Orc War Chief Novelas e Histórias

Mordecai answered with his same unreadable smile. “So, the oracle is one of those traitors!” Venet hissed from the Dean’s group. “And so is that bastard Dorin!” “The oracle got his position decades before the revolt,” Dean Alcion said. “He has long cut off all connections with the Heilig royalty.” “That is correct,” Prof Raevers followed up, “he even sided with the Empire during the revolt, so hold your tongue and think before you speak.” Venet did hold his tongue as Prof. Reaver’s sharp gaze fell on him.

The one in the centre wore a high-collared black coat, the gold crest of the Celestial Watch emblazoned across his chest. It was a commander. Orrin Vale. The Judicator himself. To either side of him flanked what looked like two subordinates. One with a halberd crackling faintly with prana, the other carrying a massive spellbook bound in silver chains. Roy watched them approach, not with caution, but with that same detached stillness. Like this was just another page turning in a very long book. “You fought my men,” Orrin said finally, his voice deep but controlled. “And defeated them without killing a single one.”

Jordan adds immediately, his alpha sigil pulsing with total shock. "What structural defect is ruining your focus tonight, Harvey?" David Duskbane’s freezing baritone suddenly cuts through the group link, his rare voice immediately causing the other commanders to freeze. "Holy f*ck! The Warlord has emerged from his war-vaults!" Jordan shrieks into his comm-stone. "Harvey, your crazy talk about leaving the wine jars just forced our supreme leader out of his shadow-keep! Hurry up and tell the vanguard you are executing a joke!"

Iver clarified and Magnus's eyes widened in disbelief at the general's response, and immediately his eyes snapped to Orion, who was leaning back in his seat with his fingers drumming repeatedly against the table in front of him as he listened wordlessly. "Alpha, surely you can't allow General Iver to carry out such precarious plans," the middle-aged man deadpanned, and the other four older chieftains nodded in consecutive agreement. Orion's steely gaze flitted across the room, heavy and intense, as he stroked his stubbled jawline. He wasn't worried about his general's plans, but he was more worried that the man underestimated the humans, and that was a big mistake on his part. "You underesti

His voice echoed across the room. “It is my duty to protect the future of the Blood Pack. Go back to where you came from, Demon King. What you face now is not just an oracle of the first rank like me. It's two male werewolves from the Otieno Clan and a tribrid!” the Oracle shouted at the laughing Demon King. Gabriel and Alpha Rey stood beside me, ready to deal with this unexpected threat. I could feel the tension in the air as if I were in a battle.

"We’ve already made preparations. Our forces are ready to strike, and with your help, the wolves will fall." The Bear King nodded slowly, and then, with a deliberate motion, he signaled for his war chief to enter. A hulking figure emerged from the shadows, his face hidden beneath the rim of his helmet. The war chief’s presence was commanding, and Maxine immediately recognized the weight of his authority. This man had led countless battles and won them all. Viktor gestured toward the war chief, and the massive figure stepped forward. "This is my right-hand man, Kael," Viktor said, his voice tinged with pride. "He will assist you in the coming war. Kael, show them what we have."

The old dwarf peers at us through hooded eyes. Chugging the glass of milk in his hand he sets it down on the throne room table. The elder glances over each of us before his eyes land on me. Placing a fist over my heart I bow to him. "It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Fimrouck. I am Chieftain Eleonora of the Perilous Horde and this is my mate Flavius. Behind me are my warriors Soren and Dovydas," I introduce.

I stated flatly. I reached up, my small, pale hand gripping the heavy leather collar of his armor. "You locked your generals in the deepest cells of Level Three," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Beta Torin. General Kael. Elder Vance. You stripped the Vanguard of its commanders out of paranoia. But Valerius didn't use Torin to infiltrate this keep. Valerius used the Warlock. The Warlock opened the door, and the Warlock is dead."

The Chief of Staff in Somerland—Mason Stefani. The Deputy Chief of Staff in Somerland—Abraham Jones, nicknamed God of War, administrated over the local forces and the Special Task Force. The Deputy Chief of Staff in Somerland—Dirk Schuman, nicknamed God of Military, governed the military department and Falcon. These three were all guardians in the God Rank. At the time, they were the highest combat power on the surface of Somerland. The remaining seven members were all masters that were halfway to the God Rank and were all managing their own affairs.

] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move. The armored Orc's yellow narrow eyes calmly ȧssessed the situation in front of him. He looked back at the two Orcs who accompanied him and said something Will didn't understand. The Orc then slowly walked towards the cave entrance completely ignoring Chief. This made Chief furious and he charged the big Orc, however all the Orc did was wave his hamaxe towards where Chief was approaching. The blow bȧrėly grazed Chief, as he was able to dodge it ahead of time. However the Orc just let out an annoyed growl, as if using any more effort on this Goblin was just a waste of time. He still swung again though, and this time the blunt e