Damn

The paper landed in front of him, and the clock struck 8...

The small orchish force landed silently on the deserted shore. Moving like seasoned war veterans, they lined up their formation, grunts leading the pack, troll headhunters covering the back, with demolishers at the very back. Wolf raiders flanked the troop on either side. With a signal from their shadow hunter, they moved forth, headed for the first night elf expansion on this island.

A tall looming cliff appeared in front of the marauding party. Magical shining runes were encrypted on the cliff faces. “Measurement…” read an orc grunt, “What does that mean, Warchief?”

Before the tauren chieftain could respond, a small shower of arrows rained upon them. “The night elves! This is their first expansion base! Charge! For the horde!” The orcs moved swiftly, the grunts and raiders trying to find a way to get up the cliff, while the troll headhunters attempted to fire their spears back at the archers enjoying the terrain advantage. However, the cliff was too high, and the trolls couldn’t get good throws up the cliff. While the expansion’s defense force was small, comprising of only about 4 archers, they were a troublesome lot on this terrain.

Charging round the back, the orcs finally found a way up the cliff. Once up the cliff, the archers did not pose much of a threat, pummeled to the ground by the grunts’ axes. Taking out the expansion did not prove to be much harder either. However, the night elves seemed to have sounded an alarm.

“Bad start, mon, bad start. 17 minutes we used. Not good” the shadow hunter commented. The tauren chieftain was well aware of that. “Hurry, we don’t have much time, the night elves know we’re here now, it won’t be long before they call in their reinforcements. We probably only have 1 hr 15 mins. If their chimaeras or mountain giants arrive, we won’t stand much of a chance. Move!”

The orcs set off again. They came upon the second expansion base, and set about destroying it, the demolishers raiders taking out the enchanted buildings, while the grunts and trolls cutting down the defenders. Nevertheless, the warchief was not satisfied. “32 mins, we’re running out of time!” “43 mins left!” the shadow hunter added.

The orcs moved with much more urgency now, boosted by the warchief endurance aura, they ran riot swiftly taking out the 3rd expansion, ten the 4th, then the 5th. They moved with speed, vigour and urgency never seen before. It was scary, the marauding orcs. But their bad start seemed to have costed them dearly. They were sorely out of time. The night elves main base were preparing a defense, one that was nearly completed.

“Hurry, we’ll skip this,” commanded the warchief, as they arrived at the 6th expansion “head for the main base. For the horde!”. With a final burst of vigour, the orcs burst forth, gaining moral as they moved, empowered by their swift demolishing of the last 3 expansions, as the chieftain activated a scroll of speed. Moving at speeds once thought unattainable, they marched for the night elves’ main base.

At last, the main base appeared in front of their eyes. “This is it. Attack!” With the command, the orcs hurled forth, set on demolishing the base to rubble. Grunts exchanged blows with huntresses, while the trolls and raiders went for the dryads. The demolishers went about their usual job of razzing the buildings to bits.

But they were too late. To the north, the sky darkened, as a purplish cloud appeared over the battlefield. “The chimaeras! The chimaeras are here!” shouted the warchief. The raiders and trolls turned to face the new threat, even as the grunts fell to zaps of electrical energy. Nets flew from the raiders, dragging the chimaeras down to the grounds, while spears from the trolls attempted to pierce the chimaeras’ armour. The shadow hunter released a healing wave to aid the trolls, in the hope of making them last longer on the battlefield. But they were no match for the chimaeras. Even as the orcs fell by the numbers, the warchief signaled a retreat. Activating a scroll of town portal, they were out of the battlefield.

Let down, yet again, by time management. Yet again. While they had conquered about 47 out of 60 parts of the land, it was no where near good. They could have claimed everything, ravaged every single bit of land, tearing everything down. Instead, they were forced to retreat...

And the paper flew off the table, into a stack of papers in the teacher's hands.