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Rise of the Horde

Xiao Chen was once a great soldier of Huaxia known for his strange, unique but effective tactics and plans during operations. He would always assume command and orchestrate highly-dangerous missions and would lead his unit to success. He was known for being a great commander which made his military rank soar, from being a young lieutenant freshly graduate from the academy to becoming one of the youngest general that Huaxia had ever seen. Sadly though his military career was cut short when he was deeply involved in the older generals politics. He died a tragic death when he was murdered by the men who he trusted so much and considered his brothers. His soul wandered through the river of time and space still seeking vengeance and was soon swallowed up by a swirling light. He soon found himself in the body of a monster or that's what others consider him to be. He had a hulking figure pack with muscles,towering nearly 7ft tall, a pair thick tusks jutting out from his mouth and lupine ears along with the great desire for battle welling up inside him. He begins his new journey as a green hulking monster or an orc as what his kind was called, a monster born for war and lived for war.

Draejon · Militar
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480 Chs

Chapter 434

The demoness, her figure covered in wounds and bruises, glared at Artanos. He was a strange being, a creature with some contradictions, with bluish wings almost like the clear sky and eyes like the ancient forests of the elves. Yet, he moved with the grace of a predator, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

"Your words are like the whispers of the wind," she spat, her voice a rasping echo of the underworld. "They mean nothing."

Artanos merely tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "Then perhaps you should listen more closely," he said, his voice a melodic whisper. "For I have seen things you could never comprehend."

He spread his wings, a canvas of moonlight and starlight, the air humming with the power that pulsed within him. "Your master is afraid."

The demoness bristled. "Afraid?" she scoffed, her voice rising in pitch. "He has no fear. He is the master of pain, the embodiment of agony."