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[After the 10 day protection period ends, a beast tide will occur at the lord's territory. Fortifications are recommended. The weak shall be weeded out. Only the strong and worthy shall survive. Best wishes to all the lords]
The global chat erupted at the sudden notification.
[Global Chat]
[Lord_Larry]: "What the hell is a beast tide? Anyone know what we're up against??"
[Queen_Ravyn]: "It's probably some wave-based attack, like in tower defense games. We're going to get swarmed. Better start building defenses."
[IronFist_Krol]: "You think orcs are afraid of some beasts? Let them come. My warriors will crush anything that dares approach."
[Silverlight]: "Easy for you to say. What about us? My city's still barely built!"
[Stormbringer]: "Same here. Got a wooden palisade and a couple of spearmen... we're not ready for this. 😟"
[BloodTalon]: "If it's anything like the other events, we're talking about waves of monsters... if you don't survive, you're probably going to lose everything."
[Shadowblade]: "Just stay calm. Build traps. Use the terrain to your advantage. Anyone with strong fighters near me, let's form alliances and combine forces."
[Ogrelord]: "Ogres are ready. We'll hold. Weaklings might as well start digging graves."
[Mystic_Sage]: "Has anyone gotten info on what type of beasts we're facing? I heard someone mention wyverns earlier. Please tell me that's not true."
[Blade_Dancer]: "Wyverns? Seriously? I've only got a few archers and some militia. There's no way we can handle that."
[Lord_Larry]: "If this is random, some might get easy monsters while others face nightmare creatures... that could wreck a lot of people. I'll trade resources for soldiers if anyone's interested."
[Queen_Ravyn]: "I'm building stone walls now. Everyone who can should do the same. Don't rely on wooden barricades."
[FlameWarden]: "I don't even have stone. I'm screwed, aren't I?"
[Tuskbreaker]: "Just tame the beasts when they come. They're better in your army than dead."
[Shadowblade]: "Yeah, sure. You go ahead and try taming a wyvern when it's breathing fire at you. 🤨"
[IronFist_Krol]: "Wyvern or no, I'll make a trophy out of it."
[Silverlight]: "Wait... did anyone else get the warning about the timing? It says 'after the10 day protection period.' That means only 4 days of prep time That's not enough time to prepare!"
[Stormbringer]: "Guess that's the challenge. Survive or die."
[Queen_Ravyn]: "It's not impossible. Focus on traps, barricades, and use your strongest units. I think we'll get through it."
[BloodTalon]: "I'd say good luck, but we'll need more than luck. Everyone better be ready
...
Liam was not that worried to be honest. He had confidence in his High grade hero that he will be able to hold out. He had a slight advantage over the others in that matter.
But better be safe than sorry. He called his workers and tasked them to surround their camp with strong wooden walls and reinforce with stone if possible.
The workers immediately started working and the stone wall was complete within 3 days.
He had also been training his troops vigorously and hunting actively thus promoting all of them to grade(4).
He had also traded for some weapons and had the warriors equip them
He himself had reached level 22 and was comparable to his orc warriors.
The day of the monster raid finally arrived. The sky darkened, and a chilling wind swept across the desert.
The barrier that was protecting him all this time finally disappeared.
In the distance, Liam could see a horde of creatures approaching, their forms silhouetted against the setting sun.
The monsters were all low leveled but were great in numbers.
Liam gathered his troops, his heart pounding with anticipation and fear. This was the moment of truth. They were about to face their greatest challenge yet.
[Survive for 6 hours or defeat the tide]
[Wave 1/5]
As the monsters closed in, Liam raised his Axe, "For glory! For honor! For our home!" he shouted, his voice carried by the wind.
With a roar, his orcs charged into battle, their weapons clashing against the monstrous horde.
The roar of orcs and the beasts echoed across the desert.
Beasts came in wave after wave. Their numbers greater than the previous
The battle raged for hours, the desert sands stained with blood and littered with the fallen. But Liam and his orcs fought with a ferocity that matched their enemies.
70% of the monster were only at most D grade with some C thrown in the mix.
The final wave was only 1 beast. A Dunewyrm. An A grade beast. Liam Ordered his warriors to support while Grothar fought with the Beast.
The battle raged on for an hour with Grothar finally emerging victorious.
Grothar sitting atop a mountain of beast corpse, his body stained red with blood was a sight that would strike fear into the hearts of many.
But Liam stood there. His eyes filled with pride.
In the end, they emerged victorious, the monsters scattered and defeated. Liam stood amidst the carnage, his breath ragged, his body aching. But his eyes were filled with pride.
None of the warriors had received any major injuries and but scratches and bites were all over their body.
After the fierce battle, Liam and his troops retreated to their camp, their bodies weary but their spirits high.
He ordered his Workers to take all the beast corpses inside the camp.
He won't be lacking food for a while.
