He let out a cheer!
The men roared in unison!
And then Maro sprinted up the hill and yelled "Finders Keepers!". Maro didn't want to take the joy of looting away from his men, but he also wanted to get the best stuff. A village of 500 must have enough stuff to loot for all his men.
With his tall frame and enhanced physique, he was half way up the hill before his men registered what was happening.
As he overcame the edge of the hill, he was pissed, the fucking sneaky little gnomes who rescued the prisoners were running between the tents taking whatever they could carry, luckily it wasn't a lot.
He saw Gnarlo, who spotted him back. They both looked at the Chiefs tent and then back at each other. Off Gnarlo went… he was closer but Maro's legs were longer and he used Bloodrush, he blew past the Gnome and entered the Chiefs tent.
Maro's mouth dropped at the site.
It was as fancy as a tent an orc could make, nice furs lining the floor, and a fire pit in the middle. But what he couldn't stop staring at, were the two most beautiful women he had ever seen who were collared to a post by the Chiefs bed. They were tall, 180 cm at least, close to his height, their figures were perfect, athletic, beautiful, dull pink hair, emerald eyes and really pointy ears…
Suddenly Gnarlo busted in "Hey not fucking fair to use combat abilities to loot…" Gnarlo was staring also
"Top tier elf sex slaves" Gnarlo muttered to Maro
"They look like twins," Maro muttered back… "I will tell Jenny, so back off"
Gnarlo still staring whispered "we are not in a committed relationship and do not tell her"
Both of the degenerates realized what they were doing as the Elf women were cowering under the fur.
"We are very sorry, we have slain the Orcs of this village, you are free to go"
Maro slowly approached and with his hands, he snapped the rusty iron collars. The elf women covered themselves up with furs and cried with relief. Even Maro thought his degeneracy was inappropriate right now.
"I will go get some women from the camp to help you" he told them.
He stepped outside and then he saw the swordsmen rampaging through the tents, he grabbed 2 unlucky men and told them to guard the chief's tent until some women came to relieve them.
He was going to fetch them himself as he was the fastest but as he came to the edge of the hill and looked down, he immediately collapsed, unable to breathe. Some humans thought something happened and ran over and they collapsed breathless on the hill also, one even started rolling down he couldn't stop himself.
What they saw was a terrible sight… The dwarves with their short legs could barely run up the hill to loot. Their short legs and heavy armour was no help, once they fell and started rolling they couldn't stop till they hit the Orc wall. They were churning up all the grass trying to climb, making it even worse, the hill turned into a mud slide.
Seeing humans laughing at the top enraged them and they formed a line to get up. Kadrin, seeing Maro laughing, took his helmet and whipped it at Maro, his eyes were too covered in tears to see. The helmet hit him in his dick and balls, Maro crumpled and rolled to the bottom of the hill in pain and laughter.
The dwarves cheered at the bullseye and followed suit throwing their helmets at the humans up top. They suffered more casualties conquering this hill then they did killing 500 orcs.
Maro got some female camp followers to tend to the Elf women at the top of the hill and then he got ready for a night of Partying. The gnomes had found a shit ton of stolen wine barrels, despite not being able to loot a lot of coin they got a lot of quality of life items, enough furs for everyone to sleep warm and comfy, portable tents and a shit ton of smoked meat.