The supply wagons

I gathered the recruits I had been training for a month at the main gates, ready to leave for the mission. We hiked to the location of the route that the supply wagons were taking. Twenty four of my own wolvir, combined with twenty four of another wolvir general, named Rakr. He looked like a tough and seasoned warrior.

It took us most of the day to arrive at the supply route. We had to wait nearly an hour before we saw movement coming around the snow capped hills. The sun had begun to set, the low warm glow of its light blanketed the hills and fields around us. I saw the unmistakable shapes of orcs walking on a well used path, around ten of them were in front of horse drawn wagons. There looked to be around five wagons, filled with supplies so as to sate the orcs appetites. They had spread themselves out, surrounding the wagons, ready to defend them if need be. They all were carrying a different variety of weapons, they may have taken them off corpses, or used whatever they had found. The orcs didn’t seem to be well stocked, but what they lacked in quality of munitions, they made up for their raw strength.

We had organised our positions to carry out a surprise attack on the orcs to gain the best advantage in the upcoming battle. We waited for the opportune moment to strike. We were to use bows and arrows as the first bout of attack in our strategy. Then we would rush the orcs before they had chance to understand what was happening. I had my trusty great-axe strung on my back, a throwing spear in hand. I gave the order for my wolvir to string their bows, Rakr gave the same order. In unison, we loosed our arrows onto the unsuspecting orcs. Some were killed, many more were injured, they looked confused as to were the attack was coming from.

“Charge the bastards!” I shouted.

I ran down the hill, taking point to lead my wolvir. I leapt into the air and drove my spear through an orcs throat, killing him. The orcs now understood that they were under attack, and jumped into the battle. I withdrew my weapon out of the dead orcs gullet, and threw my spear at a charging orc. It made contact and lodged into the skull of the now dead orc. I readied my axe and let another orc recklessly rush at me. I dodged his initial attack and swung my weapon in the back of his head. My wolvir, thanks to my training and tutelage, were holding their own against the orcs.

We efficiently overwhelmed the orcs, and only stragglers remained. Some cowardly orcs tried to flee, but they were cut down by my whelps. Blood and guts had strewn across the fields and hills around us. We suffered two casualties, and five seriously injured. It wasn’t a bad result seeing as most of the wolvir were inexperienced in a true fight against an enemy. Zandar had done me proud by killing many orcs, he now started taking trophies of the fallen orc corpses, slicing the ears off.

We started to inspect the wagons once we deemed it safe to do so. As my father told me, they were filled with food that we would take back to Luna Peak and make use of.

Approaching the last wagon, I was told something.

“Sir.” Said one of my whelps. “There’s no food in this one.”

“Is it treasure, coin?” I said. Thinking that maybe we could appease the king with one wagon of wealth.

“No sir.” He shook his head. “Something different, you should have a look.”

I pulled back the flap of the wagon and found inside not food, or treasure, but women.

Around fifteen of them, crammed tightly against each other, a mix of humans and elves. They must be slaves and the orcs were going to use them for their pleasure, if they hadn’t already. They were all in a state of undress, barely clothed as they shivered from fear and the cold. One particular elf caught my eye. She had a cute face with chestnut hair cut short just above her shoulders, eyes the same colour as the ocean. She had a curvy and voluptuous figure, with big tits and a big ass. My cock stirred in my pants at the sight of her.