Draxis looked down from his mount at a shade spy. “Milord, Azarth and his drake armies have intentions of marching through the Elvenwood as a quick means to reach the Armanian Capital. What word shall I send to my brothers among the drakes?” The shade spoke as it materialized into existence. “Tell them to do nothing, we shall hurry our efforts here and accelerate the inferno. The drakes and their king will be pleased that we have cleared the path for them and that we shall be the unstoppable spearhead that drives before them, routing the enemies before Azarth can claim his victory. He thinks that he will get to claim the land that I will rend. He has never been so wrong. Go, Shade, go and tell your brothers in darkness to keep on their path and follow the drakes here. All they will see is soot and ash and the wheel tracks of my death machines.” Draxis spoke to the spy and looked ahead to the already blazing forest before him, not much of it was burning yet, as the forest was very vast, but still, a large portion that was in front of him was already being turned to ash. “Send our ghouls to tear down the trees, send the abominations as well, send our might to rip the forest from their roots and use that wood to construct a battering ram for the elf kingdom. We will use their precious trees to batter down their doors and show them how weak and pitiful they are.” Draxis told one of his commanders, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames that devoured the trees. Moments later the sound of axe and claw striking wood could be heard and the falling of trees and cracking of timber polluted the air. “What a surprise for Razgar and Azarth this will be… and that Yeti and his band of savages… They will know the true might of the Legions of Felwind and know that we are to be feared greatly.” He spoke as a evil smile spread across his lips from under his helmet. 

Not long into the siege did Draxis hear, and see beautiful arrowheads flying at him and his troops. “Ahh so they’ve noticed, it’s about time that my actions have been seen. Release the Lichhounds, send them after the elf scum.” He spoke as he nodded to the beast masters in front of him. Each master held several different horrid beasts at their commands, and each one was positioned in such a way that they would be protected under the cover of the meatwagons. A foul roar was heard as the evil dogs ran though the hordes of undead, crashing into the flaming forest. Minutes later the agonizing screams of the elves could be heard and the yelps of injured hounds accompanied by them. A few moments of these screams passed when suddenly they became closer, as if the orcs were pressing forward, when in truth, they were screaming and running into the legions on fire. It appeared that the Bone Wyvern Riders had been providing air support for the hounds as the foul and wretched roars resumed and the crunching of bones could be heard everywhere as the hounds set in for their meals. “Let the ghouls go now, the abominations can handle the building of the battering rams.” Draxis motioned to the commander once again and looked to his Dethsworn. “Once the main front has been vanquished, we will ride in my comrades… and we will be like a sweeping death, claiming their lives for the Bone Stitchers to resurrect their pale and putrid forms to join our ranks.” The chaos of the battle ensued and the shrieks for help reached all the ears of his army, sending them into a frenzied charge towards the forest to hack the elves limb from limb. The calls of the undead ringing out into the nightly mists.