Chapter 48: Step one
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The air smelled of smoke, blood, and rotten corpse. The ground was dyed with dried blood. The air that blew was hot, and the sun was even hotter.
They had fought, pushing the enemies into a brief retreat. But they knew— they’d still come back. They always did.
The Orcs were ferocious creatures. Born with the innate ability of combat.
Their bodies adapted to their way of living— combat, and war. The solution to their problems was combat, and the answer to their questions was war.
To be strong in the kingdom of the Orcs was to be highly proficient in combat.
But even as combat and war minded as they were— they only fought inter tribal wars.
They conquered themselves, while being faithful to the Human/Demi-human alliance treaty.
That was until Keranus— an Orc born with red skin, and a lean body, who was laughed at and mocked for being weak— suddenly grew in size, and strength— Fought, and claimed the territory of every Orcan tribe. He united the Orcs into one strong military kingdom.