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

Deramis, his face streaked with grime and sweat, scanned the battlefield. The crimson tide of Threian blood was a grim testament to the failing defense. To his left, the remnants of the Threian Infantry, once a proud shield, were crumbling under the relentless advance of the orcish horde.

Their once-bright armor was now dull with blood and mud, their formations shattered, their organized ranks reduced to desperate pockets of resistance. To his right, the situation was no better. The other supporting troops, renowned for their unwavering loyalty and martial prowess, were fighting a desperate repelling action, their disciplined lines wavering under the sheer weight of the orcish onslaught.

The orcs, unlike any he'd encountered before, were a terrifying sight. Their uniforms, a stark contrast to the chaotic appearance of typical orcish warbands, were surprisingly uniform – dark, greyscale armor adorned with crude but effective symbols.

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