A celebration ensued, a feast filled with laughter and camaraderie. The orcs feasted on the meat of the fallen monsters, their faces smeared with blood and grease. Liam joined them, sharing in their joy and relief.
Exhausted, Liam eventually retired to his room. The day's events had taken a toll on him, both physically and emotionally.
As he lay down on his bed, his mind replayed the battles of the day. The fear, the adrenaline, the camaraderie – it was all a blur.
He had gained much in this battle. 5 levels, the beast corpse and the incoming rewards. He was now level 27. (22 levels were gained by hunting beasts when his shield was active.)
With a sigh, Liam closed his eyes, drifting off into a much-needed sleep.
Liam's eyes fluttered open. He stretched, his muscles sore from the previous day's battle.
Tons of notification appeared on his screen, a stark reminder of the events that had transpired. He and his troops had slain 246 beasts, securing a respectable 23rd place among all the lords.
A wave of excitement washed over him. The rewards were substantial: 3 professional summon tokens, 15 worker summons, 10 warrior summon tokens, a blue-grade hero summon token, and blueprints for a green-grade armor set and weapon.
Liam couldn't help but smile. This was a significant victory.
He opened the rewards. The professional summons would allow him to hire skilled individuals to manage his settlement.
The worker and warrior summons would bolster his forces, while the hero summon promised a powerful addition to his ranks.
The blueprints for the blue-grade armor set and weapon were particularly exciting. These items would significantly enhance the combat capabilities of his troops.
He summoned Grothar, his eyes filled with excitement. "We have much to do today," he said. "I believe some more orcs might be joining our ranks soon. Make preparations to accommodate them"
Grothar nodded, his face etched with the same determination. "As you command, Chief."
As Grothar left Liam stretched a little and went outside for some fresh air.
Outside A small mountain of beast corpses was piled up. Liam approached the corpses and touched them.
[Dismantle]
Liam dismantles the corpses.
[5000 meat. 600 leather. 700 beast tooth. 700 Beast scale. 200 Mana essence. 20 Blood essence. 50 Beast essence. 10 warrior essence. 30 Undead essence obtained]
He now had a surplus of Beast loot.
Liam wanted to check the situation of the other Lords and opened the global chat
[Global chat]
[Lord_Larry]: "We made it through… barely. Lost half my troops, but we held the line. Anyone else survive?"
[Queen_Ravyn]: "My walls are in ruins, but I'm still standing. The wyverns were no joke. Had to sacrifice a lot of soldiers to bring them down."
[IronFist_Krol]: "Hah! Told you all the orcs would survive. Those beasts fell like wheat before a scythe. I have also got a Purple(2) grade hero. Glory to the orcs!. I might even be the main character here"
[Silverlight]: "Lost too many. My archers couldn't handle the flying creatures. If I don't rebuild soon, I'm done for next time."
[Stormbringer]: "Wyverns?? I had to deal with giant scorpions and dune spiders. Barely managed to fend them off with my militia. My settlement's in shambles."
[BloodTalon]: "I was attacked by a shit load of human. It seems like the aggressor is decided on the basis of you affiliated race. I think they might be starting a crusade or something against my vampires "
[FlameWarden]: "I didn't get wyverns, but those Dunewyrms? Impossible. My defenses barely slowed it down, and it crushed everything in its path. Only survived by sheer luck."
[Mystic_Sage]: "The Dunewyrm came for me too. My spells slowed it down enough for my troops to strike, but we lost so much. Need time to rebuild…"
The Chat was bustling with activity. Many familiar names were recounting their experiences with the beast tide.
But it seemed like a large chunk of low level players were wiped out in the beast tide. The number of lords in the bottom corner of the chat panel had significantly reduced.
It seemed like this world was not for the weak.
Liam closed the chat and decided to summon the units.
The tokens vanished into thin air and a timer of 10 minutes started on his panel.
After 10 minutes Grothar came and informed Liam that a group of orcs had arrived and were asking to meet him.
Liam stepped out of his tent, Grothar walking by his side. In the distance, he could see the new group of orcs approaching.
Their leader was an imposing figure, towering over the rest with a hulking physique and armor that bore the scars of countless battles.
But what caught Liam's eye the most was the massive, wolf walking beside him—its fur gleaming under the desert sun, eyes sharp and alert.
The orc leader, flanked by his warriors, approached and, to Liam's surprise, knelt before him, his head bowed in respect. The other orcs followed suit, dropping to one knee in unison.
"My lord," the orc leader rumbled, his voice deep and commanding, "I am Rorgash, former commander of the royal Beast riders, now loyal to you. We come seeking refuge, for we have been hunted from our homeland."
Liam raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Hunted? By whom?"
Rorgash clenched his fists, a look of anger flashing across his face. "Our kingdom is in turmoil.
