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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 · Guerra
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491 Chs

Chapter 455

The sun beat down mercilessly on the parched earth surrounding Tortuga Fortress. The Lazican army, a tide of helmeted men and shouting officers, surged forward towards the seemingly impregnable stone walls.

Their advance was a chaotic ballet of clashing steel and desperate cries, a grim testament to the relentless pressure exerted by their commanders. The general, his face grim beneath his battered helmet, watched from a vantage point, his gaze fixed on the fortress's seemingly insurmountable defenses.

East and west, the approaches were treacherous; pitfall traps, cunningly concealed, dotted the landscape, promising a gruesome end to any who stumbled into their gaping maws.

"Report!" he barked, his voice barely audible over the din of battle.

A lieutenant, his uniform torn and stained with blood and mud, scrambled forward. "Sir, the eastern flank is holding, but losses are mounting. The traps… they are taking a terrible toll."