Day 91
Ruela
Standing on the open plains outside my clan, I scrutinized my opponent. The elf... wait, the not an elf...
Urgh -whatever, he seed very confident in his ability. Although his aura was more than impressive enough, I couldn't help but feel that his physical strength wasn't all there though.
That could only an that he either had an abnormally strong aura for his strength - or that he was a mage...
I had yet to actually see this hunk of oh-so-delicious ... wait, I'm going off track again.. dammit. I'm honestly going to turn into Frenn at this point... either that or he just has an abnormal amount of charisma coupled with those looks of his...
Anyways, I was dispirited to know that I hadn't a chance in taking this man for myself, but I couldn't have everything. The only true goal for was to achieve the position of warchief or even higher.
If his words were true, then it might actually be possible, however, he hadn't earned my trust quite yet. As such, we were standing in the plains, my four champions flanking my rear and flanks.
I myself was a D ranked monster, while my champions were all D ranks. But I still couldn't understand or wrap my head around this Xavier's power. He presudly defeated the great orc mage that had taken the basin to the north, but he definitely didn't give off the air of sobody with raw physical power like my own warchief.
He couldn't be anything more than a strong D rank or a weak D rank from his aura alone, but facing both and my champions, he seed utterly nonchalant.
It just didn't make sense...
"Begin." My second-in-command proclaid, cutting through the suffocating silence stretching across the plains.
However, before any of my group could even get our charge up to full speed, my heart suddenly palpated under an oppressive and overwhelming magical pressure bearing down on .
Only mages had such auras...
In front of us, Xavier swished his hand in an arc, and much to my confusion, a host of huge beast corpses suddenly appeared out of thin air to land with thuds on the grassy ground.
The scene was befuddling. "Just how had he hidden those corpses? Did he have one of those items?! Surely not..."
Looking closer, I realized wasn't just the corpses that had been thrown out. Rolling amongst the carcasses were four crimson spheres that pulsated with an inundating primal presence that spoke to sothing... deep within . It almost felt as if my Ancestral Markings were itching...
But even more disturbingly, torrents of blood started to stream out of the corpses, coalescing on the crimson spheres and quickly taking shape into tall and lanky figures that seed like out of a nightmare.
Matching my height but lacking any discernable features or bulk, the blood monstrosities were chilling to the bone. They gave off a presence that couldn't be anything less than D- or D ranks...
Not having stopped our charge, we were t with the blood monsters before we reached Xavier. To my horror, the blood monsters were so fast I barely had ti to react before it struck out with its elongated arm that shaped itself into a deadly-looking spike.
Cringing at the ear-splitting noise of its weaponized arm screeching across my broadsword, I parried the strike and leveraged my montum to cut a long gash against the monster's side. However, contrary to my expectations, no large wound was made by my slash, rather only a scratch was left across its glossy red body.
I was simply shocked at the monster's durability even though it gave off the presence of a strong D-, as such a slash from my weapon would've easily cut a normal D- monster in half.
Defiant at the result, I activated Bestial Rage, a skill I had spent many years taming to the whims of my will and perfecting its use. As a deep surge of primal power suffused my body, I felt my muscles swell with potent power and rage, however, I didn't even waver in the face of the skill's attempts to take over my mind and throwing into an uncontrollable rage.
In a blur of motion, I cut down in an overhead strike directly on top of the blood monster before . Even though the monster was fast, it was no match for the speed of a great orc duelist at the pinnacle of its evolution. Shearing the monster in half, it fell into pieces. From the damage done to it, red magical mist dispersed into the air.
But right before my very eyes, the two halves slowly liquidated as they struggled to piece themselves back together. I was about to attack the monstrosity again, but before I could I suddenly realized that I was surrounded on all sides by the three other blood monsters.
It was first then I noticed sothing very odd. Being so caught up with the strangeness that was this magical monster, I hadn't noticed the fact that I couldn't hear any noises of fighting behind which was very odd considering as my champions should've engaged all these blood monsters by now.
Although the monsters were tough and fast, they still weren't quite enough to threaten my champions. At most, they should only be able to hold my champions occupied with their overwhelming sturdiness and speed. Casting a glance, my assumptions were made clear as I saw the unconscious forms of my champions laying on the ground.
It was first then I realized I had lost track of Xavier. As if my mind had failed to grasp onto his presence, he had sohow completely evaded my notice and focus, as if he was a specialized stealth user.
Seeing him suddenly appear out of the shadows in front of the encirclent around , I could only stare wide-eyed.
Dual magics!
Dropping my weapon to my side with the shake of my head, I simply bowed at the waist.
"I concede."
Although we could've definitely continued the fight as I had barely begun to use my skill or powers, it was more than obvious that this was a losing match. The imnse power of magic, outfitted with incredibly sturdy magical constructs, and aided by the elusiveness of stealth magic, this fight was unquestionably one-sided.
"Your champions aren't hurt, they should wake before long, but I do hope this display was more than enough to prove my power and th truth of my intentions." He said, recalling the blood monsters into his body in a maelstrom of blood.
"Thank you," I hesitated. "Is this the power you wish to give ?"
"If so, I accept..."
He shook his head, walking closer.
"Yes and no." He replied gently grabbing my wrist which shot tingly sensations of power up my arm. "Boiled down, you could consider the power I displayed as a result of my own potential having been influenced by the power of my blood."
Turning my palm upwards to show the torn skin tissue which bled slightly from hastily blocking the blood monster's attack from an awkward angle, he pinched his index finger with a sharp nail and dripped a drop of blood onto the wound.
