Grommash Bloodcleaver was inspecting the blockade around the human fortress. His patron had ordered him to starve the humans and when possible, kill them. The orcs were supporting the Eternal Dominion in their endeavor to bring Ankhet Sekhmara back. He didn't care much for the politics. He just wanted to kill the humans and advance in his class, the blood berserker.
The idea was to block the humans from going out hunting, and when they were too far behind in levels, they would attack. In the anti, they would send squads to attack the remaining human bases, but most were almost half a day’s walk from this base. He had also ordered so scouts to build outposts so they couldn't be attacked from behind. All in all, the situation was good. Since he united all orc tribes around the mountains under him, his power had skyrocketed.
All the beasts that were killed were brought to him, and he used those in rituals to empower his blood. Almost every ti he was not hunting, he bathed in the blood of fallen beasts, slowly giving him strength. He was now at Level 42 and could easily kill beasts close to Level 50 alone. He had also ordered to bring the humans to him after they died, but it was not really worth it. Most of the ti, they lost most of their blood on the way. The bodies of the humans were just too weak and got utterly destroyed when the orcs killed them, which was a pity for him.
So far, he was happy with how it went. They could build the blockade almost unnoticed and had even managed to kill over five parties who wanted to return to their safe ho behind the walls. They died so fast he could even use so of their blood since their bodies had been almost intact. He wondered what the humans would try. They were just weaker than the orcs in every aspect. He would see no issue with fighting two parties of humans by himself. He was fast and strong, and his axe was hungry. His spirit weapon also hungered for blood and materials. Grommash had managed to upgrade it two tis now, from epic to exalted and from exalted to ancient.
At the mont, the smiths were working on his armor. He had one, but it sucked in battle. It didn't really block many attacks before breaking apart and was not much harder than his skin at the mont. That's why they only used parts of the armor and enchanted them as well as possible, but that would take ti. One of his tal gloves took four smiths over a week to finish. In the end, it was all worth trouble and in the end, no orc was his match. Even with more orc gods giving out their blessings, it just didn't matter. He had his blessing for too long and had accumulated too much for them to catch up anyti soon.
It was not just his armor and political power. It was also his skill in fighting and his spells that made him the strongest. He was confident that he could kill every orc in a one-on-one battle without any of his equipnt. He already had been a honored warrior before the system and now he had turned into a true monster noone could face.
When he let his gaze wander, he saw one of his advisers approaching him.
"Great chieftain, I have news," his adviser Tharkul said with a bow.
"What is it, Tharkul?" Grommash answered with a deep voice. What could it be? Everything should be done now.
"All the preparations are finished, and I have 8 groups ready to send out to hunt the last survivors," Tharkul reported.
"Great, do that. Was that all?" Grommash added after he saw that the orc was still bowing. There better was no complications. He really wasn't in the mood for sothing like that at the mont.
"Yes, the orcs that were sent hunting after that mage have disappeared," Tharkul said, bowing even deeper.
"So he had managed to kill four orcs. Do you have any tracks to follow or find the place where they fought?" Grommash asked. The last thing he needed was an assassin lurking in the dark.
"No, we didn't find anything until now. I just got the report after I left my tent," Tharkul said in fear.
"Don't send the groups out hunting. I don't want to give that guy the chance to pick off more orcs one by one," Grommash finally said after a pause. "Use the manpower to finish our lookouts and position more guards there."
"As you wish," Tharkul said with another deep bow. He had already turned around when a young orc was running at them.
"Great chieftain, adviser," the orc said out of breath, bowing deeply to both of them. "Two lookouts have been attacked and killed."
After this, it was silent for a while until Grommash spoke. "Build new ones near the camp and place the other ring wall we brought behind us. I am not taking any chances here, and do so fast."
"Yes, as you wish, great chieftain," both said, bowing deeply, and disappeared into the camp.
Grommash then turned around and walked into the jungle. He would go on a solo hunting trip. There was nothing out there that could fight him, and he would slay those bastards who were starting to make problems this early.
