Age of the Gods: The Complete, twelve novel, fantasy series (The Blood and Brotherhood Saga) (166 page)

Again the lightning came, but this time the horde retaliated with magic of their own, as great balls of fire burst forth from the invaders to smash into the human wizard. But still the human did not falter. Raising his hands, it were as if the magical ballista simply snuffed out as it broke around him, but that was only the beginning of his show of power.

As the fireballs relented for only a fraction of a second, the man appeared to shimmer as he separated into more than a dozen identically clad warriors. Each of them then spread out all across the hillside of the valley, as the horde’s magic users spread their assault among all of the newly appeared human warriors. But Gnak could see through the man’s trick. Looking intently upon the scene as he moved forward with his clan, he noted that only one of the replications had a will within it. Even from here he could see the small light within the man. The rest were apparitions he had created. It was an impressive conjuring.

Moments passed and the magical assault upon the human’s replicas lessened. Without warning all the false illusions vanished, as the human wizard began casting destruction anew. All around Gnak his clan began to turn and flee in panic, making a hole in their line as a great shadow fell over them. Diving aside as the immense foot came crashing down from above, he looked up from his back as the giant of an Orc rushed forward, trampling its own allies beneath its feet. Just steps ahead, and dozens dead beneath it, the giant Orc brought blades to bear against an equally sized human warrior.

The two titans clashed, trading blow after blow, smashing lesser warriors beneath them. Dodging a slash from the human, the giant Orc retaliated with a blow to the human’s shoulder, the thick Orcish blade biting through the armor and deep into the joint. But injured and at a disadvantage, the human did not falter.

Falling back a step, the giant human jerked away from the Orcish attacker, prying loose the blade from his shoulder just as a giant ball of green-hued fire smashed onto the face of the blessed Orc. Back the Orc stumbled, and Gnak looked up to see the thrower of the magic still upon the hillside, before he was again forced to dive out of the way of the giant warriors.

All around him lay the dead and dying, crushed by the blessed warriors battling above them. Screams and cries burst forth from ruined bodies everywhere, their orbs of light pulsing within them. Gnak fought to regain his feet. Fighting to stay focused amongst the chaos, and rising again, he stumbled just barely out of the way of the Orc’s massive foot as it again smashed to the ground. Looking up, half in a fog of confusion, Gnak watched as with a popping sound the giant Orc warrior shimmered before shrinking back to an unblessed size just feet away from him. He watched as the Orc tried to flee, but with the towering human warrior before him, there was nowhere he could go as the heel of his foe descended from the air above to crush him beneath a great armored boot. Gnak watched as flesh became jelly and sprayed out all around the massive foot, and in that instant a rage enveloped him.

For all the wrongs his people committed, and for all the faults they had, they did not deserve such slaughter. None needed to die in this wretched place, crushed beneath their own race or another, or incinerated by magical fire. No. Things needed to change. Filled with anger and frustration, Gnak rose to his feet, his hands half curled above him as he roared to the heavens. As if in answer the sounds of the battle dimmed in his mind, and a vision of Jen appeared in his memory as something around him changed.

As if they were thrown from all corners of the battle by those who faded from life, the wills of thousands began smashing into Gnak, bursting through him and congregating within him in an instant. Discarded were the wills of those lost to life, and as such they came to him at his time of need. Reacting by both anger and instinct, he pointed to those who lie dead around him, either half charred or half crushed and he willed them back to life and back into the fight so that no more living must die. As if great puppet strings descended from the sky, the fallen began to jerk and rise, some of them crawling and dragging destroyed limbs behind them.

Bending the orbs of power within him to his will, he turned and summoned more and more of the fallen back into his service as the dead began to rise and again take up arms. The angry fog clearing from his mind as realization struck, Gnak watched the risen dead as they slowly stumbled back into battle, making their way to the front lines where they were hacked relentlessly but refused to die to normally mortal wounds.