To my shock and awe, a surge of ecstasy shot through the before slightly aching wound, and before my very eyes, the small wound visibly stitched itself together.
"With my blood in your body, you will be able to tap into both its and your own latent potential." He explained, smiling with a row of pearly white canines that looked so charming it made even my heart skip a beat. "But know this, I have absolute power of my blood, which will an I will have power over you."
He paused, looking into my face which betrayed the conflicting emotions I had bubbling internally.
"Would you pay that price?"
A long silent mont stretched out as the many spectators looked on at the scene with bated breath.
Steeling my expression as determination blossod in my heart, I looked into those alluring crimson eyes of his.
"I do."
Smiling, he bit into his wrist which began flowing freely with glimring crimson blood.
Lowering myself from my otherwise towering stature compared to his, I gripped his wrist and drank in the divine liquid that made every hair in my body stand on end, sending surges of pleasure throughout my body.
Never had blood tasted so good before, neither had anything for that matter. It felt almost like sacrilege to waste such pure deliciousness, but that didn't stop from sucking greedily on the wound. Not in the slightest.
Although I knew I wasn't actually getting instantaneous strength as he explained, I could already feel the blood re-invigorating my body and strengthening my muscles. It was an intoxicating feeling that made feel like I was on top of the world. I felt Invincible.
Feeling the flow of blood stop as the wound abruptly healed itself, I had to use a mont to re-orientate myself I had both track of ti and what I was even doing.
Grinning at , he patted on the arm consolingly as if he was used to this.
"Do I... call you Master now...?" I asked hesitantly, a deep blush tinging my cheeks.
He just laughed heartily.
"No need. This is a gift," He said smilingly. "And once you've properly utilized and rged with it, you can decide at that ti if you wish to follow ."
He leaned in conspiratorily.
"And that whole 'master' thing... for the others, I think they just call it out of a sense of duty, but Mia... I think she has a thing for it..." He whispered with a hand covering his mouth.
Chuckling at his antics, I looked to my side and caught the gazes of Mia and Bob. Mia the outlandish drow was drunkenly hanging off Bob the chief who desperately tried to keep her standing upright so she wouldn't fall face-first down in the grass, but they both still gave encouraging smiles.
Sighing with exasperation at the weird and eccentric guests I had let into my clan, I let out an amused chuckle and smiled back.
This was a new chapter in my life.
Becoming a warchief was no longer rely a dream, and now I could only bla it on myself for lack of hard work if I didn't achieve it.
"Thank you, Xavier, I will never forget this," I said wholeheartedly before turning to the crowd of clansn still observing with bated breaths. "From now on Mia, Bob, Xavier, and their tribe are sworn allies of the clan!"
Roaring in approval, all were ecstatic at the prospect of allying with Xavier after witnessing his might. Such was the life of a greenskin.
Xavier Tal'chor
"Why did you have to drink so much...?" I shook my head with pity in my eyes as Mia was groaning in pain as we rode through the plains.
She was nursing a massive hangover, and even though I had offered to set up camp for a day, she had refused to delay the journey any further, so we continued onwards.
"It-t tasted so good t-though..." She whined, causing to chuckle mirthfully.
The capricious drow I originally thought only had two sides, her stern and commanding side, and her shy and bashful side, apparently also had a third side. This one could apparently only be awakened by her drinking absorbent amounts of magically enhanced spirits, causing her to beco overly adoring and lustful.
I knew the drow could be feisty at tis when the overly libidinous nature of her greenskin roots ca out, but that was only in private. However, with alcohol in her system, all walls were torn down, and if not for restraining her, she would've jumped my bones right in the open before we could even get to our tent.
After my duel against Ruela, we rested in her clan for the night, although I barely got ti to sleep as Mia kept awake most of the night. Then early in the morning, we said goodbye to five of our orc entourage as they led the laborforce of five thousand strong orcs to the basin on foot.
Ruela had also sent word to Frenn to broach the subject of an alliance, but she was already confident that Frenn would also send help if Ruela herself already had.
After being briefed by Ruela of so things that we had to take caution of while riding through the lowlands, we finally set off. But there was sothing specific that she ntioned, which she was very adamant about that we had to steer clear of.
It was that the two neighboring warchiefs to Ruela and Frenn's territories were in a heated conflict against each other, both trying to absorb each other into their respective factions.
Because of that, many regions of the lowlands would suddenly have battlefields spring up within a mont's notice as vassal clans challenged each other. It was very important that we didn't intrude, either drawing attention to us or landing a whole lot of trouble by breaking rules.
As such, we rode along the route given to us by Ruela which would lead us to Ebongrave the quickest and steer clear of the conflict as best as possible. But even so, we did get to see one of these battlefields from afar as we rode past it. The massive destruction and death going were mind-boggling. Seas of green bodies charging at each other. There were hundreds of thousands laying dead, staining the battlefield crimson.
The battlefield made not only my battle lust flare but also my lust for blood as there was a veritable sea of EXP spilling into the ground. However, I, unfortunately, couldn't go about taking the blood since it would not only an I would intrude on the spoils of war of the victor, but I would also be flagged as a violater of the rules, causing the lowlands to hunt down if I ever were to show.
Sothing I'd rather avoid.
As such, it took a whole three days before we found what we were looking for.
The Ebonwoods. Magical and endless were the only two descriptors that could properly put the scope of the forest into words.
It was an endless expanse of forest that radiated a palpable amount of ambient mana, and inside its core, lay Ebongrave.
We were finally closing in on our journey's goal.
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