The knight of the Pegasus looked back at his soldiers backing up on the stairs. He moved towards them, picking up his pace. They made him an opening in the shield wall so he could enter.

  “You still have not confronted the dark elf?” asked Aeln to the Wizard.

  “Noooo...buahahhahaa... there are too many?” cried Philipp like an overdramatic character on stage,

  “Wohoo, you are certainly a weird character...I will confront him now, then!” said Aeln, fierce and pure as a paladin,

  “Oh, nononono...you stay here and protect this dwarf, but let me interfere with your soldiers' emotions, will you?” asked Philipp,

  “Hey, I know this dwarf...Riuluk! I bought an Idrilich mushroom from your auction!” said Aeln,

  Meanwhile, orcs were almost breaking the shield wall of the Pegasus House.

  “I guess we leave the talks for later...we are about to die, don’t you see?” said Riuluk from the ground carried by Baka and Burin,

  “So what do you have planned?” asked Aeln

  “I am the Wizard of Emotions, Philipp Jugglers, and you will see now the power I have...” he smiled like a devil.

  “I give you permission to interfere with my men. But do not make them die!” said Aeln,

  “I will grant them power, but you will have to protect them, agreed?” asked Philipp,

  “Agreed, master of Emotions...” replied Aeln.

  Philipp mumbled something, like a prayer; he then touched all the soldiers around him. Some on the head, some on their back, some on their legs. He then shouted:

  “Mesmerize!”

  The soldiers trembled; they all looked fierce like their own Knight. They change from a circular wall to a horizontal wall, pushing the orcs back from the edges. Then the captain in the middle shouted:

  “Mothisos!”

  They all thrust at the orcs and then pierced them with their lances, then returned to their horizontal shield wall.

  “Mothisos!”

  Again,

  “Mothisos!”

  and again...

  “Wow, this works a lot! I never knew about this fighting tactic!” said Aeln to Philipp.

  In that moment, an orc jumped by making it on the other side of the shield wall. Aeln pierced him.

  “This is exactly what we need”, said Philipp,

  “And when you confront the dark elf, Philipp?” asked Aeln,

  “He is impatient, and we have his treasure here with us. Do not worry, keep this timing of killings, and suddenly he will come to us very soon...” replied Philipp

  Meanwhile, orcs had to fight the ranger on their backs as well. This guy was not a normal fellow. He kept swinging his golden sword with hate and anger. Any orc trying to face him would fall down.

  “Come on! This is all you got? I am here to die!” said the ranger, apparently drunk.

  The dark elf was very annoyed. He used his blood power again and jumped right in front of the ranger.

  “You want to die? I can help you with that...” replied the dark elf, smiling.

  “Come...I am eager to find my peace!” shouted the ranger, preparing for the attack.

  The dark elf jumped towards him with his sword and clashed with him. Sparkles of energy came out of the two swords. The dark elf stopped smiling and jumped back.

  “What weird sword you have...” said the Velkarith,

  “You are weird...” replied the ranger,

  Velkarith jumped really fast on the right side, then created a blood puddle and jumped again on it as if on a wall, pointing his sword at the ranger's neck!

  “I got you...human!” shouted Velkarith,

  “Clash!”

  The ranger also blocked this attack. Again, some energy between the swords. Velkarith jumped back again and made a sign to some orcs to attack the ranger. Three orcs charged the ranger. Velkarith walked slowly, then ran faster... he then created, with his hand, a shadow of ashes from himself to the ranger. In just a second, he flew from his point to the ranger’s back. The ranger had three orcs and a dark elf on him at the same time.

  “Sfffffh...slash!”

  Two orc heads were cut in front of the rangers' eyes; it had not been him. He took his chance to dodge the last orc and clash his sword with that of the dark elf. Again, energy sparkles.

  Someone from a window: “The Duonor! It’s the Duonor!”

  In that moment, five to ten Duonor’s Spheres were diving into the battlefield at a tremendous speed. Inside them, the Duonor, Sky Warriors of the Cloud Dwarves, used their armaments to kill the orcs. Some had slashing lances on the sides, like those of chariots, using them to cut the heads of enemies while diving closer to them. Some others were skilled at just swinging their axes when diving.

  “Boom!”

  Some others are skilled with cannons. Orcs started to fly in pieces.

  “I have no more time for you!” shouted the dark elf to the ranger. He then used his blood power to arrive at Riuluk. A Duonor dived into him. Velkarith easily dodged the attack and cut the ropes of the Sphere in one cut.

  “Crash!”

  The Sphere collided with the walls into pieces, and the Duonor was dead on the ground. Velkarith jumped again till he arrived in front of Riuluk and Philipp.