The Great Orc Kingdom is fractured, torn apart by civil war. The Warlords fight for the throne, and those loyal to the old ways are being purged. My people and I were forced to flee to avoid slaughter."
He looked up at Liam, his fierce eyes softening with something akin to hope. "For many days, we wandered the desert, unsure of our fate. But then, the gods sent us a sign."
"A vision came to me in a dream, guiding us to you, the one who would lead us to glory."
Liam paused, processing the gravity of the situation. Orcs fleeing from a civil war, guided by a divine vision to his doorstep? It was a lot to take in, but the opportunity was clear.
"Your loyalty is noted, Rorgash," Liam said finally, stepping forward. "But understand this—while I accept your allegiance, I am no weak lord. Those who follow me must fight with the same ferocity as they did for their own tribes."
Rorgash looked up, a determined fire in his eyes. "We do not swear lightly, my lord. The Crimson Claw warriors will fight with you until Death or Victory."
"And the wolf?" Liam nodded toward the massive beast that sat obediently by Rorgash's side, its yellow eyes gleaming with intelligence.
"This is Skarn, a dire wolf. He fought beside me for many years, and he too will serve you, my lord."
Liam nodded in approval, sensing the strength and bond between the orc and his beast. "Then rise, Commander Rorgash. Prepare your warriors and join us. We have much to do."
Rorgash stood, a wide grin spreading across his face. "As you command, Chief."
[Race: Orc]
[Name: Rorgash]
[Title: Former Warlord of the Crimson Claw Tribe, Beastmaster]
[Class: Beastmaster]
[Grade: Blue (6)]
[Loyalty: 95]
[Constitution: 54]
[Dexterity: 67]
[Intelligence: 40]
[Charisma: 48]
Skills:
[Beast Bond: Rorgash can form a deep connection with beasts, increasing their combat capabilities and loyalty.]
[Pack Leader: Boosts the effectiveness and coordination of allied beasts in combat, granting them increased attack speed and strength.]
[Dire Command: Allows Rorgash to issue tactical commands to beast allies, enhancing their combat effectiveness and granting temporary buffs like defense or speed.]
[Savage Strike: Delivers a powerful attack that deals additional damage based on Rorgash's bond with his beast companion.]
[Call of the Wild: Summons nearby wildlife to Rorgash's aid during battle, calling forth creatures like wolves or lesser beasts to support him.]
[Pack Hunt: Rorgash and his beasts focus on a single target, increasing their damage and reducing the target's chance to escape.]
[Beast Tamer: Increases the likelihood of taming wild beasts. Tamed beasts gain loyalty faster and perform better under Rorgash's leadership.]
[Aura of Dominance: Rorgash's presence intimidates nearby enemies, reducing their combat effectiveness, while boosting the morale of allied beasts.]
Equipment:
[Warlord's Beast Collar: An enchanted collar that enhances the control and bond between Rorgash and his beast companions.]
[Crimson Fang Blade: A finely crafted sword, etched with runes that increase its sharpness and the damage dealt to beast-like enemies.]
[Savage Mantle: Armor made from the hide of a dire beast, providing both physical protection and an aura that bolsters the strength of nearby beasts.]
[Background: Rorgash]
Rorgash was once a feared Warlord of the Crimson Claw Tribe, renowned for his mastery over beasts and his leadership in battle. After escaping the civil war that tore apart his homeland, he now seeks new purpose and a strong leader to follow.
[Orc warrior(grade 3)] x 10
[Orc workers]x 15
[Orc Blacksmith] x 2
[Beast Handler] x 1
Liam was extremely happy with his gains. 2 blacksmiths should be enough to process the ores he had .
And the beast handler would be a great support as he could tame wild beast and also boost the growth and take care of domestic livestock beast
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The other orcs followed suit, standing tall, their fatigue seeming to melt away in the presence of a leader they believed in. Liam couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
He had not only survived the beast tide but had now gained a powerful new ally in his quest for dominance.
As Rorgash and his warriors moved to settle in, Liam felt the weight of his growing responsibilities. With more orcs arriving, his power would soon expand, but it also meant he'd need to continue proving his worth.
The vision, though, intrigued him. Were the gods truly watching over him, or was there something more sinister at play? For now, it didn't matter. He had allies, he had land, and soon he would have an army.
"Grothar," Liam called out, turning to his loyal orc.
"Yes, Chief?"
"Make sure Rorgash and his people have everything they need. Food, weapons, and shelter. I want them fully integrated into our ranks by sunset."
"It will be done."
Liam watched as Grothar left to handle the new arrivals. Things were moving quickly, but that was the nature of this world.
With each day, new challenges—and new opportunities—presented themselves. If Liam was to rise to power, he'd need to be ready for both.
A breeze swept through the oasis, carrying the scent of fresh water and sand. For now, all was calm, but Liam knew that more battles lay ahead.
And this time, he was more than ready for them.