Chapter 369 The Stampede
Barbara began her address. "My brothers and sisters of the Highlands. Sons and daughters of the Aura bloodline. For a long time, we have suffered. Suffered under the thumb of the Vandora kingdom. They come with their weapons and their puny dicks, to take our land, your hard work, and your sisters and mothers..."
Her eyes looked round, staring into the pupils of the soldiers, as if to read their minds. "...your wives, and your mothers!" she pointed at them. But no more. NO MORE!" she screamed and they echoed after her, "NO MORE!!"
"We shall go into the heart of their land, and bring unto them the justice of the Highlands. We shall touch their hearts with our fists and rip it out of their chests.
We shall pay them a thousand time, for the pain they inflicted unto us and when we are done, we shall take what rightfully belongs to US!
Are you with ME!?"
The crowd of battle hungry men and women echoed a war cry in response.
As they did, Barbara waved her hands and her Core beast rushed to her. A red core beast, a long descendant of the phoenix.
instantly, she mounted it and so did Mani and Chiron, on their own beasts.
She kicked against its stomach and it charged in forward.
And so did the army.
As Barbara led the army astride her formidable core beast, Chiron and Mani flanked her, a trio of carnage against the looming challenge. They approached a mountain, unique in the Highlands for being shrouded entirely in a dense, sprawling forest. This forest, notorious for harboring terrifying core beasts, was a place of whispered legends and fear, home to creatures of immense size and destructive capabilities.
With a commanding wave of her hand, Barbara signaled the Yellow Aura tribe to step forward. These warriors, specialists in wielding fear as their weapon, moved to the forefront, their numbers in the thousands. As they raised their hands in unison, a visible wave of yellow, fear-inducing aura energy surged towards the forest.
Their strategy was straightforward yet daring. By infusing the forest with an overwhelming sense of fear, they aimed to drive the core beasts into a frenzy, causing them to stampede out of the forest in terror, directly towards the unsuspecting Vandorian army camped on the other side of the mountain.
As the plan unfolded, the sounds of panic and chaos began to emanate from the forest. The air filled with the screams and howls of startled core beasts, but Barbara's expression turned into a frown. To her, the effect seemed insufficient.
With a swift gesture, another signal was given. An arrow, trailing a bright red flare, shot into the sky, piercing the air with its signal. Back at the Union camp, the Priestess, watching for this very sign, understood her cue. She moved swiftly into the temple, her purpose clear and focused.
Channeling solely the aura of fear, the Priestess amplified her powers, sending a surge of energy to the battlefield. This bolstered the efforts of the Yellow Aura tribe members, whose bodies now glowed with an intensified bright yellow light. Their amplified aura flooded the forest, saturating every inch with an inescapable wave of terror.
As the heightened aura took hold, the forest itself seemed to shudder. Then, with a ground-shaking rumble, the core beasts began their tumultuous exit, charging out of the forest on the other side in a frenzied stampede. Their movement was a thunderous wave of fear-driven panic, a living avalanche set to collide with the Vandorian camp.
Barbara watched the scene unfold with a grim satisfaction. Her plan was working, the forest unleashing its formidable inhabitants in a relentless tide that was about to crash upon their foes.
As the core beasts began their frantic stampede out of the forest, the scale and terror of the scene unfolded with horrifying clarity.
The horde was a monstrous cavalcade of creatures, each more terrifying than the last. Towering above the trees, the largest beasts were behemoths of raw power and instinct.
Their thick hides were marked with cores that glowed ominously in shades of blue, green, and yellow. The blue-cored beasts, rare and particularly fearsome, led the charge with a thunderous ferocity. Their immense size and strength made them natural leaders in this wild exodus. Following them were the more numerous green and yellow-cored beasts, each formidable in its own right.
As they surged through the forest, ancient trees that had stood for centuries were uprooted or snapped like twigs. The unstoppable force of the stampede turned the lush woodland into a scene of destruction. Amidst the chaos, smaller creatures, unable to match the speed or might of their larger kin, were trampled underfoot, their bodies crushed into unrecognizable masses of flesh and bone.
The terrifying procession of core beasts didn't stop at the forest's edge. As they burst through the treeline, the nearby villages found themselves directly in the path of destruction. Homes that had stood for generations were flattened in moments, reduced to rubble under the onslaught.
Villagers, caught in the midst of this unforeseen disaster, ran screaming from their homes, their cries of terror piercing the air.
Children clutched their parents, their faces etched with fear, while the elderly could only watch in despair as their world was torn apart.
In some corners, people fell to their knees, overcome by the magnitude of the devastation. They prayed, some weeping.
believing that this was indeed the end of days. Their prayers were desperate pleas, lost in the cacophony of the beasts' roars and the crushing sounds of their rampage.
The scene was apocalyptic - a relentless tide of nature's fury, unleashed without regard for friend or foe. The core beasts, driven by the overwhelming fear aura, knew only the instinct to flee, leaving a trail of carnage in their wake as they bore down on the Vandorian camp, a dark cloud of destruction ready to engulf everything in its path.
As she watched this, Barbara smiled.
(Author's note: That was interesting. Still accepting gifts please)
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