Orc War Chief Novels & Stories

The giant accompanying him stopped, and made a sign for him to enter. He did, and his father followed, as did Thorne. The rest of the soldiers that did not stop at the gate had stood outside of the hut. What greeted him was a giant sitting on a strange chair made of bones. His metal and leather clothes indicated wealth, and strength. In front of him, an ice table held together, maybe even formed by strange magic that Alarick felt vibrating from it. There was also some sort of magic static in the air, and he could tell that the chieftain was hiding some kind of supernatural power. Being around Erriene for the past weeks had made him sharp enough to tell about it.

We all said in unison. He lets out a heavy breath. “We have two oracles in our pack that just recently came in to their powers. They have told me they have seen an impending war coming our way. They can’t tell me why or when it’s starting let alone who is behind it. If anything, I think that is the reason behind the breach today.” “Why didn’t you tell us this sooner?” Asked Sean, the lead warrior. “I planned on it but I wanted to talk to them a little more first but things came up and I wasn’t able to.”

“I can’t.” Queenie was perplexed. “According to the Yorks from Hong Kong, Vince York is the true Chief Instructor. He’s about to take the position as the Country H’s Chief Instructor of the nine biggest military forces.” Harvey burst out laughing. “Just him? “Not only is he the young lord of the Yorks, but he’s also the new God of War of Dragon Palace. Plenty of evidence proved that he was indeed the Chief Instructor, who became known after a single battle on the Euro-American battlefield.

He only squeezed in response, but the look in his eye told me there was much more for us to discuss. King Orion commanded the soldiers in the area to destroy the remaining dead bodies. Willa explained how the three Orcs, named Sugha, Valpar, and Thorn. They all had raging muscles, at least seven feet tall, and crazy hair and tattoos on their bodies. Massive swords, clubs and spears hung on their backs, thick bindings on their arms, legs to use as armor. Not that they were needed, as Willa put it.

"Kid, you brought this upon yourself." Just when everyone thought Chase was doomed, a man in military attire sitting at the venue suddenly stood up and snapped to a salute toward Chase. He spoke with utmost respect. "Your humble servant—Kent Hampton, the commander-in-chief of West Oceania—greets Chief Instructor Collins. Congratulations to Basalt, congratulations to Bactria!"

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.”

The Wraithfang Recon Unit blueprints my mind had calculated five winters past had already paralyzed the rival borders. "Before your claw alters a single line of our vanguard armor, perhaps I should escort your carcass to the medical shamans for a full cranial scan," Orion grumbled, his massive arms crossed over his chest as his gold eyes studied my pale throat. "I need verification that your inner beast isn't still lovesick over the Calder throne. If your mind loses focus and abandons the weapon project halfway through the cycle, which commander am I supposed to roar at?" I merely matched his stare, unbothered by his blunt delivery.

"Chika Whitmore. Vanguard commander for the Afolayan Dominion." Morgan repeated the name, her brow furrowing as if trying to decipher an encrypted code from a broken ledger. Tracy instantly stepped into the gap, her aura flaring to shield my position. "Commander Welch, this wolf operates under the direct protection of the Supreme Throne. If his scent has violated your perimeter codes, the error belongs to my unit."

“And we need to know who inside is still human enough to answer.” Rusk swallowed. His voice came rough through the narrow window gap. “Captain Orra.” Everyone turned. Even Warren’s expression shifted. Rusk breathed shallowly, each word scraping its way out. “South wall commander. If anyone still holds that side, it’s Orra.” Warren stepped closer. “Orra won’t open for unknowns.” “No,” Rusk said. “She won’t.” “Will she open for Vale’s phrase?” “Maybe.” “That’s not enough.”

“Speak, child.” “Lord Orlov and my husband plan to fix the darkness problem with Vrian Elemental magic. Then they plan to-- to kill all the creatures in the forest. A genocide.” The Oracle didn't have as much of a reaction as Ursa thought. His eyes looked very far away, as if there was an internal database in his head, and he was accessing all types of information that normal mortals such as she can never touch. “They are both so smart, yet never learn. Young Orlov fancies himself a level-headed and analytical type of being; yet, he is just as impulsive as Young Vasil when it comes down to it.”