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 Threian salvage operation proceeded under the constant threat of disturbing an Owlbear's slumber. Workers, clad in their simple armor and the soldiers, silently butchered the carcasses of Laughing Wolves – their fur, already stained crimson, now slick with newly spilled blood. They worked with grim efficiency, their movements precise and economical. A low hum of activity, punctuated by the rhythmic *thunk* of cleavers against bone, filled the air.

Suddenly, a tremor ran through the ground. It wasn't the Owlbear stirring; this was different, sharper, more predatory. From the shadows between the fallen trees erupted a Dargan. Its massive form – a feline silhouette, larger than any horse, with the unmistakable saber-tooth canines of a prehistoric predator – burst into the clearing. Thick, leathery hide, covered in dried blood.

"Dargan!" a Threian soldier yelled, his voice hoarse and cutting through the sudden silence. The warning was too late for several workers.

Chapter 502