Chapter 68: 64: The Repugnant Orc

After riding for about four hours, they finally saw the outline of the Tribe's settlement, a journey that may have taken days on foot. Due to the full moon being at it's peak now, the wolves were exceptionally active and fast. This gave Alex more confidence in his next plan, according to the reports, It was snowy in this parts due to White mountain.

True to it's name, the mountain was totally covered in snow, you could only make out a few stony exteriors on some parts but the winds weren't friendly either.

"Luckily I didn't have any archers" He muttered as the wind blew his hair rather strongly.

Moz had explained the other day that, Up above on the other side of this mountain, His future enemy, the Blood horn tribe resided there with the ever present snow storm acting as a natural barrier. Sker tribe on the other hand was situated at the base of White mountain, Although still snowy, it was not as developed as the Blood horn tribe.

The mountain lay in the distance like a ridiculous white camel hump or perhaps the nose of a slumbering giant turned to rock. He looked down coldly at the Tribe below, stylishly making their presence known. Soon a burn fire was lit at the center of their camp and he could hear the sounds of yelling, Obviously the sentry had spotted them.

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Emerging from the blinding white snow storm came wolves, seemingly immune to the bitter wind that cut into the skin of their prey, blanching their skin. At first they were little more than silhouettes and their growling was almost carried away in the howling wind. But as they neared their fur became discernible, thick and wintry in whatever hue their fur had been before, soon riders could be seen on their back. The wolf pack stood still in the distance as a their riders accessed what layed before them. An Orc with full black hair and golden-green eyes, gave an order, to which the wolves and riders alike responded In barks and grunts, spreading wide, sending some to circle around, cutting off any means of escape.

Some foolish goblin slaves broke from the terrified huddle and made for the woods, in an instant the pack bore down, gnashing and ripping. When the goblins moved no more as the feast began, crimson spreading garishly onto the otherwise pristine blanket of white.

The wolves moved under the purple moon, coordinated, but rarely in company. Their target seemed prearranged and all that matters is a confirmed kill. Standing still on the spot was the golden eyed rider and the wolf that had the biggest size. they both watched the attacks of their companions with cold calculated eyes. It's my job to investigate what had been happening with the promised goods, to meet Sker face to face and send reports to our side. I've been given enchantments to pass as one of them, but I'll never get used to those golden eyes or cruel smile.

These d*mn creatures get excited by all the wrong things and drool inappropriately. They laugh at things that freeze my blood and talk like they own the world already. They don't though. We humans are the true owners of this world.

I looked at the wounded Sker, The Orc sat in the semi-shadow, his heart a steady rhythm. He seemed not to know what fear was, despite his wounded body. Luckily I quickly went into stealth or I might have been implicated. Sker didn't seem to care, He expected this, in fact when I think about it, He must have expected the attack as well and he looked like he liked it that way.

Believing himself to be at the top of the food chain, his warped version of serenity. Every movement he made was slow, deliberate. Killing was such sweet p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to him that I think he felt it had to be savored, to hurry was bad form to him, like eating fine food too fast. I can never understand this monsters, I have to survive this to make my report, after all, this isn't part of my pay. Adjusting my position, I climbed the mountain slowly as I slipped into a tree's shadow. I soon got a perfect view of the battlefield.

'Petos above!! watch over this servant!' Quickly praying to the lord of Thieves, I could have sworn that the golden eyed rider's wolf had been staring at me for a second.

Sker held onto his bone Axe as He approached the entrance, His first victim walked into the open and his tongue licked his tusks.

Wham!!

Thud!!

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He had murdered his own man, blinded by blood l.u.s.t. Then he turned to a red haired rider, "A sow, how pleasant." His gruff voice rang out in the battlefield. He closed his eyes, imagining her blood seemed to almost overload his senses. His red eyes followed her path, but she looked like she felt something, as her bloodied face turned to Sker, obviously those weren't Hers.

Just how many did she kill so far, She turned to the Golden eyed rider with her equally golden irises, "perhaps they are related?" I mused, Do they even understand the prospect of kinship?. There was no movement from the golden eyed rider, I presume he's the leader. Such terrifying presence, much more intimidating than Sker!, "To think she's not the leader".

AWOOOOOOOOO!!!

A huge Orc appears from another corner with a great sword in hand, He was covered in blood, along side his Wolf. He looked at the red haired Orc for a moment and grinned before riding towards their leader, His aura wasn't any weaker than Sker. Sker seemed to have noticed this and turned wary.

His usually arrogant tone was nowhere to be seen, "So you came to attack, you coward. You come while I'm injured and Asleep, you sneak into my lands uninvited. You are so pathetic. Though it will take a while to get back to normal, to feel the strength I had before..."

Sker's gruff voice rang out in the battlefield as he tries to gain the moral high ground based on the rules of the Orc lands. Honestly, Sker has always been an anomaly amongst this monsters, there were times I would mistake him for a human.

Alex watched this Orc with a cold expression but he was feeling incredulous by how eloquent it was, It even spoke as despicably as humans would. Black moon riders had clearly made their presence known and His tribesmen sounded the alarm for over five minutes as their men got ready. "I even ordered my people to only kill a few till the leader shows up but..."

He's obviously afraid, but that doesn't matter anymore, His warriors are looking at him in disgust and hatred. "I might as well do them a favor".

Urim looked at Alex with a confused expression as he sheathed his Great sword.

"Nazu!!, remember our deal" was all Alex said when...

She turned into a golden flash for a millisecond before appearing before Sker with a, "Hehehe!!"

[Name: Sker "The Repugnant"]

Race: Grey Orc warrior.

Level: 23(Order of the second circle)

Power rating: 12280

Relationsh.i.p.s: White mountain tribe's Chief, Slave master.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil.]

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