The Hobbit Pale Orc Novels & Stories

Rowan glanced over the crowd, looking at our table. “Horus, King Osirus’ dragon, as well as the elves have made sure of that. Green grasses cover the plains, the trees have taken root and new species of our kind have been brought out from hiding,” he smiled. “Orcs, were a great benefactor in helping us win this war.”

Then a hand reached through the space between stone and shield. Not long dead; flesh still clung to the orc’s bones as the arm bent forward, trying to lock onto my wrist. I slapped at it, my stomach boiling as chunks of flesh snagged on my fingertips. “stupid-child of Freyja,” the orc snarled, evidently still possessed of its tongue. “Your flesh will fill my belly soon enough.” In reaction, I seized hold of its forearm and twisted till the elbow dislocated, savoring its cry of anguish but knowing the orc would well have the last word.

Goblins were greedy creatures who craved treasure and gold, both of which the Silvan Clan had and what the goblins wished to steal. Other than goblins, orcs and trolls also resided on the Murky Mountain, but rarely did these three races intangle with each other, or at least that should be the case. The boy elf leaped and paused when he spotted a goblin and orc walking together. Suspicious of the pair, he signaled to his partner for them to follow the pair.

The Vapour trench ran all the way around that mountain. Orbin leapt clear over the 30m wide trench; it was deep. Orbin landed safely on to the other side, it was effortless to him. The unicorns carrying the girls flew over the trench gracefully. On that other side of that trench was the sanctuary for lesser animals: The herbivores. The Hobitoes looked like squirrels that hopped like mini kangaroos; a group of Hobitoes hopped in a throng over to Orbin, they were about 7 of them. They were his pets, they seemed pleased to see him. They made pleased purring sounds like cats. Unfortunately, he had no treats for them but that did not stop them from rubbing themselves against his massive legs.

The mana in the core and the mana in the bones and claws knew each other well and had worked together before. This was the remnant spirit of the Diamond Scaled Ferocious Ground Dragon that was in Gin's war hammer. Gin swung his hammer up and a fist made of rubble rose and hit the High Orc, sending him flying. The Orc was over 20ft tall and heavy, Gin could only hit him a few hundred feet into the air with his full strength. A metal axe formed in the air and slammed the Orc back into the ground, destroying several huts inside the fortress.

Eluvene let her Darkness free, slowing the Orcs. Drax and Eluvene kept using their magic until they reached the boats. “How much longer until we get to the catacombs?” Milton asked. Eluvene looked around the cave. “About ten minutes.” The Orcs were getting closer to the boats. Milton knew the only way to kill them was with weapons made from magic ore. The swords of the Paladins and Rhobart were made from magic ore. Even Milton had one. He was not as skilled with a sword as he was with his magic, but Milton was confident that he would take down at least one Orc.

the tiger king asked unhappily. The exasperated orc king immediately pressed his palms together and his eyes glowed a bright white color. After mumbling some inaudible words he outstretched his hands and little white lights flew from his palms towards the rulers who annoyed him. They couldn't dodge it and once it entered their chests they found they could no longer talk. Though they knew this effect was temporary, they still glared daggers at the orc king who also returned a baleful glare of his own. The presently mute rulers soon calmed down.

But if someone on either side went to the other side's territory to make trouble, he or she deserved to die. After traveling for an hour, they arrived at an area that was still under repair. The entire district was covered with a layer of a little choking smoke and dust. Xiao Chen noticed that many of the people who worked outside looked very strange. Some of them had bear heads, while others had wolf claws. All of them seemed to have infinite power. In shock, Xiao Chen asked, "Who are they?" "They are Orcs," Yang Qing said lightly. "Orcs?" Xiao Chen felt very strange. He had never seen such a race in the Five Continents. Was it also a race from ancient times?

“Sera, look at this.” “This is bad. We should contact the commander.” She noticed that one of the goblins had a slightly bluish skin and a small horn on their head. It was a stronger species, an evolved goblin called a hobgoblin. Newbies can handle a single hoblin but a horde would be fatal. Team Alpha recovered enough to move. Sera and Sven were about to inform them to retreat when the earth rumbled violently.

And in the center, a fire pit with a spit turning slowly over the flames. A figure straightened up from beside the fire. He was huge and easily seven feet tall, broad as a damn doorway, with thick green-gray skin stretched over heavy muscle. Tusks curved from his lower jaw, not monstrously long but impossible to miss. His dark hair was braided back from a heavy brow, and he wore simple leather breeches and a vest that looked like it barely contained his chest. An orc. Elena’s brain short-circuited. She’d studied enough folklore to know the stories, but stories didn’t prepare you for the living, breathing reality standing ten feet away, watching her with calm amber eyes.