Chapter 16: King Ghorath the Tempest Emperor
Gwyneria and I stepped into the training courtyard, where the ten orcs were engaged in fierce sparing.
I caught my breath sharply. "Are those...?"
Gwyneria nodded. "Yes, my liege. They are your orcs."
I could hardly recognize them.
They have undergo an incredible transformation overnight. Each orc bore unique features that set them apart from the others.
Their monstrous, hard faces now look more softer and humane. Some had lost their tusks entirely, while others had shred their bulky frames for a more leaner and shredded builds.
Orcs in this world were typically bald but my orcs had grown hairs. I mean, actual human hair, with different colors ranging from red to snow-white, deep brown to raven black hair.
What's more, their clothing had changed. They had discarded their crude hides and scrap armour.
In replace of their former wears, they wore elegant, well crafted suits of the finest armour I've ever seen.
From the way they move and the clarity in their eyes, I could tell they were no longer mindless brutes.
"Amazing," I turned to face Gwyneria. "How did this happen?"