Blood Elf Monarch

Tristan was quite surprised when he heard that Ghral wanted to take his place in the fight. Even though the augmentation he received had indeed made him strong, he was doubtful Ghral would be able to win against 6 Orc Warchiefs at the same time. He looked intently at his newest warchief, and saw the latter seemed to be in such a frenzy for a fight.

In the end, Tristan decided to follow what his gut feeling told him and allow Ghral to take the stead. He swiftly stepped backwards, intending to enjoy the unfolding show.

"Groowlll!!" Ghral growled loudly as his eyes fixed at the opponents before him. 

"I am Ghral! You all have to defeat me before facing my Chief!"

Ghral\'s unexpected provocation caused the situation to turn exciting for Tristan and the rest of the orcs who were spectating. The six Orc Warchiefs, who were previously not sure about their decision to face Tristan, now they had someone else to direct their anger to. 

They all started laughing simultaneously at Ghral once again, for not knowing the limit of his own strength.

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Bombarded with the mocking laughter, Ghral remained silent and only picked up Scarr\'s hammer that was lying on the ground as he walked toward the center of the settlement where all six Orc Warchiefs were. Seeing Ghral approach, they also started to move and surround him.

Immediately, without even caring if Ghral was ready or not, one warchief charged at him brandishing his blade. In response, Ghral skillfully positioned his body and grabbed the dull part of the blade with his hand before throwing the said warchief barrelling toward another who tried to attack from behind.

Then, he swung the hammer in his hand into a big circle, parrying the other two who followed behind the first warchief who charged.

Cracckkk!! Loud sound was heard in the air as the hammer smash successfully broke the two orcs\' saber into pieces. In an instant, two Orc Warchiefs lost their weapons of attack.

The two orcs, which were slammed onto each other by Ghral, quickly got onto their feet. They appeared to be completely unhurt, except for their pride. 

One of them screamed his battle cry as he jumped at Ghral. Unfortunately for him, Ghral was prepared and a step ahead as he swung the hammer in his hand and sent the orc flying through the air again.

Another warchief lunged at him and managed to pierce a spear into his back. The orc looked very elated when he saw blood spilled on Ghral\'s body, but his smirk quickly disappeared when he saw a fist enlarging in his vision.

He was successfully beaten by Ghral\'s counterpunch that sent him straight to the ground and even took a few of his teeth out. The loose teeth landed on the ground and were free to see by everyone on the scene.

Seeing the strength Ghral displayed, the six Orc Warchiefs no longer laughed and decided to attack him together.

BAM!! BAMM!!

Ghral\'s hammer managed to land on one of them, making his body fall as well as heavily injuring him. However, two other warchiefs leaped to his behind and locked both Ghral\'s arms, holding him from moving away. In the meantime, one warchief was seen advancing, wanting to land the critical blow.

This made Tristan agitated, but he could see that Ghral was still not giving up despite the precarious situation he was in. Therefore, he decided to not make a move, yet.

Unexpected by his opponents, Ghral managed to dodge the spear that was aimed at his heart by shifting his body, and it only ended up piercing through his shoulder. Even so, the pain caused by the stab forced him to let go of the hammer he held.

The other warchief dashed in, ready to cut Ghral with the saber in his hand. Looking at the situation, this would probably become the end of Ghral. However, Ghral roared with all the power he had and threw the two on his back to the front, making them slash the saber toward one of them instead.

The fight turned into a full-on, head-on brawl as Ghral started to send combos of punches and kicks to the six Orc Warchiefs. He didn\'t care who he attacked and kept sending attacks ferociously. As long as they were near, they would receive either kick or punch to their body.

Unfortunately, orcs were known as creatures with the most tenacity, so even with their body smashed with several broken bones or pierced by weapons, they would still continue fighting till the last drop of blood.

Some time later, Ghral finally looked like he started to lose his strength as more of those warchiefs held him down and threw multiple hits on him, but none were critical. It seemed now that Ghral was under their hands, they wanted to take their time to savor the taste of victory.

At what seemed to be the end of him, Ghral\'s eyes turned to Tristan and he screamed another warcry before his body suddenly began to tremble and change.

