failed to hit their target.
"Cease fire.", Khalek called and raised a hand. He listened into the forest. Nothing. He heard nothing more, apart from a few songbirds.The attackers were gone.
"We're going back to the landing area and reporting back!" He shouted and his men immediately formed a new formation.
They started moving again, but this time with a direct course for the black ark.
They hurried and made rapid progress. But then they heard fighting noises from the east and Khalek motioned for some black riders to look.
Immediately these disappeared into the thicket of the forest in which they were located and returned almost immediately.
"A group of our people are fighting a large horde of orcs."
Khalek was getting angrier and angrier. He turned his horse and rode a little way. The forest ended at the foot of a small hill, which he immediately climbed. What he then saw made him catch his breath: A group of dark elves, not unlike his own troop, fled from the orcs. But they weren't just orcs, they were hundreds. Big, brutal, wild, smelly, aggressive monsters with jaws like trapping irons and paws like clubs.And they came charging straight at him.
He turned and rode back to his people. "Get out of here, but quickly! An orderly retreat to the landing zone! Go!" They took their legs in hand and although they were still walking in perfect lockstep, they literally ran away.
Their leader swore softly to himself while he took the lead.

Dorck's point of view:
Dorck stomped furiously through the makeshift orc camp and woke his people. He kicked here, hit there, and yelled all over the place.
"Ausähn her faig'n Gitzä!" He shouted. But it took his people an eternity to stand. Only then was he able to push her around and immediately gave a clever command: "Alläs hähör'n! Wia yawn now to West'n, a ship is supposed to be arriving! And with elf on it!"
His okra started to grin. Neither of them had fought elves before, but they all felt like it. Then someone asked: "What flavors are they?"Dorck had to grin now. "Dat sin Dunk'lelfenz!" He shouted and there was a loud cheer.
"Alzo go, to West'n!" They started running, further and further in the direction of the landed elves.
Dorck charged forward. He didn't know why, but he felt an unbridled energy within himself. He felt it often, actually whenever he was heading for a battle with his boys. And when the time came, this energy literally exploded. It was just great to be an orc.
"Boss, there are!" An orc shouted next to him. He waved one arm at full speed in the direction of a small lake. Dorck looked over there and immediately recognized the situation: A scouting party of the dark elves looked around there and did not notice the orcs who stormed up.
"LET'S SNAP UP !!" shouted Dorck.
That made the dark elves flinch. Immediately they turned to flee and ran away in the direction of a small forest, but it was too late. The orcs hooted and took the last of their legs.They raced towards their victims with breathtaking speed that belied their size and caught them just before the edge of the forest.
Dorck saw how the first dark elf was caught in the head by an orcish chap. The head flew away in a high arc and a fountain of blood streamed from the base of the neck of the body.
A crossbow bolt hissed past the head of the neighboring orc, alerting Dorck to another pointed ear behind a tree. He sprinted with four others and circled the desperate elf.
He ran off and barely escaped the first green skin. But suddenly a fist shot up and simply felled the elves. It landed roughly on the ground and immediately five grinning orcs stood around it. One of them was Dorck.
The elf raised his crossbow in a flash, but the orc right next to his arm simply stepped on his hand. And he wore armored boots.
The pale-skinned pointy ear screamed, which made the orcs laugh. Because it was so funny for her, another orc stepped on the remaining hand.The elf let out a short scream before another orc tried his luck and kicked him between the legs.
"Now quicks a few tones, huh!" The orc roared and began to laugh. The others laughed too, except Dorck. Instead, he had an idea. As loud as he could he called: "Hey, how many Elfenz would still be there?"
"Um ... Are you supposed to be?" Asked a rough orc voice.
"Yes. Catch them idly! We're playing a game with Danes." So the rest of the dark elves were knocked down. Only one struggled too much.
As the first orc approached, he drew his curved sword and thrust it deep into the attacker's chest, splattering a lot of blood on the elf's black leather armor. But he ignored that and thrust his sword upwards to fend off another attack by another orc. He pierced the incoming arm underneath the hand, tore the blade around, separating the hand cleanly from the rest of the arm. But the orc neither screamed nor howled or made any other noises of pain.Instead, his remaining hand shot out, grabbed the elf by the neck, and squeezed.
"Oops.", He said apologetically. "Sorry boss, där hia is dead."
"Doesn't matter, we already have six, that's enough." Dorck waved him off.
Then all the orcs gathered around their boss. “Alzo Jungz, we're going to play a round of kicking our heads now!” All the greenskins were cheering loudly.
The few dark elves who were still conscious wondered what the orcs were going to do with them.
Immediately the orcs formed a circle and threw the elves inside. Only two of them had their eyes open.
"Wake them up," growled Dorck.
Four orcs, the largest to be precise, stepped forward and woke the unconscious pointed ears with slaps and blows. One of them hurled an elven curse at his tormentors, but they just laughed.
"I'll take this one," announced Dorck, pointing to the victim right in front of his feet.
The five largest orcs after him also chose a victim and then a robed grunling stepped forward."I would give the signal!" He boasted. He closed his eyes and seemed to concentrate. Suddenly he tore them open again, they glowed a bright green, and called out loudly: "BÄGINNT!"
The orcs who weren't present cheered and cheered on their favorite.
The participants, however, began with the game: they kept their feet dangling on the heads of the elves. When Dorck's foot hit the first time, the victim gave a short scream, but immediately the other foot hit too. The elf's head was jerked to one side. Dorck reached out with his right leg and flung the head of his toy to the left. Then he had an idea: he jumped into the air, drew his legs up and aimed at the elf's narrow, blue-tinged face. The latter screamed shortly before three hundred pounds of orkiness landed on him. A loud "crack" and "flap" made all the other orcs look at Dorck. The elven skull that was used as a landing site consisted only of a bloody, mushy mass.Bones, brains and scraps of skin lay wildly under the armored boots, as well as a crushed eyeball.
The other rolled over at the shamen's feet, who immediately picked him up and greedily devoured him.
"Dorck is there Siegaaa!" He called with his mouth full. All of the followers cheered while the frustrated losers vented their anger on the prisoner. Not that she hadn't done that before, but this time they did it out of frustration, not joy. The elves' screams of pain only resounded for a short time, and then it calmed down.
"So young!" Began Dorck. "We're looking for the other eleven and flatten them!"
"Yeah !!!", all of his youngsters shouted in unison and Dorck pointed with his ax in the west. So they continued on their way, ready to straighten everything out.

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I know what's missing in this story: the brutality, the senseless bloodshed, the hilarious slaughter, the beating of heads, ripping out intestines, tearing bones, breaking legs, poking out eyes, chopping off skulls, cutting off fingers and all those funny things.That is exactly what this story lacks. So I'll try to fit all of that into the last two chapters.