Chapter 280: 045 – Tribal Meeting 2
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The Clan chiefs all nodded in recognition of Rupid Kurt.
Xolag smiled and continued, "As you can all guess, his success made him an enemy of many, and due to his growing power, the powers of the great towns allowed some of the other growing houses to expand their power,"
"The house's that grew the most are House Hauton and House Brock, and now that Rupid Kurt has been outcasted they plan to make a big move to take his territories,"
"But unfortunately they lack the power to compete with House Kurt," Xolag explained the situation with a smile.
"If you ask me all this talk about an orc noble appearing in House Kurt's territories is merely a ruse to distract House Kurt from their movements,"
"Once their attack on House Kurt is completed this nonsense about an orc noble running a mock will disappear, there is absolutely nothing for us to concern ourselves about," he said with a smug smile as if stating that all of them were fools for taking this so seriously.
But some of the orc chiefs shook their heads, they felt like Xolag was underestimating the humans.
The green flames flickered of the black granite seats of the orcs as they looked around in contemplation.
They knew the humans well, even if this entire thing was just a rumour spread by the humans, it wouldn't be surprising if once the humans achieved their goals, they tried to pin the blame for the upheaval on them.
It wouldn't be impossible for them to possess some noble orc that they turned into a slave, they'd make that orc act as the evidence of an orc invasion, before executing it before the masses as the perpetrator of the upheaval.
Then the humans would try to use the seize-fire agreement between the humans and orcs as a means to demand an astronomical compensation fee, for an invasion attempt and for civil unrest.
It would merely be one of the human's fancy ways of extorting them.
Similar thoughts ran through the head of the orc chiefs.
"I say that we use the preparations for the desolation as a means to absolve ourselves of this mess," Nazlow put his idea forward, "The humans won't have a choice but to give up on demanding anything from us, until the desolation is resolved, and it could be decades before the desolation is brought to an end," Nazlow said with a cunning smile.
The humans were indeed masters of deception, but he studied their ways enough to use their own tactics against them.
However his suggestion was meet with scepticism, orcs were after all a hot blooded race, they didn't like shying away from fights even if they knew it was for the best, orcs like Nazlow who knew restraint were a rare breed.
It was then that one of the orc chiefs smashed his fist against the arm rest, it was Clan chief Borug of the Boar tribe who always dawned his massive black armour and helm that slotted perfectly over his head and his two massive tusks.
"I say we let the humans send their envoys, and at that time we smash them to pieces, and send their remains back to the humans, to act as a reminder that we are not some push overs," he bellowed out with a mighty roar.
The other clan chiefs let out loud howls of agreement at the idea as they smashed their fists against their chests with their blood pumping wildly.
Nazlow frowned as he looked around the room, aside from the Kell and Chieftess Gimora of the Redskull tribe, the other three seemed to be in agreement, including Xolag.
The Kell would only speak once they completed their discussions, after listening to all the chiefs, he would make the final decision, so far only one of the Clan chiefs had yet to say anything, with that in mind he turned to look at Chieftess Gimora with a troubled expression.
Seeing that Gimora wasn't shouting in agreement was the most disturbing thing to him, she was without a doubt the most hot blooded of all the Clan chiefs, the fact that she was just watching with an amused smiled only served to fill him with concern.
'I have to put an end to this before she says anything,' he thought.
"We need to keep our focus on preparing for the desolation, we don't have time to start some squabble with the humans, or have you forgotten that we need to work together with the humans at Tower Guard fortress, if we want any chance of stopping the first wave," Nazlow grunted and smashed his fist against the armrest.
Borug grunted at him with disdain and opened his mouth saying the 'c' word, a word that know orc, not even the most passive of orcs could take without going blind with rage,
"Coward," Borug spat at him in ridicule, "Since when have we the noble orcs become afraid of the humans?" he roared opening his mouth wide and aiming his tusks at Nazlow in a stance of a challenge.
The orc chiefs all looked on with wide eyes, as they turned to look at Nazlow, they saw that he had long since left his seat and threw a solid hook at Borug.
The orc chiefs eyes lit up with joy as they watched the exchange, it just wasn't a meeting of chiefs until a fight broke out.
Under Nazlow's powerful steps the entire reinforced skyscraper sway violently, then his fist caught Borug square in the jaw.
