Blood Elf Monarch



The orcs who were part of the Blood Warrior tribe were all the strongest orcs, so the warchiefs decided to become a part of the tribe along with the rest of their forces. Thanks to that, now the Blood Warrior tribe has five tribes' worth of orcs.

Among them, there were even the strongest high orc warchief, Scarr, One Ear, and Gundal. Not only that, there was the orc who has managed to garner a reputation as the one who managed to reach the highest level, Ghral, the Overlord of the orcs.

But that was not all, five orc champions who were known for their fighting prowess have all gathered there as well. They have strength similar to dozens of normal orc soldiers. Four of them have even reached the same strength as a young warchief.

Last but not least, there are ten thousand orc soldiers and thousands of uruks, also ready to fight in the upcoming war.

All of a sudden, the communication tool Uriel usually carried with him rang. It was Commander Galzef.

"Where are you, Master Uriel? You have to hurry. We are already guarding the main gate, but you wouldn't believe what I have seen."

Commander Galzef sounded strange. As an experienced fighter, usually Galzef would never show fear. But this time, there was a trace of fear in his voice."

"What happened?" Uriel asked.

"You have to see for yourself."

Of course, hearing the incomplete information from Commander Galzef only made Uriel even more afraid and anxious. He stared at Herrera and Astrid, and both of them are as panicked as he was. However, the commander was right, they need to hurry.

They told the orcs to get ready as soon as possible to fight the enemies together with the Caerleon City residents, then Uriel, along with Astrid and Herrera, rushed to the battlefield leaving the orcs to prepare their strongest armor and weapons.

"Finally, a war for the orcs!" Scarr, the warchief famous for his strength and prowess in battle before Ghral's evolution into Orc Overlord shouted. He seemed excited to test his strength after Tristan upgraded him.

They quickly got ready. The orcs has massive weapons made of natural rocks and armor only to protect their vital parts. The orcs' loud noises kept on echoing from the direction of the orcs' village.

All of them just couldn't pass up the chance to go down to the battlefield, because their small brains only think about war.

Gundal and One Ear have finished their preparation, while Ghral was busy doing some warmup. The latter's massive muscles have hardened from the lack of wars to fight.

Ghral chose a weapon shaped like a massive axe, as he was hoping he could fight someone as strong as him.

"Guk Tar! We need to gather in front of the Caerleon City gates as the fat elf said!"

"Orc warriors! Let the party begin!"

CHIWIKKK!

"For the Blood Warrior tribe!"

"For the Golug, the strongest Chief!"

"CHIWIK!!"

"Golug! Golug! Golug!"

With that, they all headed with thumping steps towards the Caerleon City gates. With their every step, the ground trembled.

A total of seven thousand orcs, along with a thousand uruks, have all gathered together with the Caerleon City guards to fight against the barbarians.

CHIWIKK!

Commander Galfez have managed to convince most of the Caerleon City citizens to fight and defend the city. Thanks to the new government, Caerleon City has improved quickly, and the malnourished citizens looked a bit better than before. Some of them has even acquired muscles to fight in skirmishes.

"They will fight with us!"

"We will seize victory!" another citizen added. Some of them were grateful to see the thousands of orcs pour out from the direction of orcs' village.

However, that only applied to those sitting at the back lines. Meanwhile, the leaders on the front lines seemed even more concerned as the barbarians' forces grew closer and closer.

At that moment, far in the horizon, tens of thousands of barbarians all marched to Caerleon City.

They were split into ten lines, and each consisted of thousands of barbarians carrying the same type of armor and weapons.

In the front lines, there were knights carrying a sword and a shield. Their weapons were emblazoned with their tribes' symbols, while their faces and entire body was covered with thick armor and sturdy headgear.

Uriel did a quick estimate and saw around 10 different flags from different tribes, and every different tribe has around two or three thousand soldiers. In other words, they have twice the amount of soldiers compared to the combined forces of the orcs and the guards of Caerleon City.

Sadly, their problems did not end there. They heard the sound of aircrafts whizzing in the air and twirling in tune with the wind.

Each of the aircrafts carried four massive cylinders, each packing enough force to annihilate all life in an area. Nuclear or radioactive? No one knows, but if they launch it, Caerleon City as they know it will never support life for a few thousand years.

Everyone knows who was in control of those – Space Knights. They came from both the air and the land.

More than 500 space knights attacked in tandem with the barbarians. Their gleaming armor reflected the light of the sun, causing them to seem as if they were glowing. It seems they were planning to aid in ransacking the city and become a witness of the resulting carnage.

Uriel and Herrera stared at each other, both basking in the fear of what was happening after they saw the space knights with weapons they have never seen before.

The weapons looked like guns, but they could feel magical energy brimming within them. From what they could sense, the power of the energy was enough to blow an orcs' head clean off.

"How do these space knights even come to an agreement with the barbarians?" Chieng who was silent decided to speak.

"Are they allies?"

"I have no idea, I never heard about it before," Uriel answered and gulped his own saliva. Both his eyes were wide, and his entire body was trembling in fear from the enemies gathering at the horizon. Cold sweat have even started to stain his hands.

At that moment, suddenly the barbarian tribes stopped.

"Stop! Give way to the mighty Aesir!" one of the barbarian tribe leaders shouted, followed by the barbarians stopping their march.

All of them moved aside, as if they were a river splitting for the coming of a venerable god. The people standing at the ate could see someone walking forward from the back.

When the person showed up, the atmosphere seemed to shift and change. All they could feel was an intimidating, powerful aura.