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Turn 2:

The evil powers that filled the despicable orc warlord Borok allowed him to float up into the air so that he could get a better view of what was happening. With cold blood, rarely found among orcs, and experienced eyes, he tried to assess the situation. Satisfied, he watched as the infamous orc mercenary Arschschmerz led his light cavalry on the right flank into the dwarves' advanced artillery positions, wreaking terrible carnage.

With stubbornness unimaginable even for dwarves - perhaps also motivated by Schneewitchens promise that every dwarf who holds his ground will receive a kiss from her on the cheek after the battle - the artillery positions held out until the Iron Guard and the Iron Bear rushed to help.
At that very moment, however, the orcs' Heavy Cavalry thundered into the dwarves' elite warriors with such force that they could not possibly withstand.

Borok had another light cavalry unit ride around the farm to threaten the dwarven flank. A large unit of dwarven shield-breakers tried to intercept them and was thus distracted from the main battle "Excellent, just as planned!" said Borok to himself, lighting a garlic cigar.

The giant iron bear tried to tackle the orcs' light cavalry in close combat, but the wolf riders were too nimble for his lumbering paws. Distracted by trying to catch the wolf riders, he failed to notice the mortal danger that a large unit of elite orcs with massive two-handed axes had now moved into attack position for his unprotected flank. Borok grinned with anticipation....

Yes, on the right flank and in the center, the orcs had the upper hand. The only thing Borok regretted was that the large farm prevented his cavalry from surrounding the dwarves even better and thus playing to their full strength....

He now turned his attention to the left flank and saw his infantry blocks advancing there.
The dwarven artillery, which was not yet engaged in combat, was now firing at the orcs on the right flank from all their guns, and the bullets were even penetrating the massive iron armor of these warriors. The ground soaked black with oily orc blood. While the orc advance was thus stalled, the dwarves launched a bold counterattack with their friendly ponies.
Already the first orc regiment was about to flee, but Borok shouted unspeakable threats at them, which "motivated" them to hold their ground - because they knew that their warlord MEANT every word he just shouted at them!
Rule No. 1 of the orcish art of war: Your warriors must fear you more than the enemy!

Borok realized that his left flank was in dire straits and that it might collapse if the dwarven counterattack was supported by more artillery salvos. So he had to silence the artillery finally and for good....
Borok's hateful eyes looked at the hill where the main part of the dwarven artillery was placed. The dwarves were trying everything to stop the orcish cavalry from advancing on this hill. Schneewittchen the dwarf princess has now personally intervened in the battle and is currently engaging Arschschmerz in single combat. Even an experienced orc mercenary like him was no match for the wrath of a dwarven warrior princess. But there were now no reserves left to defend the hill. "Good!" Borok thought, unsheathing his arcane demon katana. "If you want something done, you'll just have to do it yourself!" Borok felt the lust for murder, which he had been suppressing with all his might to keep a clear head as a general, now taking over. The evil forces that made him hover were able to do even more, they could send him hurtling forward fast as lightning, and like doom incarnate, Borok now headed for the unprotected artillery hill....

To be continued...

If you want to know more about the adventures of the villainous Borok, you are welcome to visit my profile and read the "BorokSaga", which is available in English and German. 😊
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Turn 2:

The evil powers that filled the despicable orc warlord Borok allowed him to float up into the air so that he could get a better view of what was happening. With cold blood, rarely found among orcs, and experienced eyes, he tried to assess the situation. Satisfied, he watched as the infamous orc mercenary Arschschmerz led his light cavalry on the right flank into the dwarves' advanced artillery positions, wreaking terrible carnage.

With stubbornness unimaginable even for dwarves - perhaps also motivated by Schneewitchens promise that every dwarf who holds his ground will receive a kiss from her on the cheek after the battle - the artillery positions held out until the Iron Guard and the Iron Bear rushed to help.
At that very moment, however, the orcs' Heavy Cavalry thundered into the dwarves' elite warriors with such force that they could not possibly withstand.

Borok had another light cavalry unit ride around the farm to threaten the dwarven flank. A large unit of dwarven shield-breakers tried to intercept them and was thus distracted from the main battle "Excellent, just as planned!" said Borok to himself, lighting a garlic cigar.

The giant iron bear tried to tackle the orcs' light cavalry in close combat, but the wolf riders were too nimble for his lumbering paws. Distracted by trying to catch the wolf riders, he failed to notice the mortal danger that a large unit of elite orcs with massive two-handed axes had now moved into attack position for his unprotected flank. Borok grinned with anticipation....

Yes, on the right flank and in the center, the orcs had the upper hand. The only thing Borok regretted was that the large farm prevented his cavalry from surrounding the dwarves even better and thus playing to their full strength....

He now turned his attention to the left flank and saw his infantry blocks advancing there.
The dwarven artillery, which was not yet engaged in combat, was now firing at the orcs on the right flank from all their guns, and the bullets were even penetrating the massive iron armor of these warriors. The ground soaked black with oily orc blood. While the orc advance was thus stalled, the dwarves launched a bold counterattack with their friendly ponies.
Already the first orc regiment was about to flee, but Borok shouted unspeakable threats at them, which "motivated" them to hold their ground - because they knew that their warlord MEANT every word he just shouted at them!
Rule No. 1 of the orcish art of war: Your warriors must fear you more than the enemy!

Borok realized that his left flank was in dire straits and that it might collapse if the dwarven counterattack was supported by more artillery salvos. So he had to silence the artillery finally and for good....
Borok's hateful eyes looked at the hill where the main part of the dwarven artillery was placed. The dwarves were trying everything to stop the orcish cavalry from advancing on this hill. Schneewittchen the dwarf princess has now personally intervened in the battle and is currently engaging Arschschmerz in single combat. Even an experienced orc mercenary like him was no match for the wrath of a dwarven warrior princess. But there were now no reserves left to defend the hill. "Good!" Borok thought, unsheathing his arcane demon katana. "If you want something done, you'll just have to do it yourself!" Borok felt the lust for murder, which he had been suppressing with all his might to keep a clear head as a general, now taking over. The evil forces that made him hover were able to do even more, they could send him hurtling forward fast as lightning, and like doom incarnate, Borok now headed for the unprotected artillery hill....

To be continued...

If you want to know more about the adventures of the villainous Borok, you are welcome to visit my profile and read the "BorokSaga", which is available in English and German. 😊
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