Prologue

The third moon, Albia was at its peak, shining over a swampy forest deep in the Necross wilderness. But it was not quiet. A shrill cry of pain can be heard echoing throughout the forest. The scream was coming from a cave and the one crying was an Orc as a huge troll bit off his left leg.

The troll was about nine feet tall, hunched and fat with grey skin and warts all over its body. A stack of Orc corpses around half a dozen lies on a heap next to the troll. Two other trolls were sleeping in the cave, their bellies full and bulging.

"Save me," cried out the Orc in orcish, his eyes looking to another of his kind who was still alive before the troll bit off his head, silencing him.

The remaining orc who was still alive couldn't help but look in helplessness. She herself was in a dire situation, tied to a pillar of rock with thick vines, naked and helpless.

For an Orc, she was a fine specimen.Toned and muscular but feminine and curvy, without a speck of fat on her entire body with black dreadlocked hair, around six feet tall. Her skin was dark green. A pair of budding tusks protruding from her lower jaw. Her feminine assets were quite big. A pair of round and firm breasts with big dark green areola, probably E-Cups and puffy, thick lip green fanny with a turf of black hairs. Her waist were wide and curvy, her ass big, firm and round like globes.

Her focus was on the troll, who was chomping on her fellow orc. She knew she was next but she wasn't scared. Unlike the rest of her mercenary band, she was a northern orc, a follower of the old way and death was something the northern orc didn't abhor.

"May your spirit reach the hall of the ancestors, Orgath," whispered Kara, reciting the funeral chant of the Northern orc.

They were a company of Orc mercenaries.

They came through the Azerock mountain to the town of Urstor, the wilderness town which was located in the largest forest of the Necross forest, the Swart forest. Their initial number were thirty-two. The company was made of orcs who had no homes to return to or exiled or looking for adventures, wealth, power and fame.

Unfortunately, Orgath Durathan, the de-facto leader of the company and the orc who was just eaten decided to pass through the Badlands swamp, which was the territory of swamp trolls.

The first attack was from three trolls.

The orcs were able to repel them even killing one while wounding the other two and suffering a loss of three orcs lives.

Trolls were a thick skinned race with high regenerative blood and were considered too difficult to kill. The orcs let their kill over their head and took the dead troll head as trophy to show off. Kara advised them to stay vigilant but they didn't heed her voice. That night they revel with meat they caught from the swamp and alcohols.

While they were wasted and asleep, the trolls attack, this time with four of them. Kara who was still sober and awake roused the others and rallied them but it was too late, many of her comrades had already been killed by the vengeful trolls. Orgath and Kara with several others managed to kill a troll but Orgath was wounded and Kara got captured. In seeing that defeat was inevitable, several orcs ran away.

"Don't make a sound. I will free you. In return, you must guide me out of this godforsaken place."

Kara almost gasp in surprise. The voice came from her left. It was a male, husky and deep. The language was orcish but the accent was unfamiliar.

She quickly regained her senses and nodded in agreement. She didn't knew who it was but what choice did she have. Even though the Northern orc didn't abhor death, they didn't gave up on living if there was a chance. They glorified death in battle but not in captivity, which was considered a shameful death.

She heard some swift cutting sounds and the next moment, the vines dropped off, freeing her. She didn't turned around to see her saviour as her eyes were on the battle-axe in front of her, her family heirloom.

She dashed towards the axe, picking it up. At that same moment, the troll decided to look around and his sight caught her.

"Raarrrrrrrr," roar the troll,picking up its wooden club.

"Run," said the voice. Kara didn't need the voice. She was angry and wanted vengeance. She raised her axe and rushed forward to the troll.

"Bang, bang, bang,"

Three thunderous sound erupted in the cave and was only drown by the roar of the troll, who was in pain. Blood began to trickle from his groin. He felt to the ground in great pain, his hands clasped to his groin.

Kara wanted to hack troll to pieces but a hand grip her shoulder strongly.

"Look over there. We cannot win. Now don't be idiotic. Look there."

The sleeping trolls had woken up and were reaching for their weapons.

Kara turned around, her eyes catching the sight of the person who freed her. Dark hair, a little shorter than her, powerfully built muscles and dark black pupil eyes. It was a human. He was wearing a dark outfit which look strange. His hair was died in a pun. Black stripe ran down on his face, vertically. In his hand, he was holding a strange black metal rod, the source of those thunderous noise.

"Come on," said the man," follow me."

The man ran towards the forest. Kara had no choice but to follow him. A troll was a dozen time stronger than an Orc. Moreover, she was exhausted and wounded. She swallowed her pride and ran after the man, cursing her fate.

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Disclaimer: Inspired by World of Warcraft, Lord of the rings, John Carter, Goblin rise by Satinslip and several other fantasy novels. Contain lots of gore and matured contents. Not meant for readers who like hero of Justice type novels because MC is more of an antihero than a hero.