Chapter 82 Harkul Tribe 3 (1/2)

”Simple, do you know whose head that is? One of the Direwolf twins, a master class warrior of the Church of Wotan. Although not Legendary beings, the two together in their werewolf forms, could fight a Legendary being to a standstill. You can imagine their strength.” Grobak replied smugly.

”And what of it?” Asked the long bearded Orc who was the acting chief.

Although he was impressed by Grobak's feat, he had no idea what Grobak's intentions were. The Harkul were a powerful tribe of the Steppes, but they were currently in a state of resting after having spent years pillaging and were unaware of the current events taking place. This was why the entire tribe was currently residing within The Canyon, and though they had scouts which would often traverse the Steppes for long periods of time, they had not received any news of the expedition. This was obvious to Grobak at first sight when he entered The Canyon. If the Orcs knew what was going on, would they be so complacent? Of course even Grobak did not know the entire situation and that information was intentionally being controlled by certain powerful influences.

”I killed this man on the Steppes, along with….” Started Grobak before being suddenly cut off.

”Haha, I see you have already gained an audience. However, before you say anything more, I believe you owe us an explanation!” A loud booming voice shouted from the entryway of the large stonehall.

Grobak grunted angrily at having been interrupted and turned to look at the newcomers. It was a small group of Dragonmen. Grobak recognized the group except for the one who had called out and appeared to be their leader. This Dragonman was larger than the others and he wore a simple hide vest with his muscular and bulging arms visible. Dragonmen were all relatively large, much like Orcs, but this one was especially so. While Grobak couldn't much tell them apart, the Dragonman that had spoke out was quite distinct with relatively large horns protruding from his head and curling towards his back. His scaly skin was a much darker hue than the other Dragonmen present and resembled navy blue. Grobak could feel a pressure emanating from him and knew he must be a master class being.

”Dragonmen… scum!” Grobak couldn't help uttering beneath his breath. This didn't escape the acting chief's notice and he frowned.

”What exactly is going on here? I hope you have an explanation for this interruption.”

”Acting Chief Thorne, I apologize for the rudeness, but I have a bone to pick with this unruly and barbarous Orc!” Said one of the Dragonmen who gave a toothy snarl. It was quite apparent that he felt no guilt for the rude intrusion. This was a clear sign of disrespect, but since the Dragonmen were emissaries of an Elder Dragon, Acting Chief Thorne shrugged it off.

”Grobak has only just arrived, what possible issue could you have with him?” Asked Thorne who stood up slowly in hopes of easing the situation.

Orcs naturally didn't like the Dragonmen who often thought themselves to be a superior race, but it was necessary to show a certain amount of respect so as not to anger the Dragons who ruled over them. This didn't mean that the Orcs would allow them to do whatever they pleased. The tribes were not weak and would not allow foreign races to take advantage of one of their own. While the tribes often fought and killed each other, when it came to uniting against outside threats, they were far more united than the Humans and other races were.

”Hmph, as soon as that inbred bastard entered The Canyon he not only insulted my clansman, but challenged them to battle! A proud master class being attempting to take advantage of my weaker brothers and even threaten their lives? You have some real courage for a degenerate barbarian!” The Dragonman's words were laced with killing intent as he shouted and pointed a clawed scaly finger at Grobak who could no longer contain his rage.

Grobak was not stupid, nor was he easily taunted, but being called a degenerate and inbred was something of a reverse scale for him. He was a High Orc, not just the average breed and he had already suffered intense humiliation throughout his entire life due to being suppressed by other tribal people. His race were once a powerful race of rulers and their civilization was once vast and mighty. He was a descendant of nobility with a pure bloodline. It didn't help that he already suffered from a wrathful disposition.

Grobak roared in rage and pulled out his axe, smashing it against the stone seat he had been seated on. He smashed off a huge chunk of the stone seat with his wild swing, startling Thorne who was surprised by Grobak's immense strength.

”How dare you! I am a High Orc of a noble bloodline and you are a fucking crossbreed! I'm going to rip your disgusting lizard head off and use your skull as a chamberpot!” Grobak continued to spew profanities as his muscles twitched and his eyes turned almost red in rage.