Chapter 184: 184-The Krogre And The Urk
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Within the heavens atop the northern outskirts between the borders of the Occidental Region and the Endless Grassland, the Great Ruler of Azathoth perceived. She was gazing upon the Great Rulers of the Ogre and Ork with a smirking expression as if she had found some new toys she wanted to play. Of course, she wasn't in front of them so that she could make them her toys.
The Great Ruler of Azathoth had something in mind. It was a lot more intriguing than playing with the Great Ruler of the Ogre and Ork. Exterminating all of them would be wasteful. Since they were the strongest races in the Endless Grassland. It would be better for them to be the subordinates of the Nation of Azathoth.
The Ogre Clan was a warrior race that dated back to the First Great War. With this simple fact, it would be clear that the Occidental Guardian would want such a warrior race to be under her control. Their knowledge about war, no matter how outdated it was, would be useful.
The Ork Race, on the other hand, was the race with a vast population within the Endless Grassland. Because they were near the border outskirts. It was easy for them to prosper, which was also why they wanted to conquer the Occidental Region for themselves. They were a simple race. They weren't especially dangerous though they did contribute a lot to the Great War.
"I'm glad that you would surrender and serve me without shedding wasteful bloodshed. As expected of the Great Rulers of the Ogres and the Orks. Now that you have sworn loyalty to me, It's time for me to reward you. You made the Great War interesting. My Inquisition has gained experience from it. And also, I want you to conquer the rest of the Endless Grassland for me."
Aife and the Great Ruler of the Orks couldn't believe what they were hearing. The Occidental Guardian wanted them to conquer the Endless Grassland for her? They were confused about her reasoning and what led to such a decision. Though, they couldn't question as Persia's serene smile was too scary for them.
"Oh, come on, no need to be needlessly afraid. I treat my subordinates rather well. I know you want to understand why I wanted the Ogres and the Orks to conquer the Endless Grassland. The Inquisition has more things to handle than playing War in the Endless Grassland."
"This could also be a test for the Orks and Ogres. Depending on the results of the test, the Orks and Ogres might even be official citizens of Azathoth."
Persia wanted to send the Inquisitors to the Major Fronts. The Major Fronts would have more danger, and the Inquisitors would gain more experience in a real bloody battlefield. The Great War between the Occidental Region and the Endless Grassland was more or less like a babysitting play for the Great Ruler of Azathoth. She had everything in control, and the Inquisitors wouldn't feel danger and didn't have the need to be cautious.
What Persia wanted to say was that the Inquisitors were too strong. After sending them to the Major Fronts, Persia wanted them to take care of their weaker allies and try lessening the casualties in the Great War. They might need to limit themselves due to being surrounded by weak creatures, but it would be a good experience for them.
If the Inquisitors leave the Endless Grassland and join the remaining Major Fronts. Persia would need new subordinates that would take care of the Endless Grassland for her. It was better than the stupid plan of mass invasion. It wouldn't work as the scale of the Endless Grassland was a hundred times or a thousand times bigger than the Occidental Region.
It was why Persia called herself a dumb creature for sending the orders to invade the Endless Grassland with simply hundreds of Inquisitors. It would take them months to completely clear the Endless Grassland, and they wouldn't be able to reinforce the Major Fronts of the Great Forest.
"Then, May I ask for your gifts, Master? I will conquer the Endless Grassland for you along with the Ork Chief." Aife said with a calm voice. The Ork Chief turned his gaze towards her as Persia smirked upon hearing her words. The Gift of Persia was something that would increase the strength of the Ogres and the Orks a thousand folds.
It was a great gift that would defy wars.
"Since the two of you are quite excited with my gift. Why don't we start the ceremony." Persia said with a soothing voice as she activated a simple skill within her mind. It was the Contract Skill. It was a Demon Lord Skill that would help Persia on securing important contracts.
