The Tale of Agdug: Part 18 – Agdug Departs Ulylthemar

Agdug was soon ready to depart Ulylthemar for Grimnor’s war camp outside of Kaalhone. He would be travelling with several of his subordinates, some soldier escorts, and a handful of slaves to carry their supplies and to serve them during their journey.

But before Agdug departed, he made one last pass through the city to inspect its slaving operations. Near the gate, a small coffle of newly-captured slaves had arrived. The coffle of elf maidens was led into the city by a goblin, their arms locked in slave yokes. Some of them were crying. Others were silent, with terrified looks on their faces. Agdug knew that their fear and despair was important. It was the important first step for stripping away their resistance, and then their dignity, and then their identities, so that they could be transformed into exquisite, submissive slaves.

Agdug watched as the coffle was led through the city. He knew they were on their way to being collared and branded. He knew the next day or two would be particularly rough for them. Agdug continued down the street in another direction, until he found some other new arrivals lined up. These slaves had fresh brands on their thighs and new collars locked around their throats. Slavers were now inspecting and assessing them, to determine if they would be made into sex slaves, hard labor slaves, broodmares, or perhaps just tossed in a fuck pit

Agdug decided to inspect one last slave himself, before he departed. It was always a fun part of the job, to assess new chattel and decide how it would be utilized by the orc horde. He moved down the line to the first slave that had not yet been inspected. She was a young brunette. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and tears still slid down her cheeks. Perhaps it was from her branding. Perhaps it was general despair. She was also trembling in fear. She was standing in the slave inspection position and her cheeks were red with shame as she displayed herself. Nothing about her suggested she would make a submissive slave eager to please, but Agdug knew that she would soon be completely transformed, assuming she was worthy.

Agdug’s eyes roamed up and down the new slave meat. She was quite pretty, with small but supple breast, sure to grow as she got older, a pretty, innocent face, a plump ass, and a slim waist but with wide hips. Certainly pretty enough to avoid being made a labor slave, at least assuming her body reacted properly to an orc’s touch and she quickly learned to be obedient and pleasing. She even had fine enough looks and the hips suitable to potentially make her a broodmare.

Agdug reached out and let his hands trace up her torso, feeling her soft skin. He used both hands and began to grope her breasts and then knead them. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and was pleased that they stiffened quickly. Agdug could feal her trembling harder as he examined her and she started o whimper in fear. Agdug circled around the young elf maiden, squeezing and pinching her cheeks, her belly, her thighs and then her ass. He reached down to part her ass cheeks, to get a better look at her holes and he then he slid one hand between her cheeks and pushed his middle finger into her asshole. The elf maiden began to sob, but she did not try to pull away. It was a good sign. “Silence slut, or I will have you whipped,” Agdug growled and the elf maiden did her best to silence her sobs. It was another good sign. Whether it was fear or natural submissiveness that motivated her, she was striving to obey.

When Agdug circled back around to the front of the slave, Agdug slid his hand down her belly and then between her parted thighs. As his hand stroked the outline of her sex, he watched as her cheeks reddened more and more tears began to fall down he cheeks. But she also noticed how she began to squirm in reaction to his touch. As Agdug began to push a finger inside her cunt, the elf maiden grunted in discomfort and she clenched down with her pelvic muscles as if to keep Agdug’s fingers from entering her. She was not as wet as Agdug would have hoped but he knew in time her cunt would grow slick quickly and he pushed harder with his finger and forced it inside her, earning renewed whimpers from the slave. He withdrew his finger and then plunged in it again. And then again. And again. As he finger fucked the slave, her cunt started to juice up, and Agdug added a second finger. He began finger fucking her again, letting his fingers plunge in and out of her cunt, and observed as it began to grow slicker. Agdug used his thumb and began to rub her clit, pleased as it quickly stiffened. The elf maiden began to sob, humiliated and terrified as Agdug explored her hole. He ignored her sobs. He cared more at how quickly her cunt had crown wet from his touch. How quickly her nipples and clit had stiffened when teased. The slave had potential. And her reactions revealed her true nature, not her sobs. Her mind might still be in denial as to what she was but her body knew. In time, she would stop crying as she grew accustomed t being used by the orcs. And then soon enough, she would crave it. She would beg for it.