Borug's massive body was lifted of his feet as he shot through the air smashing through his black granite seat, turning it into a heap of rubble.
The entire reinforced building shuddered under the impact.
Borug rolled over on the ground and crawled back to his feet, he dusted off bits of dust that got on his armour, and flashed Nazlow a bloody grin, "At least you still know how to use your fists," he barked and a layer of red aura manifested all over his body.
Borug charged with the force of a mountain, his every step cracked the ground beneath his feet and made the air tremble as he charged at Nazlow.
The other chiefs watched with racing blood as Nazlow emitted an identical red aura, as he braced himself to take on Borug's charge head on, say what you will about Nazlow being a smart orc, but he was also an excellent fighter.
As Borug closed the gap and their aura's touched, sparks were shot out that threatened to make the air split all around them.
But suddenly a new overwhelming power erupted enshrouding the entire room and forced the two battling orcs to the ground.
"Are you to still hatchlings that need me to whip your asses?" the person at centre of the pressure, loudly berated the two, it was none other than the Kell who oversaw the meeting in silence.
"How many times do you need reminding that if you want to fight you take it a hundred miles out of the city?" he said giving the two a solid thwack on the back of their heads.
They shudder from the humiliation of being thwacked like they were unruly children at this age but they did understand why the Kell was so angry, the last time the chiefs had a little scuffle, they had to relocate the core region of the city, because they levelled the entire area, and caused tremors throughout the entire city.
"We beg the forgiveness of master Kell," the two said struggling to their knees and bowing to the Kell.
Kell Grimlock shook his head in disappointment at the two, as he made his way back to his seat, he still maintained his pressure and looked at each of the chiefs with a disappointed gaze.
Were they not the one's that were supposed to break of the fight before any damage happened yet they watched on with excitement, silently cheering both side on.
The chiefs shudder under the pressure and lowered their heads in shame when they met the Kell's eyes.
Xolag and Mor both shifted their heads away from the gaze of their Kell, but Gimora was different she looked directly back with a smile on her face.
Kell Grimlock looked at her with widened eyes, she wasn't being suppress by his life hierarchy suppression, "Have you…" he started to ask with a joyous tone.
The change in the Kell's voice didn't go unnoticed by the clan chiefs who all turned with difficulty to look at Gimora with surprise etched across their face's.
However, she slowly shook her head, "Not yet," she answered, but behind her eyes they could see a flame blazing brightly filled with confidence and determination as she clenched her fist.
"I just need one final push," she said solemnly and smiled.
The chiefs all looked at Gimora's smile with dazed looks in their eyes, female orcs weren't born with tusks so their smiles could reach their entire face.
As far as orc beauties went Gimora was unfortunately not at the top, yet her over flowing vigour and status made her the centre of every orc male's attention including and not limited to the chiefs of the four Clans.
Not to mention that seeing her smile was a rare thing, which showed just how confident she was in her ability to take the next step and become a Kell.
"I remember the days when east Mithland was called North Vraga!" she said slowly climbing out of her seat.
"I want those days to return!" she declared.
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The Clan chiefs all nodded in recognition of Rupid Kurt.
Xolag smiled and continued, "As you can all guess, his success made him an enemy of many, and due to his growing power, the powers of the great towns allowed some of the other growing houses to expand their power,"
"The house's that grew the most are House Hauton and House Brock, and now that Rupid Kurt has been outcasted they plan to make a big move to take his territories,"
"But unfortunately they lack the power to compete with House Kurt," Xolag explained the situation with a smile.
"If you ask me all this talk about an orc noble appearing in House Kurt's territories is merely a ruse to distract House Kurt from their movements,"
"Once their attack on House Kurt is completed this nonsense about an orc noble running a mock will disappear, there is absolutely nothing for us to concern ourselves about," he said with a smug smile as if stating that all of them were fools for taking this so seriously.
But some of the orc chiefs shook their heads, they felt like Xolag was underestimating the humans.
The green flames flickered of the black granite seats of the orcs as they looked around in contemplation.
They knew the humans well, even if this entire thing was just a rumour spread by the humans, it wouldn't be surprising if once the humans achieved their goals, they tried to pin the blame for the upheaval on them.
It wouldn't be impossible for them to possess some noble orc that they turned into a slave, they'd make that orc act as the evidence of an orc invasion, before executing it before the masses as the perpetrator of the upheaval.
