when the legend was born

hello whoever you are, surely you are reading this book to know the story of the great lockt'ar, the one who dominates, in other words you are here to know my story well prepare yourself because what comes next you will not find it in the books of history

you see i'm not really from the great kalameri desert i come from a land called Russia my name was Gennady Makarova and i was a soldier from one of the greatest nations in the world trained in all kinds of combat i belonged to one of the most feared combat forces in the world the Spetsnaz a military force without equal in the world

And in my free time I trained martial arts of different types, not only sambo and kravmaga, I extended myself until I mastered karate, tae kwan do, boxing, jui jutsu, the mother of all martial arts and only out of respect for the most martial artist. famous of all time also learned the jet kun do

Even in my previous life I was a bloody fighting machine just like I was in this one but despite having participated in the conflicts in the South West and Abkhazia Chechnya until my trip ended in Mariupol in Ukraine in retrospect I had to listen to my mother and retire in 2020 but anyway let's stop crying like a bitch over something like that

After receiving a bullet in the neck and bleeding to death and frankly soiled with other substances from the body, my mind vanished.

When I woke up, so to speak, I was in the body of a baby surrounded by 2.5-meter green, muscular monsters with enormous fangs that protruded from their mouths from the bottom up and speaking an unknown language, suddenly they looked at me and I screamed in fear if it's true It's not the bravest thing I've ever done but we wake up out of nowhere surrounded by beings you don't know and they are all taller and stronger than you can imagine don't be a hypocrite you would be scared too don't deny it

After a while they grabbed me and took me to one of them who had a badly battered two-handed ax. When they handed me into his arms, he dropped the ax and began to yell furiously. The others tried to stop him but they couldn't or rather I would say that they gave up when they saw the determination of that beast

We entered a room running through a curtain made of the skin of a fairly large animal and I could see another individual, this one had more feminine features, it was much less muscular but its muscles were noticeable and its lower fangs protruded but not too much. She looked at me with I tenderly looked at the man who was holding me and said something to him that I didn't know what it meant at the time.

After a few more words, the woman died and the man just closed her eyes, she took a deep breath and left with me in her arms.

After that, I spent a week without eating anything, he only gave me water every day. After one day of life, I realized that he was not going to give me food. As the week passed, my first teeth had already grown and there I eat a piece of meat after that week of famine I was able to eat quite well

After two months I was the size of a two-year-old baby and I was able to begin to understand her language. My name was Lockt'ar. My father's name was Morgol and my mother was Karag. She was the woman who died on the first day. come here

After a year I was already the size of a 5-year-old child and I was able to say my first words and I began to see what life was like in the village where I was born. Apparently I was born in a village of the orc race.

The village was quite disordered, but not as chaotic as I imagined, as seen in the fiction of my previous life. The orcs were not evil by nature, but rather abrupt in their way of being, from the beginning I realized that I could go forgetting the refined manners and education at the table and the correct posture here only mattered your skill in battle, hunting, shamanism and a little lower on the social scale l blacksmithing that was something rare but necessary for him orc lifestyle

my morgol father was considered one of the best warriors of the red sand tribe but he lost a lot of status and respect when i was born when my mother died my father was seen as an orc who did not know how to choose a strong partner and would not give more warriors to the tribe orc women are a little rarer than men in a proportion it would be said that of every 100 orcs 45 are women and 55 are men so it is a privilege to have a woman within the tribe with which to have descendants. and therefore give the tribe more warriors

When my mother died, my father could not have any more offspring and his only son in the eyes of the rest of the tribe was a failure. Not having a mother would be weaker than any other orc and could only be a collector or builder but nothing more.

I know what you are thinking, he is just a child, how can you know that he will not be a good warrior? Orc physiognomy is a little more simple and complex at the same time, you see, orc babies need breast milk for the first week of life, they cannot have any other food they have no teeth to eat anything, but if they do not drink breast milk the body suffers from severe malnutrition that will weaken the orc for the rest of his life, in the worst cases the lack of nutrients creates a motor or mental disability, mainly motor

That is why I will not be able to be a warrior according to the adults since for them I am a cripple, although I will be much stronger than an average human, I will continue to be weaker than an average orc and my father lost a lot of respect from the tribe by giving them a defective offspring.

that's why my name is lockt'ar the suffix ar literally means crippled so my name would be translated lockt the cripple

When I was 2 years old, my warrior training began since all the young people began to train at the age of 2 until they were 6 years old, where they had to challenge an adult from the tribe to win the position of warrior. The test consisted of giving battle and showing an orc attitude although I don't understand what they meant by that it was not necessary to win the fight but those who won were seen with better eyes

The problem was that the elders of the tribe refused to train me since for them it was a waste of time since I could never fight like a true orc.

That made my father very angry until he even insulted the elders, he even threatened one with his ax, he went to the extreme of attacking one of the elders, disarming him and placing his ax in the neck of that old orc with angry eyes telling him -that you prefer to lose something of time or your disgusting and pathetic life-

Before the elder answered, 5 adult orcs who were present grabbed my father from behind and dragged him away from the elders.

That day I heard more insults from my father in an hour than I heard from the whole tribe in a year.

A short time later, the boss found out about the whole conflict and despite what one would expect, instead of starting the blows to demonstrate his power and to have his orders carried out, he tried to mediate the conflict. The problem was that my father could not train me, he had I had to go hunting and fight together with the rest of the orcs of the tribe and if the elders didn't train me I wouldn't even be able to participate in the adulthood ceremony and I wouldn't participate in the ceremonial fight.

On the other hand, the old orc refused to train me, claiming that his time was valuable and he could not waste it training a cripple who had other young people to train.

This upset my father so much that he grabbed his ax again so to calm the situation the orc chief ruled that I could participate in the adulthood ceremony but that no orc had the obligation to train me and to calm the elders who were not satisfied with the behavior from my father he ordered my father not to train me any orc could train me but not him my father reluctantly agreed but to his dismay no one orc man or woman wanted to train me