After a couple minutes, Agdug pulled his fingers free and examined them, pleased that they were glistening with her juices. He licked his fingers, enjoying the taste of the young elf’s cunt. He turned to his slavers. “Sex slave for this one,” he declared. She was pretty but not pretty enough to be made a broodmare.

Agdug departed to continues his rounds in the city for his final inspection of the slaving operations. He was going to miss Ulylthemar. But he was eager to set up a new slaving hub in Kaalhone, once the orcs took that city.

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Isilynor and the coffle of slaves had arrived in an orc village. She looked around at the various huts and tents as she walked down a dirt road. There were numerous orcs about. For the first time, Isilynor saw female orcs. There were many males too, but Isilynor realized that lots of them looked very young or very old. And she realized that probably many of the orcs of fighting age were probably in Elevosia. The thought of being a young orc’s first slave to fuck sent thrills down her spine.

Many of the orcs watched the coffle as it passed by and a young male orc yelled “Yes! We have some new elf cunt!” A few other orcs cheered in response. Isilynor smiled, beaming with pride that her cunt was already bringing joy to the orcs here. And the tickle she felt deep in her loins grew more intense. She was eager for her cunt to actually be used by the orcs of this village.

As Isilynor and the other slaves of the coffle continued on down the road, she also saw a number of elf maiden slaves. Most were hard at work. Some were chopping wood. Others were carrying water in buckets or baskets of freshly-picked fruits and vegetables. Isilynor saw a few others pulling a till through dirt in a field, a male orc using a whip to drive them forward as they struggled to pull the heavy till. Many slaves were also being used by orcs, having their cunts, asses, and faces fucked by grunting males. Isilynor even saw one elf maiden on her knees in front of a female orc, the slave’s face buried in the crotch of the female orc and licking away. The tingle in Isilynor’s loins intensified and she could feel her juices dripping down her thigh. She was so eager to service the orcs of this village and give them pleasure with her body.

The slaves were led to through the village to a fenced-in area. The orc escorting them opened a gate in the fence and the slaves were herded inside. As Isilynor looked around she saw a number of elf slaves in the fenced-in area. Most were on their knees servicing orcs with their mouths or on tall fours or on their backs being fucked. The slaves all looked to be in blissed as they were used. Isilynor rubbed her thighs in anticipation of being used.

“Halt, sluts!” an orc barked and the coffle stopped. The orc moved down the coffle, unchaining the elf maidens in it one by one. When they were all removed from the coffle, the orc ordered the slaves to kneel. Isilynor quickly complied, making sure her knees were parted extra wide, so that the orcs would hopefully notice her glistening cunt and want to fuck her.

The orc that had ordered them to kneel began to speak, “Welcome to your new home, sluts. This is a brothel camp and my name is Mogak and I run this camp. You cunts will work here in the camp servicing any orcs that come here looking to be serviced. While many of our males are off fighting the war in your world, we will not always need all of you here in the camp, so I will also frequently be sending you out in the village to work. Whether you are commanded to present yourselves to be fucked, or are sent into the village to work, you will obediently and enthusiastically comply with any command given, won’t you sluts.”

“Yes, Master,” the slaves replied in unison.

Mogak called out, “Lymseia come over here!” and a redheaded elf maiden, who had been in the camp servicing a male orc with her mouth when the coffle arrived, hurried over and knelt at Mogak’s feet.

“Yes, Master?” Lymseia replied. Isilynor jealously looked at the cum on her lips and Isilynor licked her own lips.

“Take these slaves to be fed and watered, and then they can begin their service in the camp,” Mogak commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Lymseia said, and she turned to the kneeling slaves. “Come slave sisters, I will take you to the food trough.” Isilynor and the other saves rose to their feet and followed Lymseia. Isilynor had been so focused on her arousal but as they walked again, she noticed the ache in the pit of her stomach and realized she was famished. She was relieved that they would get to eat. Lymseia led the slaves through the camp to a pair of large troughs, one filled with water and the other with slave gruel. The slaves knelt around the troughs to eat and drink.

As Isilynor slurped up slave gruel, she heard sobbing and she looked up. There was a coffle of slaves being driven through the camp by whip and many of them were crying. As they drew nearer, Isilynor realized they were not elves. They looked similar enough to elves, but their ears were not pointed. Isilynor realized they were humans, a race she had only read about in books before that day. She eyes them curiously and wondered why they were so distraught. Isilynor turned to Lymseia and asked, “Why are they crying?”

