Rise of the Horde

"You went to the chieftain\'s tent last night, right?" Draegh\'ana stared at Adhalia with all seriousness. She was again gritting her teeth in anger as she saw a shadow of the female human lurking near the tent of the chieftain.

"Bah... Like I didn\'t see you also last night just hanging around the chieftain\'s tent. You are one to talk, but we both know that were there last night for our own agendas." Adhalia retorted as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, squeezing her peaks and making them look bigger than before to incense the female orc.

"I was there to guard the chieftain and ensure his safety. I wasn\'t there for something that you are thinking." Draegh\'ana replied as she inched closer to the female human and their noses were almost touching.

"Sure... Sure... Whatever works for you... And that something that you speak of is definitely something..." Adhalia giggled as she moved her head forward and threatened the female orc\'s personal space.

The few inches separating them became only a few centimeters and their lips were almost touching, but their eyes were conveying a different meaning. Adhalia\'s eyes were that of a mocking look while Draegh\'ana\'s eyes speaks of daring the small human to inch closer.

Xiao Chen woke up and headed out of his tent and he was taken aback by what he was witnessing. The two ladies had their faces so close with each other and ever so slightly moving forward, and it won\'t take long for them to actually kiss each other.

"Ahem..." he cleared his throat to catch the attention of the two. Upon hearing his voice, Draegh\'ana quickly reeled back in panic as he stared at their chieftain, who was looking at them strangely. "It\'s not what you think... This is a misunderstanding..." Draegh\'ana spoke without thinking, making the situation more awkward for Xiao Chen.

"I am not one to judge." Xiao Chen replied as he walked away from the two ladies and headed towards where Zul\'jinn was at giving him the design of his. Well, you could call it also a toy.

"Look at what you did, he won\'t look at me the same anymore." Draegh\'ana complained as she gritted her teeth in anger while glaring viciously at Adhalia.

"Yeah... Yeah.... Whatever... I\'ll just go warm his bed up to change his view of me..." Adhalia stated as he glanced at the back of their chieftain, who was slowly getting further and further away.

"What do you mean by warm his bed up?" Draegh\'ana looked at Adhalia with eyes filled with confusion. Sometimes she can\'t understand what the human was spouting even though she speaks in Orcish tongue.

"Warm his bed up... Sleep with him and warm him up while on his bed... Make your imagination work... What sort of thing warms a man up while in bed..." Adhalia answered as she giggled while walking away to chase after the chieftain.

"Warm him up...while on the bed..." Draegh\'ana softly muttered to herself, but then her face turned a shade of red darker as her imagination run wild. She was imagining herself with the chieftain, doing those things that she didn\'t need to say.

Her heartbeat started beating faster as her imagination was running wild, thinking of those things. The usual color of her face turned even darker and even her ears and neck turned the same color as her cheeks.

"Hey! Enough with your imagination! You have to work hard to actually make it happen!" Adhalia turned around and shouted at the female orc, who was lost in her wild imaginations.

*****

"Chief, what brings you here?" Zul\'jinn dropped what he was doing and welcomed Xiao Chen to their workplace. The orc forgers and troll workers were producing armors, weapons and ammunition on a daily basis and they have a lot of them already in stock in the warehouse just behind the workshop.

"I want you to produce this one. Make as many of them as you could as fast as possible. You can delay all other things that you are making to focus all manpower on making this." Xiao Chen said as he handed the design of the caltrops to Zul\'jinn who received it with both hands before unfolding the scroll.

"Strange... It doesn\'t look like anything that I have seen or made before. What is this thing for, chief?" Zul\'jinn can\'t help but satisfy his curiosity. He and the rest of the orcs and trolls working in the workshop have been used to their chieftain requesting them to make strange things just before.

"It\'s for our centaur friends. I wanted to leave behind a gift for them before heading to the south to join the Yohan First Horde." Xiao Chen answered as he grinned mischievously.

Zul\'jinn also can\'t help but smile after seeing their chieftain smile mischievously. Whenever their chieftain smiles like that, he is up to no good again and him mentioning the centaurs would mean that the centaurs were in for a painful experience. He doesn\'t need to figure out the exact event that will happen, but he is sure that the centaurs would be in for a nasty surprise.

Turning around, Xiao Chen left Zul\'jinn and his fellow crafters to deal with his request as he headed towards the training grounds to watch Galum\'nor torture the trolls and the remaining orc warriors under the scorching heat of the sun.

Upon arriving at the training grounds, the first thing that he saw was a goat, the goat man, precisely. It was running alongside the trolls who were sprinting around the training grounds. With its white and black fur that covered almost its entire body, Capricorn really stands out.

Xiao Chen sat in a corner and observed his warriors sweating profusely in the hands of Galum\'nor, who kept shouting at them. The huge orc had a smile plastered on his lips that never disappeared as he pushed those who he was training to their limits.

The trolls were already accustomed to the harsh methods of their demon like trainer who replaced the chieftain. They all know that their chieftain is much worse demon than the huge orc who enjoys sweating very much while training.. The trainings of the Rakshas, they all have witnessed it and it was not one that they want to experience or get a taste of and the trainer of those warriors was none other than their very own chieftain.