  “I want the stone!” said Velkarith,

  “You will not have it, Velkarith, not today and not tomorrow!” said Philipp, jumping at him,

  Velkarith dodged the attack and got to Riuluk. Riuluk was scared. Baka and Burin attacked the dark elf with a blow. Velkarith blocked it with a shadow of ashes as a shield. Aeln killed another orc and then jumped to Velkarith. This time, he had to stop the attack, clashing his sword with the Knight of Pegasus’ lance.

  “I do not fear you, Knight...I just need to have the fire stone, and all of you will burn!” said Velkarith,

  Right in that moment, the ranger walked to the rest of the orcs fighting. Some of them were able to fire some fire arrows at the Duonor’s Spheres, making them burst into flames. Many others were still fighting against the House of Pegasus. The enchantment of Philipp was starting to fade, the solid column of shields was unfortunately broken, and you could see from the other side, Aeln clashing with the dark elf. A line of orcs started to fit that opening to serve their master.

  While walking towards that line from time to time, he slashed an orc or another left behind. He was very drunk. He pointed his sword at the line of orcs and shouted:

  “Fireball!”

  The orange gem on his sword sparkled with energy; his sword changed from golden yellow to orange to red, and the blade became a ball of fire. He lifted his sword of fireball and slashed in the air in the orcs' direction. The earth seemed to tremble. The Flying Duonors stopped fighting.

  A hot ball of fire bigger than 5 cannon balls passed through the whole line of orcs, reaching the dark elf and Aeln Colt.

  “Kabooom!”

  Both Aeln and the dark elf dodge it luckily. The ranger walked slowly to that line of burning orcs still screaming in pain. and reached the dark elf. Aeln walked to protect Riuluk. Philipp on the other side, Baka in front, and the ranger at the back.

  “I guess it’s time for some show...” said Velkarith.

  He put his left hand in front of him and said:

  “Nashta!”

  From all the orcs of the battlefield, blood came to him in dancing lines. Aeln attacked immediately!

  Velkarith dodged and still sucked up blood. The ranger charged, and his slash was dodged as well. Velkarith slashed towards the ranger and cut his arm partially. Aeln tried to cut off the blood flow; nothing happened. He then attacked Velkarith at his neck. Velkarith blocked the attack with some dark shadow made of ashes. Baka and Burin attacked again. Velkarith also blocked their attack, then slashed towards Aeln, with no result.

  “You are annoying, all of you! Especially you, Knight of the Pegasus!” shouted the dark elf with a more evil face, looking almost like a phantom.

  Riuluk was scared. He has never been so scared in his life. He watched all these brave people help him without even knowing him. Why? Are they already connected to each other for the better good of the world? Why am I always running, always the one who needs to be protected? I want to help them too!

  Valkerith sliced the ranger on his chest. The ranger fell to the ground. He then clashed with Aeln a couple of times, who was visibly getting tired, sweat running down his forehead. Baka and Burin jumped toward him. He pierced them on the shoulder, and they also fell to the ground. Philipp charged towards Velkarith with his knife, dodged the attack, and touched Velkarith’s face. The dark elf stopped for a couple of seconds, Aeln gave another pierce of his lance. This time, he was able to pierce Velkarith on a flank.

  Velkarith regained consciousness of himself, stronger than ever, with all that blood in him from his orcs. He grabbed the lance of the Knight of the Pegasus house and pushed it inside of himself quickly, in order to reach Aeln and make his sword slash reach him.

  “Slash!”

  Aeln also got slashed on a flank. He kneeled for the pain.

  “You see? Knight of the Pegasus House? You can fall, and you will fall by my hand!”

  Velkarith raised his sword again, and Philipp tried to reach out to touch him, but he could not this time...

  “Noooooooo!” shouted Riuluk,

  He started to run towards the dark elf; his eyes had never been so full of hate in his whole life. Philipp was the only one to see it in time. A pair of phantom-like wings appeared on the back of Riuluk. Riuluk stopped to make a jump against Velkarith. His feet seem heavier, his energy multiplied, his strength...incomparable. From his feet, some white and spongy material came out...what on sky? A cloud?

  When he jumped from the ground, he jumped towards Velkarith with the speed of a bird. His hand open trying to grab him. By the eyes of Philipp, claws of an ancient bird.

  “You will not destroy everything!” shouted Riuluk,

  When his hand touched Velkarith, the impact was so strong that he flew on the other side of the street, clashing on a wall.

  Riuluk stopped and breathed heavily. What just happened? Was he dreaming?

  Velkarith stood up again, covered in blood.

  “Who the hell are you?” asked Velkarith, looking at them.

  Philipp put a hand on Riuluk’s shoulder, and Baka and Burin stood up again next to them. Aeln Colt got up on his feet, too, as the ranger sat down on the stairs next to them.

  “We are the Magical 5, Velkarith, king of the dark elves! Do not forget us in this upcoming Era!” shouted Philipp,

  Duonor’s Spheres surrounded Velkarith, pointing their cannons towards him. He lifted both his arms up in a sign of surrender. He then moved to the shadow of the wall he just clashed on and disappeared into it.