“As more elf slaves arrive, the orcs have no need for human slaves in this brothel camp. Those slaves are being sent sway from the village to a labor camp. Humans are not a very durable race, and most will not survive very long in the labor camp,” Lymseia replied.

Isilynor gave the human slaves a sympathetic look as they were led away. She pitied them. But it seemed elves were more durable, and so elf cunt would likely be able to take a harder pounding than a human cunt. So, it only made sense that the orcs preferred superior slaves. Isilynor again felt pride that her cunt would be of such use to the orc Masters here. She turned away from the humans and dipped her face into the food trough and began eating again. Then she crawled over to the water trough to drink. She soon stopped thinking about the human women. She was eager to begin serving her new orc Masters and Mistresses.

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King Vamir stood on the walls of Kaalhone and stared in horror at the amassed orcs. An hour earlier, General Rhothomir had rushed to the castle to warn King Vamir the orcs were planning something and Vanir had insisted he see it for himself. What he saw terrified him. Tens of thousands of orcs had lined up in formation outside the city. Previous times when they had attacked, it had usually been a few hundred at a time, to test the elves; defenses. And they had stopped trying that weeks ago. This was something else. There were many thousands of orcs lined up in formation. Tens of thousands. They appeared to be readying for an all-out assault.

The deafening sounds of the elves’ horns filled the air, warning of the impending attack. The sound mixed with the sound of the orcs war drums and the sounds of the orcs beating their weapons against their shield.

“Your highness, you should head back to the castle,” General Rhothomir said.

King Vamir shook his head. He knew this was Kaalhone’s last stand. They would need every elf capable of defending the city on the wall. That would include him. Today, they would either deal the orcs a stunning defeat and perhaps turn the tide of the war, just in time for the other elf kingdoms to arrive. Or the city would fall and every elf in the city would be killed or enslaved. He had hoped that the elven armies from the other kingdoms arrived in time to help liberate Argothrond. The reports he had received indicated the elves were amassing their armies at the border but had not yet attacked the orcs. They would not arrive in time to save Kaalhone. Kaalhone would have to defend itself. The day he had been waiting for, and feared, had finally arrived.

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Agdug was looking for Zunodagh, who was once again in the dungeon breaking and punishing obstinate elf cunts. As he stepped into the dungeon, Agdug heard angry shouting from an elf maiden.

A goblin was leading an elf maiden by a leash attached her collar. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back and her ankles were hobbled with a chain. There was a fresh brand on her thigh. That and her angry defiance made it clear she was new to slavery. “I will never submit! Just kill me because I will never accept slavery to you vile monsters! Save yourselves the trouble” she screamed.

Normally, the orcs would have dealt with such defiance by tossing or in a fuck pit or sending her to a work camp. They would not kill her. Elf cunt was too valuable. But they would also not take the time to train her into a refined slave. The orcs had so many slaves coming in, that they did not need to have patience with any elf cunts that resisted. The fact that this elf maiden was being taken into the dungeon and time would be spent breaking her likely meant she had been claimed by a prominent orc, Agdug assumed. Perhaps she had been some sort of prominent elf, either royalty or political leader, and was now a trophy for some orc leader. Or perhaps the orc had just liked her look. Indeed, she was quite pretty with a nice set of ample tits. But whatever the reason, this elf maiden was being sent here as a fresh slave to be broken of her firm defiance. The goblin tugged at her chain and led her downstairs to the lower level. Agdug chuckled. He knew she would be singing a very different tune soon enough. She was about to experience hell. Soon, she would understand there were fates much worse than being constantly ravaged by orcs.

Agdug headed in a different direction and headed up a set of stairs, where he found Zunodagh. “Ulylthemar is yours, Zunodagh,” Agdug said. “I am departing now for Kaalhone.”

“I envy you; in Kaalhone, you will get the chance to break a queen and some princesses. And tens of thousands of more elf cunts. Enjoy, my friend,” Zunodagh said, grinning.