Then the humans would try to use the seize-fire agreement between the humans and orcs as a means to demand an astronomical compensation fee, for an invasion attempt and for civil unrest.
It would merely be one of the human's fancy ways of extorting them.
Similar thoughts ran through the head of the orc chiefs.
"I say that we use the preparations for the desolation as a means to absolve ourselves of this mess," Nazlow put his idea forward, "The humans won't have a choice but to give up on demanding anything from us, until the desolation is resolved, and it could be decades before the desolation is brought to an end," Nazlow said with a cunning smile.
The humans were indeed masters of deception, but he studied their ways enough to use their own tactics against them.
However his suggestion was meet with scepticism, orcs were after all a hot blooded race, they didn't like shying away from fights even if they knew it was for the best, orcs like Nazlow who knew restraint were a rare breed.
It was then that one of the orc chiefs smashed his fist against the arm rest, it was Clan chief Borug of the Boar tribe who always dawned his massive black armour and helm that slotted perfectly over his head and his two massive tusks.
"I say we let the humans send their envoys, and at that time we smash them to pieces, and send their remains back to the humans, to act as a reminder that we are not some push overs," he bellowed out with a mighty roar.
The other clan chiefs let out loud howls of agreement at the idea as they smashed their fists against their chests with their blood pumping wildly.
Nazlow frowned as he looked around the room, aside from the Kell and Chieftess Gimora of the Redskull tribe, the other three seemed to be in agreement, including Xolag.
The Kell would only speak once they completed their discussions, after listening to all the chiefs, he would make the final decision, so far only one of the Clan chiefs had yet to say anything, with that in mind he turned to look at Chieftess Gimora with a troubled expression.
Seeing that Gimora wasn't shouting in agreement was the most disturbing thing to him, she was without a doubt the most hot blooded of all the Clan chiefs, the fact that she was just watching with an amused smiled only served to fill him with concern.
'I have to put an end to this before she says anything,' he thought.
"We need to keep our focus on preparing for the desolation, we don't have time to start some squabble with the humans, or have you forgotten that we need to work together with the humans at Tower Guard fortress, if we want any chance of stopping the first wave," Nazlow grunted and smashed his fist against the armrest.
Borug grunted at him with disdain and opened his mouth saying the 'c' word, a word that know orc, not even the most passive of orcs could take without going blind with rage,
"Coward," Borug spat at him in ridicule, "Since when have we the noble orcs become afraid of the humans?" he roared opening his mouth wide and aiming his tusks at Nazlow in a stance of a challenge.
The orc chiefs all looked on with wide eyes, as they turned to look at Nazlow, they saw that he had long since left his seat and threw a solid hook at Borug.
The orc chiefs eyes lit up with joy as they watched the exchange, it just wasn't a meeting of chiefs until a fight broke out.
Under Nazlow's powerful steps the entire reinforced skyscraper sway violently, then his fist caught Borug square in the jaw.
Borug's massive body was lifted of his feet as he shot through the air smashing through his black granite seat, turning it into a heap of rubble.
The entire reinforced building shuddered under the impact.
Borug rolled over on the ground and crawled back to his feet, he dusted off bits of dust that got on his armour, and flashed Nazlow a bloody grin, "At least you still know how to use your fists," he barked and a layer of red aura manifested all over his body.
Borug charged with the force of a mountain, his every step cracked the ground beneath his feet and made the air tremble as he charged at Nazlow.
The other chiefs watched with racing blood as Nazlow emitted an identical red aura, as he braced himself to take on Borug's charge head on, say what you will about Nazlow being a smart orc, but he was also an excellent fighter.
As Borug closed the gap and their aura's touched, sparks were shot out that threatened to make the air split all around them.
But suddenly a new overwhelming power erupted enshrouding the entire room and forced the two battling orcs to the ground.
"Are you to still hatchlings that need me to whip your asses?" the person at centre of the pressure, loudly berated the two, it was none other than the Kell who oversaw the meeting in silence.
"How many times do you need reminding that if you want to fight you take it a hundred miles out of the city?" he said giving the two a solid thwack on the back of their heads.
They shudder from the humiliation of being thwacked like they were unruly children at this age but they did understand why the Kell was so angry, the last time the chiefs had a little scuffle, they had to relocate the core region of the city, because they levelled the entire area, and caused tremors throughout the entire city.