A single piece of Paper then emerged from the thin air. It was glowing brilliantly with its golden light. It was the contract paper, and the terms began to form on the illuminating Paper. Aife and the Ork Chief gazed upon the contract paper with an expression of disbelief. The pressure escaping from the contract paper was like a mountain pushing them downwards.
"This is known as the Contract. Whatever is written will be absolute, and reality would have to accept it. The Great Ruler of the Ogre and Ork will attend the Contract Ceremony. We would start giving the gifts, and the terms and agreements would be written with the sign of our true name written on the contract paper."
Aife and the Ork Chief gulped after hearing what the brilliant paper was. A paper that would manipulate reality to accept its terms. Such a powerful paper could make someone the strongest in the world. Never did they know, depending on the terms of the paper, the more reality-defying it was, the more energy it would consume.
"Anyone that breaks the contract will have their soul terminated from existence. I hope that none of you two would be foolish enough to betray me. After all, even I myself can't break the contract. It is more like a personal promise for me." Persia smirked as the contract paper finished writing the terms and agreements.
"Now, may I ask the names of you two. Your names are needed for your true names to get written on the contract." Persia asked with a soothing voice. Despite it being soothing, for the Great Ruler of the Orks and Ogres. It was more like the Devil's dangerous serene voice. A tempting voice that would make beings fall from their grace.
"My name is Aife, the current Great Ruler of the Ogre Clan." After saying such words, the true name of Aife got written on the contract paper. Persia then turned her gaze towards the Ork Chief. She was rather curious about his choice. After all, it was more like slavery for the Ogres and the Orks.
"My name is Madbrag, the Great Ruler of the Ork race." The Ork Chief Madbrag said with a calm yet gruff voice. After introducing his name, the Ork Chief's true name got written on the contract. With that, the true names of two Great Rulers of the Endless Grassland were written on the contract and were now under the command of the Occidental Guardian.
"The Great Ruler of the Ogre Clan Aife and the Great Ruler of the Ork Race Madbrag. The two of you have accepted the absolute contract of reality. You have agreed with the terms and agreement, concluding that you are worthy of accepting the gifts from me. Following the agreements, I shall bestow each of you a unique ability that would cover the whole race."
"Speaking of your race, the name of your race will change after the unique ability fuses itself with you. In respect of your former names, I shall name the Ogre Clan, Krogre, while also naming the Ork Race, Urk. They are not that different from your former names, but they can coincide with your gifts."
Persia smiled as the Aife and Madbrag shone with illuminating light. They weren't the only ones shining brilliantly. Every Ork and Ogres were releasing a golden light from their body that was synonymous with the golden light escaping from the contract paper.
"The Gift, the Krogre Clan, shall receive will be the ability known as Beserk. The More Bloodshed, the More Suffering, the More Violence, and finally, the More deaths the Krogre Clan brought on the battlefield. The stronger they become. They will be the warlords of the battlefields. The most perfect gift for the Krogre Clan." Persia smirked as Aife felt the strong change within her body.
The Ogres were changing. Their former evergreen skin was slowly changing into pale skin. They were turning more or less a humanoid with Ogre horns on their head. They also had pitch-black hair and were beautiful and handsome. As expected for an aspiring warrior race, they were grand and noble not only on the battlefield but in terms of appearance as well.
"The Gift, the Urk Race, would receive from me would be the ability known as Chaos Blood. The more an Urk bleeds, the more Urks would get born from the battlefield. They would continuously grow and would have overwhelming numbers. As long as one Urk survives, thousands would grow from his blood."
It was the Ork's turn to change. They were becoming less like Orks but more like Fantasy Demons instead. Giant Bodies, Horns, and Wings. They had violent faces and looked like stereotypical Demons that can be found in stories. With their ability to grow from the blood they shed, they resemble the old Demons of the Realm of Piksyon.
"Now that my Two Armies had been born. I hope the two of you work together and bring glory to Azathoth. Conquer the entirety of the Endless Grassland. Don't disappoint me.." Such were the last words of the Demon Lord as she faded from the Northern Outskirts.