Agdug nodded to his deputy and then turned to depart. As he exited the dungeon, he heard the faint sound of screams coming from the lower level, muffled by the stone floors and walls of the dungeon. He figured it was the defiant blonder with the big tits. It sounded like she as quickly regretting her decision to remain defiant.

Agdug made his way for the gate so that he could depart with his travelling party. He was proud of the operation he had set up here. So many slaves had arrived here in Ulylthemar as proud, defiant, virtuous, or honorable elf maidens. All of them had left or would eventually leave as eager, submissive little sluts. Agdug knew that much of that was to his credit. But he also thought it spoke too another truth. Elf maidens were all natural slaves and the orcs were properly putting them in their place.

He hoped that when he arrived at Grimnor’s camp that Kaalhone would already be taken. He knew that not just his future slaving plans rested on the taking of Kaalhone. The orcs’ success in their campaign to invade this world, and Grimnor’s future as war chieftain, all depended on it as well.

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Isilynor was crouched down on the ground, her face planted on the foot of a young female orc. Isilynor was licking her sole, cleaning it of the dirt and sweat. The taste of the dirt and sweat filled her mouth, mixing with the sex juices of the orc. Isilynor had been commanded to worship the female orc’s pussy before ordered to clean her feet. Isilynor was not the only slave there. Another slave was next to Isilynor, licking the feet of a second young female orc. And on the other side of them was a third female orc, and a third elf slave on her knees at the feet of the female orc, lapping at her sex. The orc was grunting in pleasure as her pussy was licked.

The three slaves had been put on cleaning duty but the young female orcs had found them and were just as curious as their male counterparts were about the skills of elf slaves at pleasuring orcs. Isilynor and the other two slaves were now all proving their skills well.

As the slaves used their mouths on the female orcs, the orcs were having a conversation about two other female orcs, who Isilynor surmised was missing. “Ghorza and Sharoga have been missing for months now. Where could they have possibly gone? None of the elders are saying anything about it. They are very hush about it. It makes me suspicious. It makes me worried,” the first female orc said.

“Ghorza and Sharoga were both daughters of Grimnor. Maybe they were kidnapped by a rival of the War Chieftain,” the second orc said.

The third laughed. “The war chieftain probably has dozens of daughters. And hundreds of sons. What would taking two of his daughters even accomplish? And the last thing a rival of Grimnor would want to do is breed more grandsons for him.”

“Then where are they?” the second said, frowning.

“They were almost old enough to be bred. Maybe they were just sent to a breeding camp?” the third orc said.

“Then why are the elders so hush about it,” the first said, worry in her voice.

Isilynor barely heard the orc Mistresses talking as she serviced the one. She was focused on her task. She was glad to service the orc Mistress, though the tingle in her loins had turned to a roaring fire. She was so aroused and needed the relief that only a thick orc cock could provide. But she knew she would have to wait. The orc Mistresses needed her service now. She was a slave and her own pleasure was irrelevant. The reason for her existence was to give the superior orcs pleasure. But then a gruff, male orc voice called out, “Blond slut, come over here and display.”

Isilynor knew she was the only blonde slave in the group of three there. She lifted her face away from the female orc’s foot and looked up at her. “Mistress, may I go see the Master?” she asked. The female had a scowl, not wanting to surrender the service of the slave, but she knew she was subject to the rule of the males in the clan. She nodded.

Isilynor wiped the drool from her chin and hurried over to the male. She realized it was Mogak, who ran the brothel camp. And standing next to him were two younger-looking male orcs. Isilynor. Isilynor knelt in front of them, again spreading her knees wide to give a good view of her cunt, in hopes of enticing the orcs to fuck her.

“Cunt, is your name Isilynor?” Mogak asked.

“Yes, Master,” Isilynor replied.

Mogak turned to the two younger orcs. “Urog, Ewkbanok, this slut here was claimed by your father before he died. She was elf royalty before she was enslaved. As property of your father, she will go to you or one of your brothers. Soon, you will be joining your other brothers on the battlefield in the elf world. Grimnor will likely reward this elf cunt to one of you, or one of your brothers. But until you depart for the elf world, and until she is given to one of Grakam’s sons, feel free to fuck her whenever you want.”

Isilynor looked up at the two young orcs. Her heart was pounding. She was so eager to be fucked. Would one of you like to sample my holes, Masters?” she asked, unable to contain the excitement in her voice.

