(World Map Drawn by Me for this book: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cuA9IiAYE8VmZaHJN9bIDhkp2XYCcC8wwymY7pW5YrM/edit?tab=t.0)
Among the borders of the Tribal Union of Orcs and the Elf Kingdom lies a vast grassland, with the forest of the Elf Kingdom visible due to the flat terrain, and the sands of the Orcs' desert as well. The movement of a cavalry wound always stirs up a cloud of dust, let alone a group of Elite Orc Archers galloping on Sandrush Beasts at full speed.
The Orcs are natural-born warriors born to fight; they're trained on cavalry even before they can properly walk, therefore making them excellent hunters across the desert. Elite Orc cavalry is the deadliest, especially at chasing down their targets on their grounds.
However, these guys had a common issue while hunting down their target; they had a habit of watching their prey bleed and suffer for a while before brutally killing them. But if that prey is a female, a good-looking female, then it would be a living hell for their prey.
Their 'prey' is a tough-looking man riding on a Windrift Deer, and a smaller girl, about 16 or so, lying in his arms, clearly wounded. The long and pointy ears beside their head proved their race to be Elves.
The Orcs laughed behind them as they pulled out their tomahawks instead of their bows; the leading Orc purposely aimed high as he launched his tomahawk towards the two Elves, barely missing their ears. The Orcs enjoyed the fear their prey emits. What fun will it be if their prey dies quickly?
The male Elf bent over as a tomahawk came streaking above him, and he grunted as he looked back to check on the distant, only to find the gap between them closing. The young female elf in his arm seems to notice their current situation.
"Toross! You have the permission to use the flameblast scroll!" She called, and Toross, the male Elf, nodded as he pulled out a rolled-up scroll, chanted for a short moment before throwing the scroll behind them.
There was a flash, then an explosion that engulfed the Orc cavalry, but as the dust settled, none were taken down, the magic attack only pissed them further.
"Your majesty, they have barriers, my mana is running low, I can't cast anymore offensive attacks." Toross sighed as he drew his saber, "When we reach the edge of our forest, run, I'll buy you as much time as possible!"
"Toross! I can't-" Before she could finish, a tomahawk came below them and sliced their horse's hooves off, the horses cried as it fell face flat, causing Toross and the Elf princess to fly out as they hit the sand a few feet in front of them.
Cheers erupted from the Orc cavalry as they pulled up, surrounding the two elves.
"What do we have here?" The Orc leader licked his lips as his eyes widened upon the elf princess, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. His colleagues also got the signal as they hopped down with the same expression.
Toross stood up as he made his stance, lunging at the Orc, but due to his strained mana and body, it made him an easy target. The Orc dodged his slow thrust and knocked him onto the ground, stepping on his arm; with a bone-chilling crack, Toross is forcefully disarmed.
The Orc noticed the necklace on the female elf, he picked up her chin and studied her with his hideous eyes, "A royal, oh we're in deep luck guys." His eyes then darted down, then he pushed the elf princess onto the ground with her arms and legs spread apart.
"Princess Ellyn!" Toross growled, ignoring the burning pain on his broken arm, he struggled to reach for his dagger located next to his boot, but his intention made it very clear as the two Orcs pulled him up and locked his shoulders, forcing him to watch the scene.
"Now, now, elf, my orders are to capture the princess alive, yes, that's the objective... but," He had a very messed up smile, "that doesn't mean she'll get there looking like a royal." Toross's eyes widened as he grasped the Orc's action.
With a laugh, the Orc grabbed Ellyn's dress and violently tore it apart. Ellyn screamed as she tried to break free from the Orc's grip, but due to the size differences, it was hopeless. But as he heard the curses by Toross, his expression turned to annoyance and irritation.
"Why are you pigs letting the male live? Kill the male and you all can have fun with this Ellyn, herherher..."
Ellyn's eyes were filled with fear and desperation as tears streamed down her face. Her loyal bodyguard Toross was then beheaded in front of her.
"Herher, Alpha, better don't ruin her too bad," another Orc sneered, "I've never fucked an elf royal before."
Ellyn has only a few fabrics covering her now. She squeezed her eyes shut and braced for the pain. She felt the Orc against her body. Father... Mother... Please... Someone... Whoever it is... help...She's going to die in humiliation- NO. Ellyn is ready to bite her tongue.
Then, as if the gods had heard her prayer, a loud crackle thundered through the air, as if a lightning bolt had struck the ground next to them.
Then there was a loud thump.
Ellyn slowly opened her eyes. The Orc who was about to violate her was on the ground, his body twitched several times, then fell unresponsive.
Dead.
A few more of the same loud crackles, and the rest of the Orcs fell screaming, small holes appeared on their flesh as a pool of blood, quickly soaked up by the hot sand below.
Then, a loud rumble can be heard approaching from the woods. Ellyn slowly climbed onto her knees and saw what took out the Orcs, and it's something she never imagined existed.
It looked almost like a large crate of steel, with its 'feet' spinning below it, a small head with a strange, metal tube sticking out from its 'nose'. The metal beast stopped in front of her, then its head opened, and a human popped his head out.
"Uh, miss? You want a ride?" He asked.
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Just ten minutes earlier, Ivan was blown apart by a TOW missile from the enemy M3 Bradley IFV.
Then the next second, Ivan found himself waking up in the middle of a forest.
"Fucking hell... Am I in Vietnam?" He groaned as he slowly got up, then he felt something weird. Ivan looked down and spotted a brand new AEK-791 assault rifle equipped with a PK-23 Red Dot sight, single-piece construction stock, and a standard 30-round magazine. In his waist holster was the Makorav pistol with a Hatsune Miku sticker, yup, his customized personal pistol that exposed his inner ACG geek self.
Around his upper body was a 6B45 Ballistic Vest, standard among his military. The same cap he'd worn throughout his tank commander career, and basically... everything he had before.
"Cool, but..." He stared into the woods surrounding him, "I don't think this is where the dead are supposed to go. Now where the fuck am I?"
Suddenly, he heard ruffles from the bushes in front of him, Ivan immediately cocked his rifle and pointed at the bushes; this unfamiliar terrain and situation is getting onto his nerves. Heck, he wasn't sure if he was dead or alive anymore.
But now, Ivan knows of only one thing.
Survive long enough to find out what the hell happened to him.