Blood Elf Monarch

Chapter 271 - Warchief

Ghral was the warchief that faced defeat at the hands of Tristan about 3 months ago. In fact, the blood warrior orcs were once a part of Ghral's vicious tribe of warriors. 

Since having to face the shame of losing his tribe, as well as losing a fight to a non-orc, Ghral has been desperately trying to find a way to win back his honor and regain the respect as a warrior and a chief.

He has spent the last 3 months endlessly fighting and training, and he was hoping that now would be the best time to regain the honor he had lost. After all, he was still one of the 11 orc war chiefs hence he should be eligible to try for the leadership position of the horde.

But as soon as he rose from his seat, sounds of laughter erupted throughout the room, clearly ridiculing him.

"Mok Narash! Kagh!"

"Ghral!! You have no voice in this matter!" A member of the Longbeard tribe shouted at him. All at once, every single one of the Longbeard champions continued to laugh at him.

Ghral, who was used to being treated with high regard as a well-respected war chief, was simply nothing in the eyes of his peers now..

But he refused to give up. He used this opportunity to challenge Longbeard himself in an attempt to show his powers and regain his honor. However, the famous orc refused. 

"Come back when you have at least 500 warriors to challenge me!" He scoffed, and the rest of his men chortled in agreement. 

The words enraged Ghral, and he was about to retaliate, but Scarr suddenly stood from his seat glare toward Logbeard and shout;

"Lok Thar! Longbeard!" He roared, slamming his fist on his chest. "What about me?! Would you dare to challenge me?!"

The sentence quickly drove the Longbeard orcs to complete silence. "No! Scarr, you are the strongest among us. We do not need to oppose one another; I will follow you instead!"

Scarr then looked upon Guldan the Wise, proceeding to ask him if he would be willing to challenge him in exchange for his leadership. But the wise orc was indeed wise to reject the proposal. 

It appeared that the decision to make Scarr as the leader was completely unanimous. The 50 plus chiefs that hailed from each of the tribes started to call up his name. 

"Scarr! Scarr! Chiwiikkk!!"

Scarr was relishing his victory, but as he turned around, he realized that Ghral was still standing tall, facing him with a scowl on his face. 

"You…!" Scarr yelled, an excited grin on his face. "You wish to challenge me?"

Ghral's stomach dropped as he was immediately worried; at first, he was simply trying to use this opportunity to show off his new strength and regain his honor, but he didn't realize that he would have to fight against Scarr, the strongest among them.  But he really couldn't back down now; this was the last chance he had. He would have to stand his ground, right here and now, or he would never be able to regain his honor again.

Scarr glared at him. "If you win, you'll lead the battle. But if I win, you will have no choice but to serve under me!"

It appeared that Ghral had no other option. He grabbed his ax and readied himself, planting his feet firmly on the ground, while a champion orc came and brought Scarr a large hammer. 

The bald orc with multiple scars that adorned his body was able to lift the huge hammer up as if it were a toy.

When the fight started, the orcs initially thought that Ghral was no match for Scarr, but the orc surprised them as he was able to keep up with his opponent. It appeared that his training, combined with the motivation from his defeat against Tristan, really did change him.

"Very good!" Scarr roared. "But not good enough!"

After a few exchanges in moves, Ghral eventually found himself cornered. His body started to receive several unrelenting blows from the hammer and he could feel his body breaking underneath the pressure, but he didn't give up.

Surprisingly, after a while, the orcs start chanting both of their names in respect.

"Ghral!! Scarr!! Ghral!! Chiwiiikkk!!"

It was an exciting battle, but after a few minutes, Ghral was kneeling on the ground, unable to keep up to Scarr.

"You should just give up! You will never defeat me!"

Ghral was so ashamed that he simply wished to kill himself. At this moment, though, both of them suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Do you wish to win?"

Ghral quickly looked up and was met with the sight of a figure donned in a cloak.

Simultaneously, all the other orcs realized that there was someone they didn't recognize standing among them. The figure pulled down the hood of his cloak, and beneath it, they could see the face of a white haired elf.

"Cwhiiwiwkk! Gok Thar!! Who are you?! Do you seek death?"

The elf remained completely calm, still fixating his gaze at Ghral. He repeated his question. 

"Do you wish to win? If you do, I can help you!"

At the same time, the sound of drums came reverberating from outside, which the orcs knew was a warning.

Along with the drumming came a group of orcs, who were steadily approaching from the hill.

"Another tribe?! Which tribe is it?!" One of the orcs yelled.

"Must be one of the small ones, nothing to be concerned about!"

"There are so many of them!! There have to be more than 500 orcs!"

The group of orcs was confused with the sudden appearance of an elf in a cape and a new orc tribe that they didn't know. The 500 orcs were left outside, but they were surprised to see a dozen champions and two warchiefs approaching the center.

Even more surprising was the fact that one of the warchiefs was a female High Orc.

"Who are you!? Which tribe are you from?!" Asked Guldan the High Orc.

Before the female orc could open her mouth to answer, it was Ghral who responded. "They are the Blood Warrior tribe"

At that moment the hundreds of orcs turned towards one another, completely alarmed.