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Within the heavens atop the northern outskirts between the borders of the Occidental Region and the Endless Grassland, the Great Ruler of Azathoth perceived. She was gazing upon the Great Rulers of the Ogre and Ork with a smirking expression as if she had found some new toys she wanted to play. Of course, she wasn't in front of them so that she could make them her toys.
The Great Ruler of Azathoth had something in mind. It was a lot more intriguing than playing with the Great Ruler of the Ogre and Ork. Exterminating all of them would be wasteful. Since they were the strongest races in the Endless Grassland. It would be better for them to be the subordinates of the Nation of Azathoth.
The Ogre Clan was a warrior race that dated back to the First Great War. With this simple fact, it would be clear that the Occidental Guardian would want such a warrior race to be under her control. Their knowledge about war, no matter how outdated it was, would be useful.
The Ork Race, on the other hand, was the race with a vast population within the Endless Grassland. Because they were near the border outskirts. It was easy for them to prosper, which was also why they wanted to conquer the Occidental Region for themselves. They were a simple race. They weren't especially dangerous though they did contribute a lot to the Great War.
"I'm glad that you would surrender and serve me without shedding wasteful bloodshed. As expected of the Great Rulers of the Ogres and the Orks. Now that you have sworn loyalty to me, It's time for me to reward you. You made the Great War interesting. My Inquisition has gained experience from it. And also, I want you to conquer the rest of the Endless Grassland for me."
Aife and the Great Ruler of the Orks couldn't believe what they were hearing. The Occidental Guardian wanted them to conquer the Endless Grassland for her? They were confused about her reasoning and what led to such a decision. Though, they couldn't question as Persia's serene smile was too scary for them.
"Oh, come on, no need to be needlessly afraid. I treat my subordinates rather well. I know you want to understand why I wanted the Ogres and the Orks to conquer the Endless Grassland. The Inquisition has more things to handle than playing War in the Endless Grassland."
"This could also be a test for the Orks and Ogres. Depending on the results of the test, the Orks and Ogres might even be official citizens of Azathoth."
Persia wanted to send the Inquisitors to the Major Fronts. The Major Fronts would have more danger, and the Inquisitors would gain more experience in a real bloody battlefield. The Great War between the Occidental Region and the Endless Grassland was more or less like a babysitting play for the Great Ruler of Azathoth. She had everything in control, and the Inquisitors wouldn't feel danger and didn't have the need to be cautious.
What Persia wanted to say was that the Inquisitors were too strong. After sending them to the Major Fronts, Persia wanted them to take care of their weaker allies and try lessening the casualties in the Great War. They might need to limit themselves due to being surrounded by weak creatures, but it would be a good experience for them.
If the Inquisitors leave the Endless Grassland and join the remaining Major Fronts. Persia would need new subordinates that would take care of the Endless Grassland for her. It was better than the stupid plan of mass invasion. It wouldn't work as the scale of the Endless Grassland was a hundred times or a thousand times bigger than the Occidental Region.
It was why Persia called herself a dumb creature for sending the orders to invade the Endless Grassland with simply hundreds of Inquisitors. It would take them months to completely clear the Endless Grassland, and they wouldn't be able to reinforce the Major Fronts of the Great Forest.
"Then, May I ask for your gifts, Master? I will conquer the Endless Grassland for you along with the Ork Chief." Aife said with a calm voice. The Ork Chief turned his gaze towards her as Persia smirked upon hearing her words. The Gift of Persia was something that would increase the strength of the Ogres and the Orks a thousand folds.
It was a great gift that would defy wars.
"Since the two of you are quite excited with my gift. Why don't we start the ceremony." Persia said with a soothing voice as she activated a simple skill within her mind. It was the Contract Skill. It was a Demon Lord Skill that would help Persia on securing important contracts.
