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

Dhug'mur, chieftain of the Rock Bear Tribe, raised his weapon, a deadly bloodied axe gleaming dully in the afternoon sun. His target: a pink-skinned human, who had gone toe to toe with him.

The axe whistled through the air, a deadly arc aimed at the human's head. But before the blade could find its mark, an unseen force slammed into Dhug'mur, throwing him back with bone-jarring impact.

He flew through the air, a bowling ball scattering pins, his body colliding with several orcs, sending them tumbling. He landed heavily, the wind knocked from his lungs.

A cascade of coughs rattled his chest. Dust and blood swirled around him. Several orcish warriors groaned and struggled to their feet, nursing wounds sustained in the chieftain's uncontrolled flight.

"You are still as careless as ever…" a voice, sharp and laced with reproof, cut through the sound of battle.

Deramis offered a dry, rattling laugh before slumping onto his back, unconscious.

Chapter 498