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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 · 軍事
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446 Chs

Chapter 2

*COMMANDER

RANK: Grunt Sergeant (Upgradable)

- able to take command of a rabble (10 orc warriors)

Commander Skills

Battle Commander: Novice (Upgradable)

- 10% chance for warriors under your command to execute your given commands perfectly

Morale Boost: Basic (Upgradable)

- 5% chance that warriors under your command will fight to the death as long as you are within 10-meter radius of them.

Commander's Share: Basic (Upgradable)

- for every enemy that a warrior under your command kills, receive one point.

*ARMY DETAILS

Trust: 65%

Total Number of Subordinates:1

Xiao Chen soon understood what the new functions are. It is basically like the war simulation games that he got addicted to when he was young, prompting him to become a commander.

"What's your name?"

Xiao Chen asked the skinny orc that he just saved. Observing him closer, he noticed that the skinny orc had a mark on his left chest, a mark which distinguishes a pug from a warrior.

"Gur'kan, my chief"

The skinny orc, still with his head bowed down while thumping his right fist to his left chest as a sign of respect to Xiao Chen.

"Arm yourself properly and follow me"

Xiao Chen beckoned Gur'kan as he turned around deeper towards the forest where distinct sounds of battle are coming from.

He had lived for barely a month since his reincarnation and had taken part in three battles already; he didn't want to take part, but the system that accompanied his reincarnation forced him to.

He ignored the system missions that had penalties before and he truly suffered for it; he experienced starvation and thirst so intense that it was driving him mad, no not the starvation and thirst from lacking of food and water but starvation for battle, his body screaming in pain like he was being burned alive.

By then Xiao Chen understood why orcs were forced to battle endlessly because if they wouldn't, they would suffer. The feeling of hunger and thirst for food and water, orcs could endure but the hunger and thirst of battle, they couldn't. Sometimes different orc tribes or groups would wage battle against each other just to satiate their hunger and thirst for battle.

According to the words of the oldest shamans, it was the priced that their race had to pay. Their previous world being destroyed by spatial storms that just suddenly emerged, destroying their ancient lands and disturbing their peaceful lives. They sought the aid of their ancestors and the surrounding spirits, to no avail. They all just vanished, and the shamans lose their magic and power. The ones that helped them, which were the less likely to lend a hand, were the frowned upon warlocks, who achieve their magic and power through demonic ways.

The warlocks practiced life sacrifices and other atrocious deeds which most of the orcs disapproved since gaining power with the aid of demons instead of their ancestors and the spirits were dishonorable. Orcs lived unrestrained, only relying on what nature gives and provides them with and never asking more than what was required, and strength gained by your hands or understanding of the shamanic ways was their path of gaining honor.

The different tribes gathered all together by the call of the warlocks at the dark plains, the gathering spot of warlocks. There the warlocks summoned their demon masters, colossal figures of varying features appeared before the orc race.

They had dark ominous auras surrounding them, some had scales, some with thick fur like their trusted steeds and companions of orcs, the wargs while some had skins of the same features to the orcs but in many colors. They had eyes that can make even the brave orcs uncomfortable with their gaze, some with tails like snakes and lizards, some like the wargs and the huge mountain cats. Most of them had a set of sharp teeth like the predators of the wild, they had horns on their heads and some in different areas like the shoulder and the back.

The demons offered them a pact of servitude for ten years and then orcs, with their world slowly dying, took the offer. The demons send them to these lands of those pinkskins, the humans and the long-eared ones, the elves.

Here they were commanded by the demons to waged war and waged war, they did. The orcs empowered by the demon's blood that they consumed to cross the demonic spatial gates drove them into a frenzy and further strengthened their frightening might in combat, but little did they know it was also a curse to them by the demons, slowly changing them to what the demons wanted, forever their servants.

But in a new world filled with natural spirits, the shamans recovered their power and learned the truth about the demons' devious plans. Many shamans embraced the fate of losing their powers as long as their race could break free from the claws of the demons. With shamans continuously sacrificing their magic and power for many generations, they finally broken the bonds that shackled them to their demon masters but the curse of the demon's blood had long corrupted them, turning them into insatiable battle maniacs that would always go to battle till death.

*****

Xiao Chen was trying to find a way to cure this curse and sought the system's aid and luckily the system store sells an item that can lift the curse but it was priced at a humongous figure of one million points.

The pinkskins and long-eared ones did not know the history of the orcs and with the difference in language, they never communicated well and whenever they meet, they would always spill often blood than not.

Xiao Chen once tried communicating with the pinkskins but to no avail, they speak an unfamiliar language than what humans used to speak in his previous world; he tried English, Russian, German, French, Spanish and even his mother tongue Mandarin, but to no avail and just nearly had his new life ended.

Staring at the skinny orc behind him, Xiao Chen was at a loss for words. The orc donned on the rider's equipment, stripping the poor rider naked only leaving behind the simple piece of loin cloth covering his private parts.

Armed with a spear in one hand and a sword in the other while being accompanied by a fully armored orc, who was a rare sight to behold, they went deeper into the woods. There Xiao Chen saw four enemy cavalry toying with a female orc. They tied her on with some rope to the trees and are slowly wounding her with daggers while laughing.

Female orcs joined battles, but rarely, only the fiercest female orcs would.

"#@¥£ #*@#€¥£"

The bulkiest of the four said,

"#@¥£**"

The man with a fierce scowl on his face replied, then laughter ensued as they enjoy playing with the bounded female orcs busily cursing them.

"Untie me and fight like an actual warrior"

She screamed at them but just got ignored and earned a few more wounds; she retaliated by spitting and cursing at them.

Xiao Chen couldn't understand what the humans were talking about but he didn't care, all his eyes were dead set on the mark on the female orcs right arm, a mark he only saw among the chiefs of the tribe and their descendants and the ever-respected shamans.

Carefully observing the enemies in front of them, his brain went at work, figuring out a plan to kill all the enemies while ensuring the safety and life of the female orc, considering the resources at his disposal he soon devised a simple yet surely effective plan but first he had to buy something from the system store for his plan to work.