"We beg the forgiveness of master Kell," the two said struggling to their knees and bowing to the Kell.
Kell Grimlock shook his head in disappointment at the two, as he made his way back to his seat, he still maintained his pressure and looked at each of the chiefs with a disappointed gaze.
Were they not the one's that were supposed to break of the fight before any damage happened yet they watched on with excitement, silently cheering both side on.
The chiefs shudder under the pressure and lowered their heads in shame when they met the Kell's eyes.
Xolag and Mor both shifted their heads away from the gaze of their Kell, but Gimora was different she looked directly back with a smile on her face.
Kell Grimlock looked at her with widened eyes, she wasn't being suppress by his life hierarchy suppression, "Have you…" he started to ask with a joyous tone.
The change in the Kell's voice didn't go unnoticed by the clan chiefs who all turned with difficulty to look at Gimora with surprise etched across their face's.
However, she slowly shook her head, "Not yet," she answered, but behind her eyes they could see a flame blazing brightly filled with confidence and determination as she clenched her fist.
"I just need one final push," she said solemnly and smiled.
The chiefs all looked at Gimora's smile with dazed looks in their eyes, female orcs weren't born with tusks so their smiles could reach their entire face.
As far as orc beauties went Gimora was unfortunately not at the top, yet her over flowing vigour and status made her the centre of every orc male's attention including and not limited to the chiefs of the four Clans.
Not to mention that seeing her smile was a rare thing, which showed just how confident she was in her ability to take the next step and become a Kell.
"I remember the days when east Mithland was called North Vraga!" she said slowly climbing out of her seat.
"I want those days to return!" she declared.
The Clan chiefs all nodded in recognition of Rupid Kurt.Xolag smiled and continued, "As you can all guess, his success made him an enemy of many, and due to his growing power, the powers of the great towns allowed some of the other growing houses to expand their power,""The house's that grew the most are House Hauton and House Brock, and now that Rupid Kurt has been outcasted they plan to make a big move to take his territories,""But unfortunately they lack the power to compete with House Kurt," Xolag explained the situation with a smile."If you ask me all this talk about an orc noble appearing in House Kurt's territories is merely a ruse to distract House Kurt from their movements,""Once their attack on House Kurt is completed this nonsense about an orc noble running a mock will disappear, there is absolutely nothing for us to concern ourselves about," he said with a smug smile as if stating that all of them were fools for taking this so seriously.But some of the orc chiefs shook their heads, they felt like Xolag was underestimating the humans.The green flames flickered of the black granite seats of the orcs as they looked around in contemplation.They knew the humans well, even if this entire thing was just a rumour spread by the humans, it wouldn't be surprising if once the humans achieved their goals, they tried to pin the blame for the upheaval on them.It wouldn't be impossible for them to possess some noble orc that they turned into a slave, they'd make that orc act as the evidence of an orc invasion, before executing it before the masses as the perpetrator of the upheaval.Then the humans would try to use the seize-fire agreement between the humans and orcs as a means to demand an astronomical compensation fee, for an invasion attempt and for civil unrest.It would merely be one of the human's fancy ways of extorting them.Similar thoughts ran through the head of the orc chiefs."I say that we use the preparations for the desolation as a means to absolve ourselves of this mess," Nazlow put his idea forward, "The humans won't have a choice but to give up on demanding anything from us, until the desolation is resolved, and it could be decades before the desolation is brought to an end," Nazlow said with a cunning smile.The humans were indeed masters of deception, but he studied their ways enough to use their own tactics against them.However his suggestion was meet with scepticism, orcs were after all a hot blooded race, they didn't like shying away from fights even if they knew it was for the best, orcs like Nazlow who knew restraint were a rare breed.It was then that one of the orc chiefs smashed his fist against the arm rest, it was Clan chief Borug of the Boar tribe who always dawned his massive black armour and helm that slotted perfectly over his head and his two massive tusks."I say we let the humans send their envoys, and at that time we smash them to pieces, and send their remains back to the humans, to act as a reminder that we are not some push overs," he bellowed out with a mighty roar.The other clan chiefs let out loud howls of agreement at the idea as they smashed their fists against their chests with their blood pumping wildly.Nazlow frowned as he looked around the room, aside from the Kell and Chieftess Gimora of the Redskull tribe, the other three seemed to be in agreement, including Xolag.The Kell would only speak once they completed