Nagol stands as he watches his monsters climb and enter the wall. Shoguk stands shaking in fear as he hears the screams of the different creations coming from inside the wall. A few elves are thrown out of some of the holes in the wall, their bodies landing on the ground with a guttural splat.
"You two!" Nagol looks at two of the buffed creations as he begins to command them. "Bust down the main entrance now!" before they could think they both begin to run at the entrance ramming into it with their sides causing the entrance to crumble. "The rest of you begin to attack through the main entrance, spread out and take the wall," with that Nagol turns around and walks towards the wagons as the rest of the creations run towards the entrance.
Inside the hole elvish bodies lay dead next to different creations. Zhab shakes as he runs at different elves, cutting them with claws. Some of the creations that fight with him use sharp wings to slice at the elves. But for every elf killed it seems two creations die. Zhab desperately tries to keep himself composed as he watches arrows impale the creations he was held captive with. Voices can be heard from a staircase accompanied by the sound of armor clanking as Zhab continues to fight.
Shoguk runs at elvish foot soldiers, their attacks bouncing off his scaly skin. He throws punches clearly untrained but the scales scrape on his targets causing even his inexperience to be enough. The roar of a creation is her as one of the foot soldiers is picked up and slammed into the ground. The scent of blood begins to overwhelm Shoguk, a scent he never truly thought he'd smell like this.
As the elves' bodies fall lifelessly onto the floor some creations grab their weapons from their corpses and use them to fight the elves. Others attempted to flee, panicked and scared of death, but they could not escape it outside the wall. The screaming grows louder and the walls get painted with the blood of elves and Nagol's creations.
The local leader of the wall stands at the top of the wall, someone who looks like they have been awarded and praised throughout the elvish cities. "I'm sorry that your life has been led to this," she impales a creation with a longsword watching as life leaves its eyes before gently setting the corpse down. "A fighter deserves respect and should die with honor."
The elvish foot soldiers begin to slowly take steps back going up staircases as Shoguk and the other creations push them up the wall. A separate group of foot soldiers reach Zhab and his group attempting to push them out the hole they entered through but to no avail. The remaining archers launch arrows from behind the foot soldiers as they run up stairs attempting to reach the top of the wall.
As the group of foot soldiers backing away from Shoguk's group reach the floor with Zhab's group the two elvish groups both turn and start to retreat to the top of the wall.
The leader writes something down on a piece of paper hastily before impaling it with an arrow. She aims towards the local city and launches the arrow. "The queen will hopefully attempt to retake the wall," she turns back to the staircase watching as the archers emerge from it followed by foot soldiers and the occasional creation which is quickly disposed of and gently laid down beside her. "Know if the elves win this day you shall receive a proper burial."
As the last foot soldier arrives the elves quickly form a defensive line with archers on the far flanks of both sides of the wall. The different creations begin to flood out of the staircase; the first few who emerge are quickly impaled with arrows. Some of their limp bodies falling off the wall and landing onto the barren desert below. As the creatures crash into the elvish line blood gets splattered onto the roof roof the wall as bodies begin to fall both on and off the wall.
The leader fights in the chaos as she slays the different creations one by one. Shoguk looks over at the desert for a second and watches as the wagons begin to move away. His eyes widened with horror. While he is distracted arrows deflect off his scaly skin until he is grabbed by the leader who stabs his chest and sets his body down gently next to the others she has killed. Zhab in a moment of desperation and fear jumps off the wall just far enough to be able to land in a tree. He begins to jump from tree to tree as he climbs down to elven grass.
Of the creatures that remain some are engaged in combat with the archers while others are still fighting the defensive line. The more beastly creations slam elves into the walls roof, some simply throwing the elves off the wall. But after a while and a good amount of arrows they grow sluggish until a foot soldier or the leader stabs them, killing them for good. As the creations continue to fall, some taking a few elves with them only three remain and about thirty five elves still stand. The last three turn and attempt to run only for two of them to be impaled by an arrow and the other stabbed by the leader.
"It seemed none of you wanted to fight, I'm sorry you had to meet your end this way," the leader turns to the remaining soldiers, her eyes not filled with triumph but regret. "I understand we hate the orcs, but fighters, soldiers, and warriors of any kind deserve to be put to rest peacefully so they may live a long and blessed afterlife. Gather the dead of both sides and we shall allow them all peace."
Zhab glances back at the wall, seeing the remains of the battle. He continues to jump from tree to tree till he can see the grass below him.
Nagol does not return to the city where he committed the atrocities he did. He stops his wagon stepping out as the guards who are with him stop as well looking at him. "Tell all of Bhic the truth. Tell them what I did that they never saw. I will never return to that city nor will I ever show my face at any orc city again," his face breaks as a tear runs down his face. "When Bhic is aware that the hero of the orcs was never such a thing, you are all free to go and live. Have my projects destroyed. No one should ever go down the path I did."
With that he leaves his wagon and begins to walk off on his own leaving his guards to look at each other confused before continuing to ride to the city.
Zhab jumps to another tree missing his jump and landing on his back. Pain surges through his senses. He shakes his head regaining his focus before he begins to lick his arm clean some. As he looks around he sees a small tree that he uses to sleep the night at. As he wakes he sees a group of six elves accompanied by two squadrons along with one human one of the elves inspecting him for injuries.