A single piece of Paper then emerged from the thin air. It was glowing brilliantly with its golden light. It was the contract paper, and the terms began to form on the illuminating Paper. Aife and the Ork Chief gazed upon the contract paper with an expression of disbelief. The pressure escaping from the contract paper was like a mountain pushing them downwards.
"This is known as the Contract. Whatever is written will be absolute, and reality would have to accept it. The Great Ruler of the Ogre and Ork will attend the Contract Ceremony. We would start giving the gifts, and the terms and agreements would be written with the sign of our true name written on the contract paper."
Aife and the Ork Chief gulped after hearing what the brilliant paper was. A paper that would manipulate reality to accept its terms. Such a powerful paper could make someone the strongest in the world. Never did they know, depending on the terms of the paper, the more reality-defying it was, the more energy it would consume.
"Anyone that breaks the contract will have their soul terminated from existence. I hope that none of you two would be foolish enough to betray me. After all, even I myself can't break the contract. It is more like a personal promise for me." Persia smirked as the contract paper finished writing the terms and agreements.
"Now, may I ask the names of you two. Your names are needed for your true names to get written on the contract." Persia asked with a soothing voice. Despite it being soothing, for the Great Ruler of the Orks and Ogres. It was more like the Devil's dangerous serene voice. A tempting voice that would make beings fall from their grace.
"My name is Aife, the current Great Ruler of the Ogre Clan." After saying such words, the true name of Aife got written on the contract paper. Persia then turned her gaze towards the Ork Chief. She was rather curious about his choice. After all, it was more like slavery for the Ogres and the Orks.
"My name is Madbrag, the Great Ruler of the Ork race." The Ork Chief Madbrag said with a calm yet gruff voice. After introducing his name, the Ork Chief's true name got written on the contract. With that, the true names of two Great Rulers of the Endless Grassland were written on the contract and were now under the command of the Occidental Guardian.
"The Great Ruler of the Ogre Clan Aife and the Great Ruler of the Ork Race Madbrag. The two of you have accepted the absolute contract of reality. You have agreed with the terms and agreement, concluding that you are worthy of accepting the gifts from me. Following the agreements, I shall bestow each of you a unique ability that would cover the whole race."
"Speaking of your race, the name of your race will change after the unique ability fuses itself with you. In respect of your former names, I shall name the Ogre Clan, Krogre, while also naming the Ork Race, Urk. They are not that different from your former names, but they can coincide with your gifts."
Persia smiled as the Aife and Madbrag shone with illuminating light. They weren't the only ones shining brilliantly. Every Ork and Ogres were releasing a golden light from their body that was synonymous with the golden light escaping from the contract paper.
"The Gift, the Krogre Clan, shall receive will be the ability known as Beserk. The More Bloodshed, the More Suffering, the More Violence, and finally, the More deaths the Krogre Clan brought on the battlefield. The stronger they become. They will be the warlords of the battlefields. The most perfect gift for the Krogre Clan." Persia smirked as Aife felt the strong change within her body.
The Ogres were changing. Their former evergreen skin was slowly changing into pale skin. They were turning more or less a humanoid with Ogre horns on their head. They also had pitch-black hair and were beautiful and handsome. As expected for an aspiring warrior race, they were grand and noble not only on the battlefield but in terms of appearance as well.
"The Gift, the Urk Race, would receive from me would be the ability known as Chaos Blood. The more an Urk bleeds, the more Urks would get born from the battlefield. They would continuously grow and would have overwhelming numbers. As long as one Urk survives, thousands would grow from his blood."
It was the Ork's turn to change. They were becoming less like Orks but more like Fantasy Demons instead. Giant Bodies, Horns, and Wings. They had violent faces and looked like stereotypical Demons that can be found in stories. With their ability to grow from the blood they shed, they resemble the old Demons of the Realm of Piksyon.
"Now that my Two Armies had been born. I hope the two of you work together and bring glory to Azathoth. Conquer the entirety of the Endless Grassland. Don't disappoint me.." Such were the last words of the Demon Lord as she faded from the Northern Outskirts.