Urog and Ewkbanok looked at each other and Ewkbanok said, “You can have first go at her and I will try her out when you are done.”

Urog smiled and looked down at the young elf maiden, who was now squirming in anticipation. “Would you like me on all fours to present my ass and cunt, Master? Or on my back with my legs spread?” Isilynor asked.

Urog didn’t respond. Instead, he bent down and grabbed Isilynor by her hair and pulled her over. “Get me hard with your mouth, slut,” he sternly ordered and Isilynor eagerly began sliding her tongue up and down his shaft before she took him into her mouth and began licking and sucking as her head bobbed up and down. Urog grunted, enjoying the feel of her mouth and tongue as Isilynor slurped away. He was rock hard in no time. He bet down again, grabbed Isilynor by the hips, and hoisted her into the air.

He lowered her, positioning her over his cock so that it slid up inside her cunt as she sank down. Isilynor threw her head back and moaned loudly as she was impaled by Urog’s cock. Urog placed his hands under each of Isilynor’s knees and then began to pull her up and down on his cock. Isilynor moaned and gasped as the orc’s cock reamed her over and over. She was in heaven. 

 She was serving her purpose and she could not be happier.

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King Vamir stoon the ramparts and stared at the orcs amassed in front of the city. The orcs had not charged yet, but they were all in formation and they were still beating their weapons against their fields and beating their war drums. The attack was clearly imminent. The orcs were just out of range of the elves’ ballistas. But as soon as they charged, the elves would be ready. Thousands of elves manned the walls ready to rain down death up on the orcs with their bows and ballistas.

General Rhothomir was standing next to King Vamir, and he was barking commands to his subordinates, coordinating the efforts to defend the city.

As Vamir scanned over the orc’s forces he noticed movement far back, well behind the orcs’ rearguard, along the small forest that was south of the city. Orcs had begun to emerge from the tree line. Reinforcements, Vamir assumed. The orcs emerging from the forest were quite were far away but as they drew closer to the orcs’ rearguard, Vamir could see they were rolling something. As they drew closer still, he saw that they were wooden contraptions on wheels. Still, he did not recognize what they were. But General Rhothomir apparently did. “They have catapults!” he shouted, clearly alarmed. Vamir turned and saw the fear in Rhothomir’s eyes. The word was familiar to Vamir, maybe something he had learned about in his youth, but he could not recall what it was. From Rhothomir’s reaction, he guessed it was bad news

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Urzkhal rode upon the centaur Bhuretha from the rearguard to the front lines of the orcs’ forces. He smiled as he looked down at the former leader of the centaur. Many months ago, he had captured her and she had reluctantly agreed to help the orcs in their efforts against the elves, in return for the orcs sparing the lives of the centaurs’ foals. They had been reluctant participants in the orcs;’ invasion. But that had been many months ago. The centaurs had been fully broken in and trained now. They were beasts of burden, just as much as the horses and hell hounds that other orcs rode. Or the elf slaves that the orcs captured and trained. Bhuretha and her centaurs no longer lived under the hope or illusion that they would eventually be freed. They were unquestionably obedient.

Urzkhal found Grimnor on the front lines, standing with Orgzul. Urzkhal dismounted Bhuretha. “The catapults are lined up,” Urzkhal reported to Grimnor. Grimnor nodded. “Then take out their walls,” he commanded. Grimnor turned and stared at the city that had avoid being conquered for so long. Today it would fall. Today, he would acquire his first elven queen as a slave.

Urzkhal mounted Bhuretha and rode her back to the rearguard. The attack would begin. At the very rear of the orcs’ forces, in a long line, were several dozen large catapults, built by the goblins and the elf slaves. The bucket of each catapult was filled with large rocks or large iron balls that had been forged. There were piles of the large projectiles near where the orcs had lined up the catapults, put there by slaves the day prior. The buckets were winched down, but at the pull of a lever on the side of each catapult, the sored energy would release and would send the large projectiles flying through the air at incredible speeds. An orc stood next to each catapult, ready to pull the lever. These projectiles would decimate the walls of Kaalhone. Or so Urzkhal prayed. It was time to find out. He nodded to one of his officers who blew a horn, alerting Grimnor and the others that the attack was about to begin. Then Urzkhal screamed, “Fire!”

