Blood Elf Monarch

Tristan came completely prepared to kill all the warchiefs at the gathering. 

It would be a waste to kill all these orc warriors, really, but in order to take full control of all of the territories within the Chaotic Plains, he could not risk allowing another warchief to hang around his turf. That's why he decisively ordered his champion to kill all the tribe leaders as they crossed the chaotic plains.

Seeing these dumb orc warchiefs made him itch with the desire to massacre all of them at once. 

Now, his entire plan really depended on Ghral. Surprisingly, Tristan seemed to be rather attached to this particular warchief. It could have been his prowess in battle before, or the way he rejected his last invite with such pride that made him want to tame him.

"This is your last chance!" Tristan was definitely not going to ask again.

Unbeknownst to him, though, deep down, Ghral was already in his most desperate state; he was no longer able to put up with the constant losses he faced in terms of physical combat as well as the shame that followed it. Before, he believed that his only choices were to either become one of Scarr's subordinates or kill himself..

But when he saw his previous second in command, Karra, and the new powers she was able to wield, he was absolutely bewildered.

The female orc was definitely only a new champion last he saw her. It was only 3 months since that happened, and it was clear that in that short time period, she had become much stronger. This did not make any sense to him at all. 

He then looked towards the other champions that came with Tristan, and he could recognize half of them, even One Ear. He was formerly one of the strongest grunts in his clan, not even a champion, and now he was a warchief.

What Tristan just said had confused him, but now, after what he saw, hearing them again gave him a sudden calling to submit to this elf. Ghral walked towards the white haired elf, completely determined.

"Make me win and I will follow you!"

Tristan gave him a smile in response.

"You shall have it."

[Blood Seal - Augmentation]

[Augmented target requires 1000 Blood Essence points]

He never augmented a real warchief before, and it pained him to see that it cost him three times the Blood Essence points of a champion, but he believed that it was worth a try, especially in a dire situation such as this.

"Yes! Augment him!"

[Target successfully Augmented]

A cloud of Blood Mist entered the large orc, and everyone could see that something was happening between the two of them. 

Guldan, the smartest among them, whispered incredulously to himself. "Blood Magic!"

There was very minimal change in terms of appearance, but Tristan could feel a sense of pure power beginning to emerge inside of the dark green orc.

He screamed, shouting his battle cry, which suddenly surprised everyone in the area.

Ghral looked towards Tristan, the expression on his face unreadable, as he turned around and aimed his ax towards Scarr once again.

"Scarr!!! Lok'tar!! We didn't get to finish our fight…! So fight me!" He screamed at his opponent.

The most respected of all the orcs, Scarr, was definitely not going to back down on his word. Once more, he lifted his great warhammer off the ground.

"Lok Narash!" Arm yourself!"

The two start to growl at one another as everyone cleared the area to give them the center place. With Scarr accepting the challenge, none of the other orcs would dare to stop them, And once again, they exchanged moves with one another.

Within the first few hits they exchanged, Scarr was shocked to see how much different this orc has become. His huge hammer was not able to stifle the axe's strikes in the slightest. The physical power of his opponent really shined through this time around. 

But seeing this only made the strongest orc in all of the Chaotic Plains turn more and more excited as he used [Berserker Rage] on his opponent; this was the orc's innate ability that increased his strength exponentially. In return, Ghral certainly did the same.

His state of mind right now was completely unshakeable; he was absolutely determined to fight to the death, and each of his blows were full of the rage he had repressed all this time. With the sheer power behind his punches, his opponent was quickly pushed back. 

Bammm!!! Bammm!!

"Arrgghh!!! This is not possible!" Shouted the large, scarred orc.

All the orc spectators rose up from their seats, cheering viciously upon seeing such an exciting fight, but only a few who could really understand what was happening to Ghral and the reason behind his sudden boost of strength. Guldan was one of them and he quickly turned toward the white haired elf and his subordinates in a state of complete shock and awe, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Bamm!! Bamm!!!

It was as if Ghral's fighting prowess and combat ability was increasing each second that passed; he was gradually becoming stronger and stronger, being able to push the strongest orc aside with the sheer force of his strength, making him drop to the ground, kneeling as he looked up to stare his opponent in the eye.

Unfortunately, when he was about to lay his last blow, his poor axe broke apart, its blade shattering into several pieces. 

This gave Scarr a single, vital moment as an opportunity to counter attack and use his never before seen skill, [Mighty Blow].

BAMMM!!!!

The hammer swung downwards, and Ghral was forced to accept it with his bare arms.

Absolutely refusing to give up, though, his fingers grasped the hammer firmly. He roared, almost as a final battle cry, and overcame Scarr's strength, pushing the hammer away, grabbing Scarr's waist and slamming him down into the ground with an immense thud.

Ghral grabbed the huge hammer and smashed it hard on the ground next to the half-dazed orc. 

Everyone that was watching could not believe what had just happened; all together, they started to chant his name repeatedly.

Echoes of "Ghral!! Ghral!! Ghral!!" reverberated throughout, as the crowd that surrounded them erupted into cheers. 

But the victorious orc, who had only trained this hard and came this far in order to receive such respect and honor from his peers, surprisingly ignored them. Instead, he approached Tristan and kneeled before him, bowing his head.

"My chief."

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Written by Avans, Published exclusively by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,