Blood Elf Monarch

Finally, the warchiefs that had been rejecting him before had decided to join him.

It looked like the only thing that was actually more important than honor in their eyes was strength, pure unmatched strength that allowed one to steamroll through every opposition.

Tristan's ability to strengthen an orc had been proven through the living example of Ghral, and apparently, this quickly made the other Orc Warchiefs and Champions fall into confusion. They were not sure how they should approach the new reality he had imposed upon them.

Seeing the strongest among them being defeated, they all felt concerned. Some even turned afraid and paranoia, while the aggressive ones became enraged by the situation.

"Sorcery! Ghral has dishonored us all with Sorcery!" shouted Longbeard with all the strength he had, as if he was afraid his voice wasn't heard in the midst of the confusion. 

It appears this particular orc always tried to find a way to stir the mass in favor of him.

Hearing such outrageous words, it was Ghral's turn to become enraged..

"GuK Tar! Long beard! How dare you!? Fight with me! I challenge you!!"

Though orcs were known to have limited intelligence, but as one of the warchiefs, Longbeard knew about not accepting duels that were obviously unfavorable to him. Even so, he couldn't just straightforwardly refuse the other party's challenge.

Therefore, to not appear as a coward, he started shouting how the Blood Warrior Tribe was afraid of a real battle, how the grey creatures were not real warriors and could not be compared to them, which in his opinion were the real warrior orcs.

To put it simply, he wanted to provoke the others who were still hesitant about the situation.

"Let us fight on a real battle!!' shout Longbeard confidently

While he was shouting, sending out his thought-provoking sentences, a commotion suddenly occurred.

DUM!! DUM!! DUM!!

Loud, sonorous beats of drums were heard in the air, this time much louder and they were coming from both sides of the walls.

"Chiwiikkk!! Blood Warrior Tribe has come!! Chiwikkk!!"

From three directions, north, south, and west, three legions with 1,000 Uruks each appeared at the outskirts of the settlement. The drums, the marches, the demeanor; they were ready to battle!

It was as if Longbeard's wish for suddenly being granted, and when the Uruk has come suddenly longbeard turn much quieter than before.

On the other hand, the development of the situation made Karra worry, and all the champions within the settlement quickly readied themself to fight in response to the troops outside.

"Chief, I will hold them all so you should retreat! One Ear, you go and protect the Chief. The others stay with me!"

"Lok! Regar! We are ready!" shouted the Blood Warrior Tribe's champions in unison. 

The expression seen on their faces clearly showed they were not afraid even though they were surrounded by dozens of Orc Warchief and 50 Orc Champions together with hundreds of grunts not counting the thousands outside of the gate

Even though the situation gradually grew out of control due to the appearance of the three legions, Tristan still appeared calm. He raised his hand to the air and Karra who saw it quickly stopped, ready for any order that was possibly given by her chief.

Under the gazes of everyone, Tristan walked to the center. He was very calm, not even the slightest hint of fear detected on his face; all because he was ready to decimate all that opposed him.

"I am the chief of the Blood Warrior Tribe! I heard that you, greenskin, were honorable! Hasn't my champion here already proven enough?! All I am asking is that you warrior to hear me out!"

Long Beard interrupted him and spat saliva to his feet. "Cih! I will not hear a word from a puny elf!"

The audacity and disrespect Long Beard showed to him certainly made Tristan angry. Suffice to say, he quickly cast [Blood Synthesis], creating ropes out of blood. The ropes that were numbered in half a dozen immediately flew toward the orc.

Caught unprepared, Long Beard quickly found himself bound in all his limbs, waist and neck by the blood-synthesized ropes. He tried to break free from the bindings by pure strength, but his attempts were only for naught.

Realizing his efforts were in vain, Long Beard quickly ordered the Orc Champions under him to swing their ax at the blood ropes. Unfortunately, it didn't matter how many times and strong they sent their axes down, the blood-synthesized ropes were still intact. There wasn't even a bit of scratch on them.

On the other hand, Tristan watched and let them try their chances to free their chief with a grin on his face. 

After seeing the despair on their faces, he finally pulled the ropes, sending Long Beard to the ground and dragging him until he lay beneath his feet.

"I'm not a sorcerer," said Tristan as he looked directly at Long Beard's horrified eyes. "I am the Blood Monarch and no one shall insult me!"

Tristan used the ropes to raise Long Beard high into the air and started tightening the bindings, making the large, green-colored chief scream in pain. A few of the latter's champions charged at him because of his actions.

Karra and the others were about to charge themself when they were stopped by Tristan's raised hand. Understanding their chief's intention, Karra ordered her champions to back down and watch the brutality that was about to happen.

Looking at the incoming champions, Tristan stood calmly where he was. The moment they arrived within his reach, however, they were immediately greeted with a fist to the face.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

One after another, the figures of the Orc Champion flew through the air as Tristan sent them back faster than they had come with only one punch each. Before more started making trouble, he decided to tighten the ropes once again, and immediately,

"Craccckk!!"

Crisp sound of bone breaking could be heard in the air, stopping the champions that were about to save their chief again. Disbelief was seen on their faces as they looked at Tristan as if he was a demon.

It was a sound rarely to be heard by orcs, even more so from a warchief, as orcs' skin and muscle were known to be harder than stone itself. Their bodies subconsciously shuddered when they recalled how easy those delicate-looking ropes break their chief's bones.

While the orcs were not sure on what they should do, Tristan did not hesitate any longer because he knew Long Beard was the problem's root. He immediately used his whole strength to tighten the ropes and crush the other party.

Splat!!!

Blood splattered across the ground as Long Beard's crushed, nearly unidentifiable body fell down lifelessly.

As expected, Long Beard's death angered some of them as he could see several champions become restless. Even so, Tristan was not worried. After all, he only wanted the ones that fully submitted to him and he won't accept any rebellion. Therefore it's better to flushed these future problems right now.

Therefore, he turned facing all the war chiefs that surrounded him, and shouted!

"I will accept all warchiefs who disagree to fight me! All at once! I will accept any number!"

The brazen words spoken by Tristan made them hesitate instead of provoking. Well, it was to be expected; they had seen what he did to Long Beard.

Realizing what these champions and warchiefs were thinking, Tristan added on, 

"If that's isn't enough? Alright! I will not use weapons nor magic!" He then starts to provoke them further by pointing at each of them. "Now! Which chief dares to fight me?!" His eyes scanned around, and a mocking smirk suddenly appeared on his lips. 

"Or, is there no one brave enough in here? Can you really call yourself a warrior?"

Thanks to the rich insult Tristan added to his challenge, the rage these orcs had subsided the fear they felt.

One, two, three... one after another, Orc Warchief started to step forward and stood before Tristan. In the end, there were six of them. One of these six actually looked at Scarr, the strongest, clearly intending to ask the latter to join, but the strongest orc refused.

"No! I have lost, so I have no right in this matter anymore."

Tristan realized Scarr and the high orc war chief decided not to join the fight, he decided to ignore them and focus on the Orc Warchiefs standing in front of him.

"Six! Very good!"

This number should be enough to make Tristan sweat. He honestly thought he would be enjoying this upcoming fight. 

Immediately, Tristan took his cape off. He was about to prepare himself when a figure suddenly approached him. It was no other than Ghral.

He came to give his respect and said

"Chief, I sincerely beg you. Please let me fight in your stead!"

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Written by Avans, Published exclusively by NovelFull,