Within the heavens atop the northern outskirts between the borders of the Occidental Region and the Endless Grassland, the Great Ruler of Azathoth perceived. She was gazing upon the Great Rulers of the Ogre and Ork with a smirking expression as if she had found some new toys she wanted to play. Of course, she wasn't in front of them so that she could make them her toys.The Great Ruler of Azathoth had something in mind. It was a lot more intriguing than playing with the Great Ruler of the Ogre and Ork. Exterminating all of them would be wasteful. Since they were the strongest races in the Endless Grassland. It would be better for them to be the subordinates of the Nation of Azathoth. The Ogre Clan was a warrior race that dated back to the First Great War. With this simple fact, it would be clear that the Occidental Guardian would want such a warrior race to be under her control. Their knowledge about war, no matter how outdated it was, would be useful. The Ork Race, on the other hand, was the race with a vast population within the Endless Grassland. Because they were near the border outskirts. It was easy for them to prosper, which was also why they wanted to conquer the Occidental Region for themselves. They were a simple race. They weren't especially dangerous though they did contribute a lot to the Great War."I'm glad that you would surrender and serve me without shedding wasteful bloodshed. As expected of the Great Rulers of the Ogres and the Orks. Now that you have sworn loyalty to me, It's time for me to reward you. You made the Great War interesting. My Inquisition has gained experience from it. And also, I want you to conquer the rest of the Endless Grassland for me." Aife and the Great Ruler of the Orks couldn't believe what they were hearing. The Occidental Guardian wanted them to conquer the Endless Grassland for her? They were confused about her reasoning and what led to such a decision. Though, they couldn't question as Persia's serene smile was too scary for them."Oh, come on, no need to be needlessly afraid. I treat my subordinates rather well. I know you want to understand why I wanted the Ogres and the Orks to conquer the Endless Grassland. The Inquisition has more things to handle than playing War in the Endless Grassland.""This could also be a test for the Orks and Ogres. Depending on the results of the test, the Orks and Ogres might even be official citizens of Azathoth."Persia wanted to send the Inquisitors to the Major Fronts. The Major Fronts would have more danger, and the Inquisitors would gain more experience in a real bloody battlefield. The Great War between the Occidental Region and the Endless Grassland was more or less like a babysitting play for the Great Ruler of Azathoth. She had everything in control, and the Inquisitors wouldn't feel danger and didn't have the need to be cautious. What Persia wanted to say was that the Inquisitors were too strong. After sending them to the Major Fronts, Persia wanted them to take care of their weaker allies and try lessening the casualties in the Great War. They might need to limit themselves due to being surrounded by weak creatures, but it would be a good experience for them.If the Inquisitors leave the Endless Grassland and join the remaining Major Fronts. Persia would need new subordinates that would take care of the Endless Grassland for her. It was better than the stupid plan of mass invasion. It wouldn't work as the scale of the Endless Grassland was a hundred times or a thousand times bigger than the Occidental Region. It was why Persia called herself a dumb creature for sending the orders to invade the Endless Grassland with simply hundreds of Inquisitors. It would take them months to completely clear the Endless Grassland, and they wouldn't be able to reinforce the Major Fronts of the Great Forest. "Then, May I ask for your gifts, Master? I will conquer the Endless Grassland for you along with the Ork Chief." Aife said with a calm voice. The Ork Chief turned his gaze towards her as Persia smirked upon hearing her words. The Gift of Persia was something that would increase the strength of the Ogres and the Orks a thousand folds. It was a great gift that would defy wars. "Since the two of you are quite excited with my gift. Why don't we start the ceremony." Persia said with a soothing voice as she activated a simple skill within her mind. It was the Contract Skill. It was a Demon Lord Skill that would help Persia on securing important contracts. A single piece of Paper then emerged from the thin air. It was glowing brilliantly with its golden light. It was the contract paper, and the terms began to form on the illuminating