Witnessing the unexpected turn of events, the orc chief ordered a full charge. Every orc rushed forward in a frantic dash to destroy the pesky village. It was a hate-fueled roaring wave of muscle and steel thirsting for blood.
Meanwhile, the calvary descended from the east like an avalanche of horses, glistening armor, swords, and spears. The hooves hammered the earth like a rolling thunder that shook the village. Their banners soared in the air as they rounded the village through the south picking up momentum as they inched closer to their enemies.
KABOOOM!!!
The impact was like a bomb, shattering, deafening, loud, and lethal. Hundreds of lances splintered and shattered along with horses crashing into bodies with bone-breaking force. Riders swung their swords in wide brutal arcs, while others penetrated bodies with their lances. It was carnage, in its purest form, raw carnage.
"Princess! Thank the gods you are alright! We heard reports that you had been killed. I summoned the army to hold Avalor responsible." The King said as he hugged and kissed his sister on the cheek.
"Brother! Thank the gods you made it! I'm ok…these brave warriors saved me. They saved the entire village, more than once. They are warriors from Avalor." Princess Elencia said.
"Warriors from Avalor? Why?" The King asked surprised.
"We can explain later, this is Sir Arthos, the Verdant Knight. He led the defense here in Ray village during the first invasion and he leads now." Elencia said earnestly as she introduced the two.
'Arthos? That name…could it be a coincidence?' The King thought to himself as he thanked Arthos for his valiant defense of Ray village.
The orc forces were outnumbered 40,000 to 120,000 with the arrival of the Royal Army. Seeing victory slipping away, the orc chief decided the time had come for him to take command of the battle personally.
The giant boar let out a deafening squeal as it charged forward like an unstoppable tank. It carved a path through the battlelines killing orcs, horses, and knights indiscriminately. Faster and faster, the boar and its rider barreled through the battlefield heading straight for the village.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" The King shouted at his knights.
The knights formed walls and barricades of men and horses in a desperate attempt to stop the raging boar…but no success. It cut down every defense like butter as it continued its trajectory closer and closer to the village until it was less than 50 yards away.
In that moment, Arthos felt a strange feeling deep in his chest like a hiccup or a stirring of the soul. If the giant boar and chief orc were not stopped…hundreds of villagers, and thousands of soldiers would die. Husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, and children…thousands of lives forever altered.
He knew what had to be done.
Arthos planted his feet deep into the palisade wall causing the wood to crack and splinter under his feet. He gripped his sword with both hands and raised it high above his head like a lumberjack preparing for a massive swing. The sword grew lava hot, glowing red under the intense pressure and heat from Arthos's mana.
King Isandor had been part of the Great War and had seen this attack in person. On the other hand, Princess Elencia had read about it in their history books...it was a secret that was passed down to every generation of the Camarax royal bloodline.
Dragon's Breath.
It's the name given to this attack.
The devasting attack that only the First King of Avalor could perform.
An attack powerful enough to devastate an entire army.
An attack powerful enough to serve as a deterrent to war.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" The King shouted to his men below.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Both the King and Princess shouted.
"CALIBURRRR!!!"
Arthos roared as he unleashed his world-splitting attack. The energy that erupted from his sword felt like hot lava spewing from a volcano. The heat alone killed hundreds of orcs near the impact zone. Dragon's breath was a good way to describe the attack…a single perfect stream of blazing yellow-red-white light sliced through heaven and earth cleaving everything in two.
The giant boar and its rider stopped, staggered, then collapsed sliced in two perfectly symmetrical halves.
'There is no doubt about it…that attack…what he just did…that is Dragon's Breath. Who is he? How can he wield that power?' King Isandor thought as he watched in horror and awe. The attack split the earth ten feet deep and 500 yards in distance.
'The First King was known as Auragon. Taken from the word "aurum" meaning gold and "dragon". Auragon, or the golden dragon.' In that moment, Princess Elencia recalled the lesson she learned as a child…now perfectly understanding the meaning behind the name. Auragon…the golden dragon capable of annihilating an entire army.
While the King and Princess remained horrified, Kay watched with a smile.
'Finally!' he thought.
DUM! DUM! DUM!
The orc's drum signaled for a retreat.
The orc army realizing their attack had failed and chieftain killed, sounded the alarm to retreat.
"Sire! The orcs are retreating!"
"Let none leave here alive! Pursue them!" The King ordered.
The fate of the surviving orcs had been sealed. The calvary quickly overtook the fleeing orcs and exterminated them all.