After getting the answers he needed from the Orc, Rogu met up with Loruk and Surgsha who had already had the tribe gathered, packing only valuables for the journey ahead.

  “Loruk, did anyone in the tribe know anything?”

  “Captain, they mentioned a team of Orcs came by and asked questions about other Goblins, and after beating a few of them for answers they didn’t have, a couple of them stayed behind while the others left.”

  “Beating a few of them huh…Lead them to Jala’s tribe we have no time to waste.”

  “What about you Captain? Shouldn’t we do this together?”

  “That would waste too much time.”

  “But Capta-…”

  “Loruk. You are the Vice-Captain of the Royal Retrieval, and due to that your questioning will get a pass. But at this moment, I am acting as a General to the Future King of Goblins. Do you understand what that means?”

  “…Yes Sir.”

  “Good, then carry out your orders.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  Immediately following that discussion, Loruk and Surgsha departed to Jala’s with the tribe in tow, meanwhile Rogu was getting his thoughts in order as he watched them leave.

  POV Rogu

  ‘Loruk’s head is in the right place, so I won’t fault him for his questions, and that is part of his role as the Vice-Captain of the Royal Retrieval team, but this was different. My orders were from the Future King himself. I am not acting as the Captain of that team at this point in time.

  ‘Currently, I am what I always have been. A General. The pinnacle of the army that is to serve under the Future King of Goblins. And just like there are times when a General should not question their Liege, there are times when a General’s orders should be followed with haste. This is one of those times, and Loruk understands this as well. All he needed was a reminder.

  ‘Now…let’s go see what awaits me at the next tribe.’

  By now it was dark, and Rogu used that to his advantage to make his way to the next tribe. It was not the easiest thing in the world to hide a frame as large as his in these wide open plains, but it being the dark of night helped a long way. And with his speed, it only took him 5ish minutes to reach the next tribe, and what he saw almost made him lose the grip he had on his own mind and body.

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  There were many Goblins strewn around the tribe. Beaten, bruised, and unmoving. It was hard to tell if they were dead or alive, but it hardly made a difference to Rogu whether they were alive or not.

  Just the fact they were being beaten like dogs was enough for him to want to commit a massacre. Again, Rogu was aware of the treatment Goblins received outside of the Lands of Mir, but rarely ever left those lands, and in that place, Goblins couldn’t be bullied like this without a war starting, a war that his father himself would lead. So, despite the knowledge that this happened in more places than just these plains, it was another matter altogether to see it so clearly.

  Though instead of continuing to get angry, Rogu smiled.

  One of the orders that was given was to show no mercy, and it was an order he planned to follow thoroughly.

  Of course, Rogu would always do his best to maintain the level of professionalism and discipline expected from an official General, regardless of any internal emotional turmoil they may or not be going through.

  There were only five enemies before him. Or at least only five he could see within the tribe itself. He could easily extend his senses using mana to entire surrounding area, and uncover any hidden dangers nearby, but if what his instincts were saying to him was correct, then the one Orc he had his eye was sure to be a bit above the rest, and likely strong enough to detect the use of his mana sense.

  ‘Hmm, five Orcs. Four of them are wearing typical brown armor, while the one who seems to be overseeing everything, is wearing all black armor. Armor that appears from over here to be a touch above the rest. Just that alone would hint at a higher level of strength.

  ‘Though, there is a chance I’m not close enough to tell…but I’m not getting the feeling I get from my father. Or even of that Fox. There are plenty of things back home that make my instincts scream in fear and this Orc does not provide that same feeling, but all that means is that it is most likely not above Tier 5. Good.

  ‘Now. What’s the best way forward. It is unlikely I can sneak up on it, and I don’t want to cause any more harm to the tribe by recklessly charging in. Which means it would be better to bring it away from here. So…my only option is that.’

  Rogu unsheathed his sword. If Rick was perhaps more familiar with swords, he would have likened the sword to a large Dao Sword. The blade itself was roughly 5 ft in length alone, and the hilt seemed to be made out of some kind of intricate wood. There was only one design etched into the blade.

  It read ‘KRAGNAR’.

  To most, it would mean nothing…but to those who spoke the old tongue of Goblins. It would mean one thing. War.

  ‘Kragnar…we move again. Let us finally put this body of mine to work in the name of the Future King of Goblins!’

  Unless one was a Maglin, other Goblins would never be able to fully utilize every single element to the same capacity and efficiency. There would always be one. One that they would be able to grow in strength and understanding with above the others.

  Rogu quickly channeled a portion of his mana at the tip of his sword, and very quickly a small orange ball began to form. So as not to make the ball too big, he cut off the supply of mana yet maintained control of the ball that was now rotating at the tip of his sword. Due to the darkness, it didn’t take the Orcs very long to notice a light in the distance, but before they could act, Rogu swung his sword in a downward motion and the ball went flying at a blistering speed in the direction of the Orcs.

  Of course, the Orc in all black armor dodged rather easily, but the attack was never meant for him.

  The small ball of fire crashed into one of the other Orcs, causing a small explosion that was enough to throw the Orc in the distance.

  “You dirty PIGS! COME AND TASTE MY BLADE.” An excited Rogu.

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