The great orc king

The journey to training

After all of the things that went on during the morning I was ecstatic at finally being able to do some training. 

Orcs under the age of 13 couldnt leave there tribes unless under certain situations, this was due to the need to learn to fight with different weapons and understand how to hunt warbeast or tame certain ones. The problem is that most orcs never payed much  attention during training, only coming to training to bash some faces in.

As I walked to the training room I met up with Arg and Nork, we began to stroll towards the training area for some combat training. When something unexpected happened. 

BANG. Nork had slammed to the groud. He was then spat on by the despicable orc that tripped him up and pushed him, causing him to fall face first. When I turned around I saw an orc 6ft tall laughing with 3 other orc alongside him, this orc was Gunug who enjoyed bullying gray orcs for being weaker than most orcs. 

When I saw my friend on the floor with black blood dripping down his body after it was slammed down onto a rock I couldn't contain my rage, my eyes had burst into flames as  spark flew out of them. My hatred for Gunug increased massively but I had to stay calm. I gradually leant down to go to pick up Nork, slowly turning towards Gunug. CRACK. Then with warning I  swung my fist with as much momentum as possible directly into Gunugs jaw, sending him a foot in the air. The sound of bones crunching echoing throughout the alley.

I leapt on him not giving him chance to recover, swinging my fists at his face with as much force as I could muster. This didn't last for long as 2 other orcs grabbed me these orc were blood and had increased strength due to it, when an orc first kills a warbeast or tames one they become blood and there bodies mature at a fast speed. 

These orcs were just weaker than a 1st order beast, I had no chance to overpower them. The first one was 6ft3 and the other was 6ft4 they grabbed me by my shoulders as the 3rd one that was on the side which was only 6ft1 compared to the other two, he began to swing at my stomach as hard as he possibly could.

As this happened blood started dripping from my fists and mouth, I spat the blood that came from my mouth at one of the two orcs holding me and luckily Arg came charging in not caring about the size difference at the same time as me spitting the other orc, he slammed the 6ft3 orc to the ground giving me chance to loosen my grip on the one I spat blood on. 

Bang. My foot slammed on the floor as I charged toward Arg putting my arms around the throat of the orc who managed to get ontop of Arg after he charged at the orc. The orc loosened his grip on Arg giving him time to kick the orc in the balls. Arg was about to continue fighting but I knew we couldn't beat Gunug and his three lackies, I grab Arg as he yelled what are you doing lets beat these puny orcs. I ignored Args complaining and run to Nork who managed to get up in time for me to grab him and throw him over my shoulder, as I ran I said to Gunug see you later Chiefs wimp of a son.

Once I got Arg and Nork out of there I dropped Nork, his body slamming to the floor. He was squirming around complaining about me grabbing him, Nork had slightly annoyed me as I was trying to help and he didn't make it any easier. 

My entire body was covered with cuts, bruises and lacerations from the powerful punches the orc had continuously hit me with. As I looked at the blood dripping down my fists from the punches i delivered to Gunug and mouth which was dripping with fire like blood I showed a difficult face, still too weak I said. I couldn't even beat blooded orc that were only 3 years older than me how am I going to become a captain of an orc gang in a horde.

The first goal Rogan had to do first though was to be able to join a greater horde, this was due to the greater opportunities a large horde had however that wasn't all he wanted to lead. He wasn't very good at following orders and tended to disobey a lot of them that his father gave him, not that he didn't respect his father and others, it was just he always thought he could find better ways of doing things. 

When Rogan was only 3 or 4 years old before his mother went missing a 1 or 2 after he used to listen to stories from his mother. His mother wasn't you normal orc she was a orc Chieftess of the warbeast Corp of a great horde called The Red Hounds. This horde devastated by 3 other races armies. This had been one of the greatest hordes the orc ever had and had over 30,000 orcs in it. 

This horde wasn't the largest as it had a high entry point but armies of human, lizardmen and beastmen stood no chance against them. These were the three armies that banded together to destroy this horde. The horde Rogans mother was part of had just defeated an army of humans over 200,000 strong with only losing 3,000 orcs and 400 warbeast. The biggest lost was one of the 3 6th order warbeasts they lost in the bloody war. This beast was a hellfire elemental warbeast with three giant wolf like heads and was over 15ft tall, this warbeast was my mother's personal warbeast called a hellfire Cerberus and died protecting my mother. 

This story of my mother fighting alongside these great warriors and amazing warbeasts against our blood feud enemies lit a fire within in me to fight. I wanted no I needed to lead to fight alongside my fellow orcs, I need the blood rushing through my body to be enraged by the fire that is a battle and join those enormous battle that were told by my mother.

When I eventually got out of my wimpy sulk about not being strong enough I began to move on to the training grounds alongside my companions. 

He finally arrived luckily his instructor wasn't there yet and wouldn't arrive for another few minutes. I looked around and see 20 or so orc already here normally there would be 24 in this training area bit not all had arrived. As I looked around I saw a female orc which was slightly older than me and was 12 years old not that it mattered much as orcs matured much faster than humans and other races, they normally were fully grown at 15 and latest was the volcanic orcs at 20. 

As I looked at her I could see she had green skin but it was much darker than the other orcs around her, she was a shadow orc. These orcs had much darker green skin and normally were slightly smaller than most orc but more agile. I looked at her almost glued to her, she had a hint of a immature body but you could tell that it wouldn't last. Her face was the most beautiful face id ever seen, it was rather round but had certain sharp features around the jaw. As I was staring at her gunug walked in with bloodied bandages all over his body.

I began to snigger along with my companions as he glared at us, then I stopped and looked away. My face went stern and I became serious, the instructor had walked in. The instruct was called Ulgar, he was once a warrior of a lesser known horde with only 800 orcs in it but he was a captain of a gang of 40 orcs, when you became a captain you were given command of a troop of 20 orc if you did well you could command more orcs which would be under you although they could disobey orders from you as long as they had a reason to, this rarely happened due to the great consequences.

As the instructor walked in he said, Unblooded orcs today will be different from normal due to the Gre Gar hunt be prepared for hell for your training. As he said that a enormous devilish smile appared on his face. Then walking toward the door to the training area he opened the doors to the hell he called training.