Thalion was hiding on one of the tree branches and watched in dismay as one of the orcs put out a wall from his spatial ring, with many guards watching.
They even had so kind of earth mage. He was dancing, and sothing was happening with the earth. After a short rumble, the ground under the wall was rising a few ters, though covered in the sa runes as the wall. They were weak in comparison to Kael's fortress, but still strong, and he wouldn't break them in short order. Jumping over it would probably also trigger an alarm.
He could fly over it in his human form, but then they would spot him anyway, so that was not an option.
Before he could make a decision, he saw an orc with red skin that was far bigger than all the others, jumping over the wall and moving into the jungle with a fast walk.
While passing, all the other orcs bowed deeply to that one. Thalion couldn't identify him because then he would be noticed, but that guy was no joke. He passively took a step back into the shadows.
The guy was still over 500 ters away from him while he walked in his direction, and there was no way he would win against that guy.
Thalion contemplated whether he should attack the camp when this warrior was missing, but there were so many orcs on the wall, and this couldn't be the strongest orc. None of the strong humans were running in the jungle all alone. They always had a group that followed them. That ant there were still stronger warriors than that guy, but it couldn't be that many. Otherwise, they would have already attacked the fortress.
So he would wait for the red one to pass by and then search for other survivors. Maybe with so assistance, he could break through.
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He was slowly turning back from the red orc that was moving in his direction. Normally, he would just sprint away, jumping from branch to branch; they were so thick that you could easily move like that. The problem was that he feared the orc would notice him when he moved too fast. The orc was only 100 ters away at the mont. When the orc ca closer, he stopped, took a deep breath with closed eyes, then looked up directly at Thalion.
"What the fuck?" Thalion thought in shock. "What is wrong with that guy? It must be soone with a blessing or other special ans."
anwhile, the orc exploded with speed and smashed his giant, brutal red axe that appeared in his hand through the whole tree trunk. The trunk was over eight ters thick, and the orc smashed through like it was nothing. Thalion got his thoughts together and jumped on a branch from the tree next to him, a blood spike ripping through the wood where he had been standing one second ago.
The orc also jumped up and unleashed a red slash at him that traveled fast. Thalion started running away, jumping from branch to branch.
The orc's attack ripped apart the branch he was standing on and dug deep into the tree trunk. The crazy orc landed on a branch behind him and jumped after him. Thalion changed direction and jumped down on the ground again, starting to run. There was no way that brute was faster than him. The red orc roared in anger, and his body started to glow in red light as he sprinted after him. He was almost as fast as Thalion.
To his dismay, the red orc was slowly catching up because Thalion had to dodge the occasional blood spike that was fired at him. He needed to do sothing, and after a red slash got fired from the orc's axe, he ducked under it and changed direction. The orc was only 15 ters behind him. At that speed, Thalion was beside the orc in an instant and swiped with a claw over his leg, ripping the skin open. He had hoped to perhaps break the bone or rip the whole leg off, but the skin of that orc was so hard he only left flesh wounds. Then, before he could jump back, he got hit with a backhand swing and the axehead ripped open his chest. Pain was rocking through Thalion's body, but he kept it together and used abyssal bite on the bicep of the orc, ripping a big piece of flesh out.
The orc roared in pain and kicked him away. After Thalion crashed into the tree, three blood spikes were fired his way, and Thalion ducked but still got hit by one in his right shoulder, which didn't stop it either. Thalion gasped as blinding pain shot through his body as sothing in his shoulder broke when the spike ripped through. He just turned around and kept running as fast as he could. He couldn't allow his dream to end here. The red orc was no longer chasing him. He saw how the guy slowly picked up his axe. He probably had dropped it out of pain. His body slowly stopped glowing red. As their eyes t, Thalion saw a storm of uncontainable hate. Great, now there was Steven, Thorwald, and the big bad red orc chieftain on the list of enemies. What a day, Thalion thought as he disappeared into the jungle.
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