This was it!
This
was the power Ishanya had given him to save lives. How many more could be saved if only those already dead were taking up the fight? Filled with pride at his knowledge and the minor victory that it came with, Gnak shouted in celebration as something unexpected made the battle take yet another turn.

With a chorus of barks and howls, the wizard’s wicked troops burst into the fight. Tearing, biting, and clawing, the creatures fought savagely, ripping to pieces all that opposed them. Gnak surveyed the battlefield and watched as those blessed among the humans surged about the field nearly unimpeded, the blessed champions of his own army seemingly having been defeated. On and on the blessed humans waded through the masses of Orcs, ogres, trolls and goblins, smashing beneath them paths of gore and death. Reaching out, Gnak raised those still able to fight who lingered in the wake of the giant men.

All around him those with magic flung fire at the humans, and the humans replied in kind, though both sides’ numbers had diminished greatly. Arrows still fell from the sky, but they were too few now to create an overwhelming difference. No. The humans had suffered great casualties and even with their obvious advantage of more blessed warriors, it was only a matter of time before their main army was destroyed by the horde. Preferring that the battle end sooner than later, it appeared suddenly that his wish was granted.

From further behind his position, a horn sounded again and again as a goblin wearing nothing but a pack upon his back and armed with nothing but a torch, came rushing directly towards him. As all others did, Gnak simply stepped to the side, letting the obviously crazed creature go sprinting past. Watching in his wake, as many from both sides seemed to be doing, he was surprised when the little beast dove into the line of the human wizard’s beast troops, stuffing the torch into the pack upon his back.

The blast that followed threw hundreds from their feet as body parts, fragments of armor, and tufts of fur rained down over a fifty yard stretch of the battlefield. His ears ringing, Gnak barely noted as more of the high pitched horns blasted all around the battlefield, as more and more goblins rushed to their own deaths only to take more of the enemy with them.

The battlefield changed in that instant as human mages and champions all lent themselves to the destruction of the suicide goblins. Dozens of the goblins died, perhaps hundreds, as Gnak worked to revive as many others upon the field as he was able. Wills came to him as lives were extinguished on a whim, and no longer did he need physical contact to collect or disperse them.

Another explosion sounded and then several more at once. Blasts sounded from all sides of the field as the goblins exploded prematurely amongst their own troops. From everywhere, wills assaulted him, filling him, with more than he could use to revive those dead still able to fight on. Rushing here and there, Gnak revived those he could, ignoring many that would add no benefit to the battle. But they were dying faster than he could work. Even his efforts, it seemed, were a losing battle. And that was before the human wizard unleashed another unbelievable horror.

Turning as he revived a group of blasted goblins, Gnak turned to witness what he could only describe as a river of fire. From the human wizard a raging inferno blasted from his hands, in a swathe nearly a dozen yards wide that blasted a hundred feet or more into the enemy lines, igniting and incinerating hundreds. Even from here he could see the focus on the human’s face as his torrent of fire ceased, only to be followed by another huge explosion as Gnak actually witnessed one of the goblin suicide attackers vanishing into a wisp of ash, its torch falling upon its pack as they hit the ground.

Though many between him and the goblin now lay sprawled upon the ground, their bodies wounded from shrapnel from the blast, Gnak remained standing. All about the battlefield, small circular clearings stood where goblins had been, but vanished as their packs’ contents exploded. He turned back to the armored human wizard. He had to be responsible. He needed to die.

His attention focused, Gnak began shoving his way through the surging army, ignoring the sounds of plight and clangs of steel all around him. Then, as if it were fate, the human wizard strode down the face of the hillside he defended, and leaving his great hairy warriors behind, he began blasting a path through the horde for him and another human to traverse. They moved directly towards him, but coming down the hill to Gnak’s level, he lost them in the crowd, working towards them only by the sound of the screams that issued out from the horde in that general direction.  Continuing on Gnak followed, moving towards the source of the Orcs and goblins that began to rain down upon their allies, having been flung by the human wizard. Gnak wondered the limits to this human’s powers.