Orcs pulled the levers and the tension holding the buckets was released, sending the buckets flyting forward and hurling their projectiles through the air in long arcs. With loud thunderous claps and explosions, most of the projectiles smashed into the walls of Kaalhone. Where the struck, huge chunks of the wall shattered or were crumbled. Screams rang out from the elves as they were crushed by the debris or fell from the wall to their deaths.

“Again! Keep firing until their wall is dust!” Urzkhal scream. The orcs began turning a gear on the catapults to pull the bucket back to firing position. Other orcs were standing by to load more projectiles into the buckets. Soon a steady volley of rocks and iron balls were smashing into the elves’ wall.

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General Rhothomir screamed commands at the panicked elves as projectile and after projectile smashed into the wall. With each impact, there was an explosion of stone and brick, and the screams of any elves unfortunately to be on that portion of the wall. It was immediately clear to Vamir as he watched that the elves were helpless against the catapults. The catapults, and the rest of the orc army, were out of the range of the elves’ ballistas. King Vamir watched helplessly as rock and metal projectiles slammed into the walls of the city, crumbling the wall bit by bit.

“If they destroy the walls, we are finished!” Vamir shouted, over the panicked shouts of the soldiers around him. “You have to take out those catapults!”

“If I send out our infantry and cavalry to try to engage the orcs, they will be crushed. There are too many orcs!” General Rhothomir replied. “They will never be able to reach the catapults!”

“Then what do we do!?” Vamir cried.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” Rhothomir yelled back, panic in his voice. A rock smashed into the wall about twenty tards away from Vamir and Rhothomir. A portion of the wall crumbled at the impact. “Your highness, you should retreat to the castle!” Rhothomir shouted,

But Vamir had no intent of retreating. He knew it would do no good. If the orcs breached the walls, the city and the castle would fall.

The orcs continued slamming projectile after projectile into the walls. Numerous portions of the wall were partially collapsed. The mangled bodies of elves lay on the ground everywhere. As Vamir watched the carnage unfolding, he heard the creaking sound of wheels. He looked up, thinking perhaps the orcs were moving the catapults in closer. But what he saw approaching the wall were not catapults. They were large wooden towers, on wheels. He had no idea what they were.

“Gods, they have siege towers too!” Rhothomir groaned, terror in his eyes as he saw the large wooden contraptions lurching forward. “Archers, concentrate on those towers!” he screamed. Archers began firing at the approaching towers. There were orcs behind the towers pushing them but the towers shielded the orcs from the elves’ arrows. The elves shot their arrows and ballistas at the towers but the wood was thick and many areas of the towers were covered by metal plates. The siege towers slowly advanced, undeterred by the elves’ archers.

Rhothomir continued screaming commands. Few of the elves on the walls even heard him over the sound of the rocks smashing into the walls and the panicked screams of dying elves. Vamir watched in horror as the first siege tower reached the city wall, a couple hundred years from Vamir’s location. As soon as the siege tower reached the wall, a large gangplank suddenly dropped from the top of the tower, creating a bridge between the tower and the wall. Dozens of orcs began pouring out of the tower onto the wall and they began hacking away at the elf defenders. Most of the elves on the wall were archers. They stood no chance in close combat against the frenzied orcs that poured from the siege towers. More panicked and dying screams of elves rang out as they were chopped down. More siege towers had now reached the wall. Soon hundreds of orcs were fighting the elves on the walls.

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Grimnor watched as orcs poured from the siege towers and slaughtered the elves on the walls. With the elves focus on those orcs, they would not be able to engage the orcs on the ground. And the orcs on the wall would try to reach one of the gates to open it, to allow the orcs on the ground into the city. But then the situation improved even more. With a loud rumble, a huge portion of the wall came crashing down, collapsing from the massive damage inflicted on it by the catapults, The orcs now had a way into the city even before the gates had been opened. “Orcs attack!” Grimnor screamed and the orc cavalry and infantry began charging towards the opening created by collapsed wall.

The last thing Vamir saw was orcs pouring into the city. Then an arrow caught his throat and he collapsed. As he bled out, the last thing Vamir thought was that he had failed his kingdom and the city. And his wife and daughters, who would soon be brutally enslaved.

(The End of The Tale of Agdug; to be continued, in The Tale of Jastira...)