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Drive ‘em out, let it burn. The words of Gorax cut through his memory as he drove Bitter’s whirling blade deep into another waiting tree. The bark splintered instantly, releasing a delightful squeal as the fierce contraption coughed clouds of thick toxic smoke; its teeth tearing through the tree’s ancient surface. The Overseer laughed, marvelling at the glorious destruction his boys had caused.
“Sacred land,” Tuskrage spat out the words. They were nothing but trees, trees that had fallen like anything else that stood in the umbron’s path; like the foolish lizards with their explosives and mechanical war machines. Tuskrage uncurled a sharp broken sneer; he had enjoyed the explosives; so much in fact, after ripping his way through the lizards puny fortress he’d amassed quite a collection of his own.
“How long?” He yelled over the sound of the rabble.
“By dark,” A squat, one eyed umbron replied, clambering from a mud filled tunnel.
“Faster!” Tuskrage bellowed, grabbing the umbron in his huge fist and hurling him back into the pit.
Keep ‘em in check, show ‘em who’s boss…That’s why he now found himself in this forest. Tuskrage had risen quickly through the ranks to the mantle of Overseer, he was bigger, stronger and smarter than those around him; but his ambitions didn’t stop there. He would do everything in his power to be named Deathlord; however there could be only one and Gorax held that honour, for now.
What had been meant as a punishment for reaching beyond his position, he would treat as a challenge.
He would level Ashwood Forest and in its place erect the mightiest outpost the umbron had ever seen.
A tribute in the name of General Carnage; and an unmatched fortress for the decimation of the Citadel; then when all was done he would become Deathlord, by fist and blade if necessary.
“Tear it down boys, tear it all down!”