S from the continent of Alus, on the Uhx Mount.

Alus is a gigantic continent on the north of Terre dell'alba, a coarse land full of dangers where the climate and the elements have forever altered its landscapes and its inhabitants.

The alliance between humans and Iloas, the Fiery Alliance (which inherited the name of the army formed in just 3 days to defeat the Master), looking for a place to expand away from the attacks of the Orlealis, focused their eyes on Alus.

At first glance, the continent seemed not to be plagued by a race as warlike as the Orlealis, and at the same time being an almost virgin land the opportunity to obtain resources was too juicy to let it escape.

A first brigade of the army went to Alus, seeking to make peaceful contact with any race that inhabited the coasts of the continent, since obtaining a safe harbor to begin to explore Alus was the main task.The brigade found that the coasts of Alus were especially steep and the climate was terribly cold, except for a fjord at the foot of a gigantic mountain.

The brigade came into contact with the two races that lived in the mountain, a tribe of orcs called "Tribe Ironscales" who lived inside the mountain and beings similar to elves that were called "Sons of the storm" how lived in the top of the mountain.

Both species seemed to have a long history attached to the mountain, and as the "fiery alliance" would later discover, an Orlealis fleet seemed to have its eyes set on the mountain and on its resources in the same way as them.

Humans and Iloas decided to offer an alliance to the Ironscales and the Sons of the storm, who, desperate for the Orlealis attacks, accepted without hesitation.

Mount Uhx would soon become the center of the fiery alliance in Alus, and dozens of squadrons were deployed in the new continent. (especially human squadrons, which moved by the illusion of knowing both orcs and elves in real life)

Of those squadrons, one mainly draws attention, the one known as "New Horde"

Outpost Saurfang, in the limits of the territory of Mount Uhx.

Samantha waited inside the tent of canvas and wood, sheltering from the cold and snow while checking the map of the defense post. The high-orc debated mentally with herself, looking for the right answer to the dilemma.

Recently, small Orlealis battalions were attacking the positions farthest from Mount Uhx, but unlike at other times, these battalions were suicidal and laden with explosives. Its objective was clear, to reduce as much as possible the defensive camps around the Irondrake wall.

So far, the Allied casualties were not too many, but Sam feared that the wall around the fjord would not be enough if the Orlealis were willing to start launching suicide attacks of that caliber.

Three knocks on the door were enough to make Sam react, who got up from the chair while one of the Ironscale commanders entered. "Warlord Sam, the Ogrim camp report has arrived. After the wounds of the last attack last night, 3 Allied soldiers have passed away, 2 humans and an orc" Sam sighed, sitting on her chair and resting her head on her hands.

"Tell all the outside camps to pick up their things and go back inside the wall, and then warn the architects, I want to reinforce the wall as much as possible" The orc commander nodded, before with a little bow leave the tent.

Sam looked back at the map, planning to use the wall to force the Orlealis to approach to shoot them as they entered the range of vision of the Ironscale and human shooters. It wasnt a very brave strategy, but after 8 years defending Mount Uhx, Sam knew perfectly that the priority was to keep the wall safe for when the squadrons that explored Alus returned.

"Sam, what does this mean?! Are we going to withdraw our camps?" The commanders of the storm Xilven came screaming as usual. When Sam asked to be sent to Alus to meet elves and orcs in person, the high-orc did not expect the elves of the storm to be so scandalous and aggressive... much more than the orcs themselves!

"Xilven, your scouts cant find where the Orlealis are hiding, so I will not risk any elf, orc, human or Iloa anymore! We will defend from the wall and there is nothing else to talk about!" But Sam knew too well that there was more to talk about.

"There are very important ruins outside for the Sons of the Storm! I will not leave them without protection against the Orlealis!" Xilven, neither short nor lazy, walked towards the command table, hitting with both hands to make his message clear.

The "Sons of the storm" claim to descend from the first servants of the dragons, and their affinity with wind and lightning lives up to their name. Not only that, but their great magical gifts and their connection with the weather only strengthened the great pride they felt as a race.

To their disgrace, after so many years living on the clouds at the peak of Mount Uhx, the elves of the storm had lost the skill to fight in the open field, and their pride was only a drag when it came to fighting near ruins.

"If you want to defend them so much, get your Drakes down! As far as I know, you can make them new if they are destroyed, right?"

"Being able to manufacture them again does not mean they are war material! The drakes were bequeathed to us by the first dragons, and they have served as saddles for our people for centuries, they arent guard animals!"

"Your cries are heard from outside the camp!" Sildud, the leader of the Ironscale and one of the greatest shooters Sam had ever known, entered the tent, still armed with the small expedition to the brachial valley. Sam couldnt be happier to see him again.

"Sildud! Please, Xilven insists that we must keep the camps outside the wall, but that only complicates things when it comes to defending ourselves from the Orlealis!" Sildud, the great fused eye as he was known in the tribe, was appointed as high commander of the fiery alliance forces in Alus, after arming and directing the defense forces during the biggest Orlealis attack on Mount Uhx.

The orc sighed, picking up his rifle and bullet belt before removing his vest to warm by the fire. "Xilven, I think defending the wall is a good idea, as soon as we get rid of this squadron of Orlealis forces we can look to expand the wall to cover your ruins"

"Tssss... how was the thing out there? Have you managed to find the origin of their troops?" Xilven agreed to scolding, before sitting in the chair next to Sam and snatch the jug of mead from the high-orc.

Sildud shook his head, kneeling by the fire. Where the Orlealis suicides came from was the greatest mystery of the last weeks, until the point that Sildud himself had gone on a solo mission to look for them."I have no idea... and the situation starts bothering me... however, we dont gain anything by wrinkling our foreheads and hitting our heads against the same wall"

The orc walked towards the bar cabinet, pouring himself a jug of mead before sitting with his companions at the table. "Sam, your niece has written another chapter of her school work and I think she needs your help, have you read it?"

The high-orc refused while quickly taking out her C-com, looking in the folder of messages sent the chapter of Dalia. Sam looked quickly, until he reached the key paragraph. "Yes, that's right, it's our special code with the initials..."

Xelvin finished Sam's mead jar, and tried to do the same with Sildud's until the orc snatched it from his hands. "If you go to Bahia, I want to accompany you. I would like to speak with Flynn again and put more in common, it is one of the few humans that really seems interesting"

"I do not know if I can go to Bahia right now..." The looks of Sam and Xelvin fell on Sildud, who finished her jar of mead and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

"It is important to go to the call of the family, and I will also accompany you. I want to request labor hand for a project from Major Kenny and High General Merlina.

I've been wanting to build a port for Uhx for some time, and now that my orcs have found such a large mineral deposit, I think it's the right time to get down to work"

Sam could not contain his surprise, hitting the table and everything when he got up. "In the end, the deposit was real? we've been digging for months on land with no fruit!" A sigh of relief from the high-orc brought a smile to both the orc and the elf.

"You should do more cases to my men, old orc, we may not be mining experts like you, but we know the mountain and we know how to recognize the land and its galleries!" Xilven smiled while Sildud looked at him angrily. Nothing hated more than an Ironscale to recognize something about mining to a "pointy ears".

"They both stopped and go for more mead, then you take advantage and respond to your niece, Sam, while you are going to warn them to prepare the portal to Bahia, Xilven! I want to cross it tomorrow morning!" High-orc and elf nodded, leaving the store without filling Sildud's jar.

"Damn bastards..." The orc said between laughter, while getting up again for more mead.