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 orcish tide, a churning mass of muscular flesh and crude weaponry, recoiled. For two hours, they had pressed against the Threian lines, a relentless wave of brutality.

Broken spears littered the ground, mingling with the bodies of both orcs and Threian soldiers. The air hung thick with the coppery tang of blood, the stench of sweat and decay, punctuated by the occasional guttural orcish roar or the pained cry of a dying man. Then, the Third Spear Cavalry arrived.

Their charge, a disciplined wedge of iron and muscle, cleaved through the orcish ranks. Long spears, tipped with wickedly sharp Threian iron, found purchase in the softer flesh of the orcs.

The cavalry cut a swathe through the disorganized orcish formation, scattering them like chaff before a gale. Orcs fell from where they stood, their bodies trampled under the hooves of warhorses. Those who attempted to flee were cut down by pursuing cavalrymen, their screams swallowed by the chaos of battle.

Chapter 495