Troezen was riding swiftly with 200 men and elfs behind him, the orc army would go through them with hardly a dent - if this was a normal army - but this one had a mage. He called to his men to halt.
They stopped, they were almost face to face with the orcs. He started to chant, the ground started to tremble and the sky was becoming dark, the army in the village could see this too.
Troezen was summoning the strongest spell he knew. It involved several types of magic. Earth, wind, earth, dark, lightning and fire.
The wind blew on the orcs and some fell over. The sky went dark around the orc army and they could not see what was going on. Then a ring of fire surrounded the army and lightning struck them. The ground then opened up and devoured the dead orc bodies.
Unfortunatly, it only streched to a small section of the army. Maby one thousand orcs at most. The rest had just stopped marching, watching.
Troezen was too tired to do the spell again. He was about to faint, but managed to put an elf in control of the army and sent a rider back to Arigania to tell them to prepare for the final sweep.
IM NOT GOING TO BE ON THE FORUMS VERY OFTEN NOW! I MIGHT BE ON TIME TO TIME, BUT IVE BASICLY GIVEN UP THE FORUMS NOW!!!!