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

The air hung thick with the stench of blood and burnt flesh. Deramis, his face streaked with grime and sweat, urged the remaining Threian Marksmen onward. Their lighter gear, a boon now, allowed them a relative speed that their infantry comrades, weighed down by armour, could not match.

The screams of the fallen echoed behind them, a chilling symphony of agony swallowed by the rustling leaves. He glanced back, seeing the last of his infantry, their heavy plate armour useless against the brutal efficiency of the orcish blades, collapsing under the relentless onslaught.

"Faster!" Deramis rasped, his voice hoarse from shouting. He risked another glance. The relentless pursuit was thinning, but not stopping. The orcs, a tide of muscles and snarling teeth, pressed relentlessly. Their guttural war cries were a constant, terrifying backdrop to their flight.

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