North East

You had to, you had to obey. It was good to have someone give you commands. Even so far away from his castle, the Dark Lord's dominance hardly waned.

You charged off once again, continuing in the North-east direction. Before long, you reached the small villages on the outskirts of Londiumberg, but they didn't slow you down. Men, women and children fled from your path of destruction. No doubt someone alerted the defences of your presence, but you were no slow moving army. By the time you reached the great walls that surrounded the inner portion of the city, only a small **** stood to stop you. The main garrison **** most likely was yet to mobilise, nor was there even evacuation signals in place for the citizens.

Bolts and arrows disappeared into your body. You scrunched a knight like a tin can under one of your trunk like feet. There was singular Mage who conjured a fireball, but it dissapitated as it bounced off your body harmlessly. Like an octopus, you created bony tentacles, and flung them up and over the wall, tightly grasping onto it. You pulled and you pulled and you pulled, and just when it seemed most futile, the wall cracked and began to fall apart into bricks. There were screams as it fell. In the distance sounded trumpets, and then cannon fire. All except one missed. It took a good chunk of you out, splattering it over the street like spaghetti, but a moment later you regenerated it as if it were never gone in the first place. Climbing over the rubble, you found yourself in the city proper. Building of wood and stone were no match for your strength, and they toppled over like cards. Ahead was the royal castle, and you knew that was your target. Once it was destroyed, and their leaders slain, nothing would stop you from utterly destroying the city, and then... well, your purpose in life would be complete.

You roared, putting terror into the hearts of all who heard you.