Draejon

Xiao Chen was once a great soldier of Huaxia known for his strange, unique but effective tactics and plans during operations. He would always assume command and orchestrate highly-dangerous missions and would lead his unit to success.

He was known for being a great commander which made his military rank soar, from being a young lieutenant freshly graduate from the academy to becoming one of the youngest general that Huaxia had ever seen.

Sadly though his military career was cut short when he was deeply involved in the older generals politics. He died a tragic death when he was murdered by the men who he trusted so much and considered his brothers.

His soul wandered through the river of time and space still seeking vengeance and was soon swallowed up by a swirling light.

He soon found himself in the body of a monster or that's what others consider him to be. He had a hulking figure pack with muscles,towering nearly 7ft tall, a pair thick tusks jutting out from his mouth and lupine ears along with the great desire for battle welling up inside him.

He begins his new journey as a green hulking monster or an orc as what his kind was called, a monster born for war and lived for war.

Rise of the Horde

"I don't have any preference. Big or small doesn't matter to me... Wait... We are here to discuss about some important matters and not my personal preferences." Xiao Chen said with all seriousness as he stared at the crowd who had all their gaze focus on him.

Xiao Chen stared at the crowd who were expecting for his answer and explanation with eyes blazing with all seriousness.

Adhalia and Draegh'ana lowered their heads when they saw the chieftain's very serious face. Those who distanced themselves to the back stood up and came closer to the chieftain. They all had an awkward and guilty look on their faces and even the sleeping Deagol woke up and joined the crowd and waited patiently for the chieftain.

"I called you all here to discuss some important matters." he glanced at them all in the eye from left to right and the crowd averted his gaze. Rakh'ash'ta even whistled softly and stared at the ceiling of the tent, making himself look as innocent as possible.

Chapter 87