A streak of flame spread backward along the giant ox's body.
The ox cart began to enlarge rapidly with the Yellow Bull's growing form.
The carriage shattered, transforming into an ancient war chariot with traces of verdigris.
The old Priest, still frail, stood atop the chariot, appearing exceedingly minute.
Moo!
The giant Yellow Bull let out a bellow to the heavens, lowered its head to pull the chariot, and began to run.
With a forceful push from its hooves, it suddenly took the chariot and leaped into the sky, charging upwards.
And behind the chariot, a slender crimson tail flame was left in its wake.
The war chariot quickly reached a position above the charging Orcs, and as the Priest waved his staff, the morale of the Orcs surged once more.
Like wild beasts descending a mountain, they roared, beating their war blades against their shields, creating a loud clanging.
...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
