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 wind howled across the Orcish Lands, dry and sharp, carrying with it the scent of blood, sweat, and ash. The group led by Captain Wilfrid moved cautiously northward, staying close to what little vegetation the land offered...shrubs, patches of tall grass, a line of stunted trees struggling near a cracked creek bed. Each hooffall was measured, each breath controlled. Silence reigned between the riders, born not just of discipline but of the growing sense that something was terribly wrong.

They had covered half a day's distance since the last skirmish. The rescued survivors...Baldred and his three companions...rode slowly but steadily. They'd passed the worst of the injuries. Now came the slow dread of what lay ahead.

Wilfrid raised a hand and brought the column to a halt atop a low rise near the remains of an old hut, long abandoned and collapsed. His eyes scanned the horizon, narrowing.

Chapter 527