Fighting his way through the army, Gnak shoved and pushed to make himself a path, leaving his clan far behind. Stepping atop the gruesome torso of a destroyed troll, Gnak looked over the heads of his peers and located his foe and its companion. Together the pair stood back to back, as if daring the horde to attack them. Gnak moved to pick up his course to intercept the humans, but paused when the scene suddenly changed.

All around the humans, those invaders closest to the pair vanished, each of them crumpling to ash upon the ground, their weapons and armor the only proof that they had ever existed. The human wizard’s head fell back a moment as if he looked to the heavens, and Gnak stood transfixed, as did many surrounding the pair. Then without warning, a ball of roiling smoke, fire, and flickering light seemed to consume the humans as it pulsed unnaturally. For just an instant the pair were obscured from view, before the unthinkable happened.

Like a wave of wind blasting out in all directions, thousands surrounding the human pair were cast from their feet to sprawl in a tangled mess. Watching from his distance Gnak felt the blast, but leaning into it, he managed to keep his eyes open and was one of the few that witnessed what followed in entirety.

Like the blast before it, the orb of swirling death that surrounded the pair erupted out in all directions. With devastating effect the magic expanded, as it rushed away from its master with fingers of electrical fire that danced from one body to the next, clinging to every metal surface and blasting apart the bodies it touched instantaneously. Those nearest were reduced to ash, as it left partially charred bodies in yet another ring in its wake and those with burnt and blistering flesh in yet another. Gnak realized all too late that he was too close.

Armored from head to toe, the fingers snapped out at him like a whip as they came, and coiling about his body the tendrils of electrical fire seared away his flesh as agonizing pain filled him. Hoping death would claim him to strip away the pain, he fell from his perch, his charred flesh tearing at his joints within his armor as he fell. Hitting the ground, he heard a bloodcurdling scream and realized that it came from his own mouth. With every movement his burnt and blistered flesh clung to the insides of his armor before tearing away again, but the need to survive drove him to move.

Inch after agonizing inch he crawled, uncertain of his direction, as his flesh stuck to the hot metal of his armor and tore away bit by unthinkable bit. Hot fluid dripped from one of his eyes, as drool poured freely from his ruined mouth, his lips having torn away in the blast. Destroyed of body, Gnak clung to consciousness, and forced himself to rise. An Orc chief did not die crawling on his belly like a slug.

Pressing himself to his feet, he felt as the flesh around his fingers crumpled and looking down, revealed naught but bone and tendons where thick flesh had once been. Taking a step forward, he felt the flesh upon the back of his knees split open as yet more pain assailed him. His ankles split and tore more with each step as flesh was pulled from his meat, his heated armor shifting with every step. To any other the pain would have been unbearable, but Gnak held himself above all others.

Swallowing back the bile that rose in his throat with every step, Gnak turned and peered out through his malformed and melted eyelid with his one good eye to survey the carnage. All around lay the dead. Before him lay a great wasteland of smoking flesh and charred bits of armor. Ash floated down to coat everything that lay wasted below. Only two things remained within the blast zone. The humans.

From his place upon the perimeter of the blast, where its effects were the weakest, Gnak could see plainly now that nothing stood to impede his view. He watched as the armored wizard collapsed to the ground, seemingly wracked by fits of some sort. He witnessed as the wickedly armored female knelt to aid him where she removed his helm, and then her own. Gnak watched, feeling moisture seeping from the wounds that covered his entire body. For a moment he looked down, watching the fluid begin to pool at his feet. Though it sickened him to look, beneath the pooling fluid he noted a familiar object.  There, coated nearly entirely in ash, a war horn rested at his feet.

Unable to fight in his current condition, with much of the battlefield frozen in disbelief of the magic the human had performed, with gut-wrenching pain Gnak knelt and wrapped his fingers of bone around the horn. With his lips gone, he pressed the visor of his helm open and shoved the mouthpiece of the horn into the back of his throat and exhaled every bit of air from his lungs in one loud blast.