Chapter 32 The Good Orc (3)
Groktar, a warrior of the Blade-Axe Tribe, began his morning feeling refreshed.
"Khahahaha! Groktar crushed Galdin's skull!"
"That was a glorious strike with your axe, brother!"
Groktar offered a prayer for his fellow tribesman, whose skull he had split earlier that morning in a quarrel.
"You died fighting bravely, so the God of War will send you to the eternal battlefield."
After blessing the corpse of his fallen kin, Groktar headed to the river. To commemorate his honorable victory, he dipped a ladle into the river and drank.
"Groktar! Are you Groktar of the Blade-Axe Tribe?!"
A voice called out from across the river. It was an orc from a rival tribe—the Ironfist Tribe—one of their enemies in the current blood feud to decide the next High Chief of the plains.
"That's me! And who are you?"
"My name is Valbata! Valbata of the Ironfist Tribe!"
"Alright, Valbata! What is it you want?"