"Arggghhh!!! Uurrggh!!"

Following the changes, Ghral discovered a new strength, a breakthrough that gave the needed power to break off the warchiefs who held him down. As a loud roar echoed across the settlement, the four warchiefs holding Ghral down were sent flying backwards.

His muscles got progressively enlarging and his skin actually turned brownish, making him look like a large-sized human. There was also a unique-looking marking appearing on his neck and bare chest.

The other two warchiefs who were just a step in front of him were quickly grabbed by Ghral\'s monstrous arm, and the two quickly discovered themselves getting slammed into each other.

Crack! Sounds of bones cracking were heard as the two warchiefs fell sluggishly to the ground after Ghral let go his grip on them.

The other warchies who were about to jump in again immediately stopped in their tracks. They all looked at Ghral with apparent disbelief on their faces.

At this time, suddenly, Guldan the High Orc Warchief exclaimed in incredulity as he was also shocked by what he saw. "An Orc Overlord!"

Overlord, was the next and final known evolution of the orcs. This knowledge was being genetically imprinted into their mind, hence the reason they knew despite the fact they never saw an Orc Overlord before. In their eyes, Overlord was the final journey into the orc\'s perfection.

All the remaining, still standing warchiefs quickly took several steps back as they were unwilling to continue fighting against such existence. The mere presence of an Orc Overlord itself brought chills down into their very being.

On the other hand, subsequent to Ghral\'s roar, all hundreds of orcs started to chant his name loudly. "Ghral!! Ghral!! Ghral!"

Tristan himself was looking at Ghral with same disbelief the others showed at their faces. He didn\'t even imagine that Ghral was able to evolve during the fight.

Done with his transformation, Ghral shouted a battle cry one more time as he stared at the retreating Orc Warchiefs. The intense gaze he shot was asking them for another round of fight.

Unfortunately, the four remaining warchiefs decided to drop their weapons and put their hands on their chests. All the others, among them Gundal and Scarr, also followed suit.

"Ghral! Ghral! Ghral!"

The sweating, completely bloodied Ghral shouted to the hordes, and immediately, they all became silent. They all waited for Ghral to talk, but the Overlord was seen turning his body around and bowed at the white-haired elf.

Afterwards, he turned to the hordes and shouted, "Orcs of the Chaotic Plains, that is your chief and master. Follow him!"

It was at this time that Tristan stepped forward, catching the gazes of everyone. 

"Orcs of the Chaotic Plains!!! The blood warriors have come today, ready for battle. But battles among ourselves was not something that I wished for! If glory and honor are what you all are looking for, join me and I will give you the war and glory you have never seen before!"

Ghral immediately followed with another cry, and the orcs quickly started chanting Tristan\'s name, the name Golug! As soon as Karra and Ghral knelt before him, the others also swiftly went to their knees.

"Golug! Golug! Golug!"

With the help of Ghral, Tristan had totally dominated all the warchiefs that had gathered here. Guldan, the High Orc Warchief, even Scarr, the most respected Orc Warchief among them. 

The two walked and arrived in front of Tristan before giving him their respects by putting their hand on their chests and bowing. When the others saw the two leaders submit toward their new leader, they immediately followed suit.

For a few days, Tristan continued to send orc groups throughout all of the Chaotic Plains to make sure all the tribes knew his existence and submitted to the Blood Warrior Tribe. Eventually, the entire Chaotic Plains fell under his control within a week.

Right now, Tristan was facing the two dozen Orc Warchiefs standing before him. They were all waiting for their orders, for the next move he wanted to do.

Seeing that Tristan was silent ever since they entered, Guldan, the High Orc Warchief, asked, "Chief, can you please tell us your plan? Are we going to attack the barbarians in the east? Those Asgradian have killed many of our kin!"

Tristan turned his gaze at him and calmly replied, "Yes, we will eventually. But for now, you all will follow me to the west, we will be facing the Arcadian first!"

Hearing this, Guldan, Serene and Herrera became shocked, while the other Orcs were all just excited.

"Chiwwikk!!!"