Paper. Aife and the Ork Chief gazed upon the contract paper with an expression of disbelief. The pressure escaping from the contract paper was like a mountain pushing them downwards. "This is known as the Contract. Whatever is written will be absolute, and reality would have to accept it. The Great Ruler of the Ogre and Ork will attend the Contract Ceremony. We would start giving the gifts, and the terms and agreements would be written with the sign of our true name written on the contract paper."Aife and the Ork Chief gulped after hearing what the brilliant paper was. A paper that would manipulate reality to accept its terms. Such a powerful paper could make someone the strongest in the world. Never did they know, depending on the terms of the paper, the more reality-defying it was, the more energy it would consume. "Anyone that breaks the contract will have their soul terminated from existence. I hope that none of you two would be foolish enough to betray me. After all, even I myself can't break the contract. It is more like a personal promise for me." Persia smirked as the contract paper finished writing the terms and agreements. "Now, may I ask the names of you two. Your names are needed for your true names to get written on the contract." Persia asked with a soothing voice. Despite it being soothing, for the Great Ruler of the Orks and Ogres. It was more like the Devil's dangerous serene voice. A tempting voice that would make beings fall from their grace. "My name is Aife, the current Great Ruler of the Ogre Clan." After saying such words, the true name of Aife got written on the contract paper. Persia then turned her gaze towards the Ork Chief. She was rather curious about his choice. After all, it was more like slavery for the Ogres and the Orks. "My name is Madbrag, the Great Ruler of the Ork race." The Ork Chief Madbrag said with a calm yet gruff voice. After introducing his name, the Ork Chief's true name got written on the contract. With that, the true names of two Great Rulers of the Endless Grassland were written on the contract and were now under the command of the Occidental Guardian."The Great Ruler of the Ogre Clan Aife and the Great Ruler of the Ork Race Madbrag. The two of you have accepted the absolute contract of reality. You have agreed with the terms and agreement, concluding that you are worthy of accepting the gifts from me. Following the agreements, I shall bestow each of you a unique ability that would cover the whole race." "Speaking of your race, the name of your race will change after the unique ability fuses itself with you. In respect of your former names, I shall name the Ogre Clan, Krogre, while also naming the Ork Race, Urk. They are not that different from your former names, but they can coincide with your gifts." Persia smiled as the Aife and Madbrag shone with illuminating light. They weren't the only ones shining brilliantly. Every Ork and Ogres were releasing a golden light from their body that was synonymous with the golden light escaping from the contract paper. "The Gift, the Krogre Clan, shall receive will be the ability known as Beserk. The More Bloodshed, the More Suffering, the More Violence, and finally, the More deaths the Krogre Clan brought on the battlefield. The stronger they become. They will be the warlords of the battlefields. The most perfect gift for the Krogre Clan." Persia smirked as Aife felt the strong change within her body. The Ogres were changing. Their former evergreen skin was slowly changing into pale skin. They were turning more or less a humanoid with Ogre horns on their head. They also had pitch-black hair and were beautiful and handsome. As expected for an aspiring warrior race, they were grand and noble not only on the battlefield but in terms of appearance as well. "The Gift, the Urk Race, would receive from me would be the ability known as Chaos Blood. The more an Urk bleeds, the more Urks would get born from the battlefield. They would continuously grow and would have overwhelming numbers. As long as one Urk survives, thousands would grow from his blood."It was the Ork's turn to change. They were becoming less like Orks but more like Fantasy Demons instead. Giant Bodies, Horns, and Wings. They had violent faces and looked like stereotypical Demons that can be found in stories. With their ability to grow from the blood they shed, they resemble the old Demons of the Realm of Piksyon."Now that my Two Armies had been born. I hope the two of you work together and bring glory to Azathoth. Conquer the entirety of the Endless Grassland. Don't disappoint me.." Such were the last words of the Demon Lord as she faded from the Northern Outskirts.
