Chapter 222: Ravenfist Orcs
The orc’s pupils dilated the moment Leonhardt’s flames bit at his flesh, searing heat melting him in seconds. He thrust his hands back at the growling warriors, upset at the sudden treatment. Unlike humans, this monster spoke in their language. He instinctively understood that something was different.
"Who?" The orc’s low grunt in orcish echoed. "Who are you?"
"I am your future master," Leonhardt said calmly, not caring if they understood or not, but the orc seemed to understand his words, "and I’m the king of goblins." The sentence caused fear and uncertainty to spread across the Orcs like wildfire.
Although the Orcs and Goblins fought and showed hatred like no other, their races could evolve into similar monsters if given time; thus, their races treated each other like cousins.
Typically, the goblins ended up the weaker of the two, though, and got pushed around.
The orc leader felt a shiver run through his body, ’He can speak the common tongue...’ That thought alone scared him, because it meant that this creature in front of him was more evolved than he could have anticipated.
A terrifying foe stood before them.
When making deals with humans using an oath of the goddess, the Orcs could use this to their advantage, allowing for loopholes for them to attack and steal land back when they grew tired of them.
This reason was why they remained in the broken wasteland... to gain such an advantage from their negotiation partner.
Leon flicked the cinderblasts away, the black balls of flame arcing through the sky before colliding with a rocky outcrop and blowing it into tiny pieces. The Orcs jumped in fear, as if bitten by ants.
"My terms are simple, Orc leader. Obey me and join my kingdom, or die here. I will slaughter your people and send waves of goblins to feast on your weak." The words echoed in orcish, terrifying and dark... but then Leonhardt adjusted his tie. "However, if you follow me, I wasn’t lying. I will bring all of you into my arms, evolve and improve you in battle, knowledge and ensure an orc doesn’t die of hunger for the rest of their life."
The orc leader looked back at Leonhardt, his massive frame blocking the man’s view, before looking at his tribe. It was a pitiful sight; covered in dirt, their skin was flaking and peeling due to a lack of nutrients.