Can't believe I am soo lucky[Reworked]

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Explaining the grading system here

Troops - grade 8>7>6 5>4>3>2>1

Heroes - Gold>Orange>Purple>Blue>Green>White (each rank have 1-8 divisions in the same order as troops)

Buildings/equipment - Color grading for Equipment only. and 1-8 grading for buildings.

Monsters - S>A>B>C>D>E

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Liam had been walking for two days straight. Two. Freaking. Days.

His feet were killing him, the sun was a nightmare, and the desert was just an endless stretch of "nothing."

But, on the bright side, his Beginner Shield was way more than just a pretty little force field.

Every monster that had come at him, from tiny sand scorpions to massive wolf-like creatures, had been blasted to bits by their own attacks.

Liam barely had to lift a finger—his shield would reflect everything with double the force.

It was like walking around with a personal bounce-back machine of doom.

Honestly, he had almost stopped flinching when something lunged at him. The shield had his back every time.

He wasn't some martial arts expert, but with this thing? He felt unstoppable.

But now, as the sun started dipping below the horizon, something caught his eye in the distance.

A full-on brawl was happening. Squinting, he could just make out a giant figure swinging a massive axe.

Closer now, Liam saw a huge orc, looking like a beast, going toe-to-toe with four drakes—yep, actual drakes.

Two of the beasts were already down, their lifeless bodies crumpled in the sand, but the other two were circling the orc like predators waiting to pounce.

Liam blinked. Drakes? Seriously? He remembered them from the guide shoved into his brain—B-ranked monsters that could rip someone apart

if you weren't careful. And this orc was going toe-to-toe with four of them.

The orc roared and swung his war axe like a man possessed, taking out the third drake with a savage blow.

But it was clear he was running on fumes—his green skin was slashed open, blood dripping from deep wounds.

He struggled to keep his weapon up, his movements slowing down with every second.

The last drake, the biggest of the bunch, crouched low, ready to strike. Flames flickered at the corners of its mouth.

Liam's heart raced. That orc? Yeah, he wasn't going to last much longer. The drake was about to turn him into orc-flavored barbecue.

Liam hesitated. Should he jump in? His brain screamed, "NOPE, this isn't your fight!"

But something about the orc made him pause. If he helped, maybe he'd gain an ally. An orc ally sounded way better than wandering alone in the desert.

"Alright, screw it," Liam muttered, gripping his Warlord's Axe and sprinting forward.

The drake reared back, flames flickering hotter, preparing to incinerate the orc. Without thinking, Liam threw himself between them, raising his hands like a doofus, praying that his Beginner Shield would do its thing.

And oh, it did.

The drake unleashed a massive burst of fire, but Liam's shield absorbed the flames like they were nothing, reflecting them right back.

The drake didn't even see it coming. The fire blasted into its own face, its screech cutting through the air as it writhed and burned, before collapsing in a charred heap.

Liam stood there, still processing what had just happened. His heart pounded in his chest, but the air around him felt... electric.

Was it adrenaline? Or maybe just disbelief that he wasn't the one crispy and dead right now?

The orc, wounded and breathing heavily, looked at Liam, eyes wide with something close to awe.

Then, something totally unexpected happened—the giant warrior knelt. His axe hit the ground, and he bowed, like Liam was some kind of big deal.

The orc struggled to speak, his voice deep and ragged. "I am Grothar, Son of Gorruk. You saved my life, mighty chief... and for that, I owe you everything."

"Uh…what?" Liam blinked. Chief? Hold on, what?

Grothar pointed to the Warlord's Axe in Liam's hand. "That axe... It is the weapon of our ancestors. Only those destined to lead our tribes can wield it."

Liam stared down at the axe, still processing what was happening. Was this some kind of leadership glitch? But before he could say anything, Grothar went on.

"You carry the markings of one blessed by our god. You are no ordinary human. I swear my allegiance to you, Chief. From now on, I, Grothar of the Ironblood Tribe, am yours to command."

Liam blinked again, totally unsure how he had gone from "guy walking in the desert" to "orc chief."

But he wasn't about to argue with a giant, battle-scarred warrior who clearly knew his way around an axe.

Plus, an orc bodyguard? Yeah, he could get used to that.

As he was giving him the potion to heal himself a notification popped up in his vision.

[Orc Grothar has submitted to you. Do you accept his allegiance?]

Still a bit shell-shocked, Liam just muttered, "Uh, yes?"

[Allegiance confirmed.]

Suddenly, Grothar's stats appeared before him, and Liam's jaw nearly hit the sand.

[Race: Orc]

[Name: Grothar]

[Title: Hero of the Ironblood Tribe, Warlord, Giant slayer]

[Race: Orc]

[Class: Berserker]

[Grade: Purple (8)]

[Loyalty: 95]

[Constitution: 82]

[Dexterity : 60]

[Intelligence: 36]

[Charisma: 50]

Skills:

[Iron Will: Resilience in battle, reducing damage from mental and physical stress.]

[Warrior's Fury: Increases attack power when fighting multiple foes.]

[Beserk: Enters a frenzied state drastically increasing strength and constitution for a short amount of time]

[Battlefield Command: Provides strategic bonuses to allied troops, improving their coordination and effectiveness in combat. This skill enhances the overall combat capabilities of Grothar's forces.]

[Bloodthirsty Strike: Each successful hit in combat increases Grothar's attack speed and damage output (by 0.25%) for a short duration. The more he fights, the fiercer he becomes.( stacks upto 100 times)]

[War Cry: Emits a powerful shout that boosts the morale of allied troops, increasing their attack power and resistance to fear effects. It also demoralizes enemies, reducing their effectiveness in battle.]

[Fortitude of the Strong: Increases Grothar's resistance to status effects such as poison, stun, and fear, making him more resilient in prolonged engagements.]

[Warmonger: Gains bonus attack when fighting alongside other orcs]

Equipment:

[Bloodfury Battle Gear: Armor forged for resilience in the harshest conditions.]

[Blood War axe: A formidable weapon with ancient runes that boost strength and endurance.]

[Background: Grothar is a seasoned warrior of the Ironblood Tribe, son of the chief of the tribe known for his combat prowess and leadership. He had ventured out for his rank advancement, roaming around the great desert in search of a worthy opponent. ]

"Holy shi*" Liam muttered to himself. This unit of an orc was a walking battle machine. Liam was internally jumping in happiness as he could not contain his excitement. A deserving peak purple grade he thought.

Grothar rose to his full height, towering over Liam. "With your strength and leadership, Chief, we will carve out a kingdom worthy of the orcs. The desert will be ours."

Liam, still feeling like he was dreaming, gave a confident nod. "Yeah, let's... do that."

With the oasis just ahead, they could start building, and with Grothar by his side, Liam's vision of survival was suddenly much larger.

It was no longer just about surviving—it was about conquering.