their discussions, after listening to all the chiefs, he would make the final decision, so far only one of the Clan chiefs had yet to say anything, with that in mind he turned to look at Chieftess Gimora with a troubled expression.Seeing that Gimora wasn't shouting in agreement was the most disturbing thing to him, she was without a doubt the most hot blooded of all the Clan chiefs, the fact that she was just watching with an amused smiled only served to fill him with concern.'I have to put an end to this before she says anything,' he thought."We need to keep our focus on preparing for the desolation, we don't have time to start some squabble with the humans, or have you forgotten that we need to work together with the humans at Tower Guard fortress, if we want any chance of stopping the first wave," Nazlow grunted and smashed his fist against the armrest.Borug grunted at him with disdain and opened his mouth saying the 'c' word, a word that know orc, not even the most passive of orcs could take without going blind with rage,"Coward," Borug spat at him in ridicule, "Since when have we the noble orcs become afraid of the humans?" he roared opening his mouth wide and aiming his tusks at Nazlow in a stance of a challenge.The orc chiefs all looked on with wide eyes, as they turned to look at Nazlow, they saw that he had long since left his seat and threw a solid hook at Borug.The orc chiefs eyes lit up with joy as they watched the exchange, it just wasn't a meeting of chiefs until a fight broke out.Under Nazlow's powerful steps the entire reinforced skyscraper sway violently, then his fist caught Borug square in the jaw.Borug's massive body was lifted of his feet as he shot through the air smashing through his black granite seat, turning it into a heap of rubble.The entire reinforced building shuddered under the impact.Borug rolled over on the ground and crawled back to his feet, he dusted off bits of dust that got on his armour, and flashed Nazlow a bloody grin, "At least you still know how to use your fists," he barked and a layer of red aura manifested all over his body.Borug charged with the force of a mountain, his every step cracked the ground beneath his feet and made the air tremble as he charged at Nazlow.The other chiefs watched with racing blood as Nazlow emitted an identical red aura, as he braced himself to take on Borug's charge head on, say what you will about Nazlow being a smart orc, but he was also an excellent fighter.As Borug closed the gap and their aura's touched, sparks were shot out that threatened to make the air split all around them.But suddenly a new overwhelming power erupted enshrouding the entire room and forced the two battling orcs to the ground."Are you to still hatchlings that need me to whip your asses?" the person at centre of the pressure, loudly berated the two, it was none other than the Kell who oversaw the meeting in silence."How many times do you need reminding that if you want to fight you take it a hundred miles out of the city?" he said giving the two a solid thwack on the back of their heads.They shudder from the humiliation of being thwacked like they were unruly children at this age but they did understand why the Kell was so angry, the last time the chiefs had a little scuffle, they had to relocate the core region of the city, because they levelled the entire area, and caused tremors throughout the entire city."We beg the forgiveness of master Kell," the two said struggling to their knees and bowing to the Kell.Kell Grimlock shook his head in disappointment at the two, as he made his way back to his seat, he still maintained his pressure and looked at each of the chiefs with a disappointed gaze.Were they not the one's that were supposed to break of the fight before any damage happened yet they watched on with excitement, silently cheering both side on.The chiefs shudder under the pressure and lowered their heads in shame when they met the Kell's eyes.Xolag and Mor both shifted their heads away from the gaze of their Kell, but Gimora was different she looked directly back with a smile on her face.Kell Grimlock looked at her with widened eyes, she wasn't being suppress by his life hierarchy suppression, "Have you" he started to ask with a joyous tone.The change in the Kell's voice didn't go unnoticed by the clan chiefs who all turned with difficulty to look at Gimora with surprise etched across their face's.However, she slowly shook her head, "Not yet," she answered, but behind her eyes they could see a flame blazing brightly filled with confidence and determination as she clenched her fist."I just need one final push," she said solemnly and smiled.The chiefs all looked at Gimora's smile with dazed looks in their eyes, female orcs weren't born with tusks so their smiles could reach their entire face.As far as orc beauties went Gimora was unfortunately not at the top, yet her over flowing vigour and status made her the centre of every orc male's attention including and not limited to the chiefs of the four Clans.Not to mention that seeing her smile was a rare thing, which showed just how confident she was in her ability to take the next step and become a Kell."I remember the days when east Mithland was called North Vraga!" she said slowly climbing out of her seat."I want those days to return!" she declared.
