Orc War Chief 소설 & 이야기

Felicity nodded and told him about the chief of Admiralporium, whom he had never met. “Chief Kline, Warren Kline, is a warlord. I’m not sure of his particular level, but he’s beaten a warlord before. “He’s easygoing and dotes on his subordinates. He treasures Chief Rivera and us captains and always fights for a higher budget for us to the superior. “He loathes backstabbers because he was betrayed when he was younger and that caused a huge loss. “I don’t know about others, but the few of us who’ve spent rather long in Admiralporium and interacted with Chief Kline more often are respectful of him. We don’t feel the restraint or pressure of facing a superior with him either.”

My voice was steady despite the tremor in my hands. The next forty-eight hours passed in a blur of intense, nerve-wracking preparation. Cardan was indeed a full-blown mother hen. He installed half a dozen extra Lycan guards outside our door, demanded fresh food that Harley had to scavenge from surrounding forests, and wouldn't let me stand for more than an hour at a time. But we worked. The messengers returned, breathless but successful. They brought back the chiefs: the stoic, iron-willed Orc War Chief, Grym, and the elegant, ancient Elven Elder, Lyra.

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

We eat theirs. We all seem fine after we eat. There is no way to know what time it is. The warriors work with me on some moves for tomorrow. I wonder if Augustus knows we are in the same cell? Not very bright considering these wolves are the elite of the elite. Finally the guards call lights out and one of the warriors switches clothes with me and sleeps in my bed. Bruce-Hendricks planed for this? Me-If I win tomorrow, I’m appointing Joshua as Second in Command and Hendricks as my chief Advisor.

(Rose Village Chief Ori) “Hahaha….with flying marks, Chief Ori…”.(Specialist Oghar) “Oh thank god!….to me, Young man…I don’t really care how you look or who you are….seeing that you are wearing that military uniform I know that you are dependable like any Aeternum officer I have meet…besides, I have dealt with a lot of people of all kind….so I know which is a good person and who are not…..”.(Rose Village Chief Ori)

He cleared his throat, keeping the whirlwind of emotions at bay. Then, he regained the commanding presence of an Alpha. "The room is ready. Chief Oracle, please follow me."

Rooni gasped, almost running away. "Bloody spirits, MasterChief! Would you quit sneaking up on us?" Rooni complained. "And when would you quit getting startled at the slightest excitement?" MasterChief responded. "I wasn't startled. I was just, excited," Rooni shrugged. The MasterChief chuckled as he sat down with the bunch. "I'm not sure I got you correctly. But I think I heard you say that the man is no ordinary man. How?" Vira asked. "Not many know this but..." MasterChief looked around and then in a lowered voice he continued," That man is Commander Benek. The late King's War Chief."

Walsh called with the architect's identification, which was worse than expected, so they didn't have weeks. "The architect is President Marshall's Chief of Staff," Walsh said. She has access to every classified government supernatural assessment in her eight years there. She ordered the orbital strike, coordinated with Coleman's faction, and has used Viktor since Thomas died." "The President's own Chief of Staff has been orchestrating werewolf genocide," Marcus struggled to comprehend. Does Marshall know?" I don't think so," Walsh said. "But I can't prove it either way, so telling Marshall could alert the Architect that we've found her."

I commanded. Commander Vance was the first to rise. His massive frame straightened, his dark silver eyes locking onto me, then moving to Cora with an expression of profound, unshakeable respect. One by one, the five hundred warriors of the vanguard stood, their armor clinking in a sharp, metallic rhythm as they returned to attention.

Oscar, the trusted second-in-command of the northern pack, understood the gravity of the situation. As rumors spread of Damian's return and his intentions to challenge Dax's authority, Oscar took charge, organizing the mercenaries to patrol the borders diligently. The fate of their pack hung in the balance, and it was his duty to ensure their safety. Gathered in the war room, Oscar addressed the army chiefs, their faces etched with determination and concern.