"Destroy the abomination swarm and bring their corpse back! All of you shall follow the Chieftain's order!" Yzak said. The Abominaculm Sword in his hand radiates an intense light as he copied Cullen Azog's posture.
And as he shouts, the force of Exalt within him spreads outward like spiderwebs and connects him with the other Orc Warriors. This is known as Psychic Weave, one of the tens or hundreds of abilities granted to those capable of wielding the Exalt Force.
As of right now, Yzak's position is even above Tarzul. This happened because his power was enhanced by the two Abominaculm parts attached to him. But strength still plays a vital role amongst the hierarchy of the orcs.
Even without an Abominaculm part on him, Tarzul still capable of keeping his position as the second in command.
Still holding the other Scale Champion in one hand, Tarzul fiercely slammed the creature down into the shallow water and stepped on top of its chest. The feeling of having his authority challenged after Yzak and the other Orc Warrior's arrival made Tarzul positionally threatened.
"Grun!!! Thar!!!" Tarzul decided to use his proudest strength to handle the remaining Scale Champion under his foot. And since the two were given a piece of that weird-looking equipment after hunting one, won't he be given two if he brings the entire corpse back on his own?
He appeared to be drenched with blue blood when Tarzul pulled the Scale Champion's head out along with its spine. The abomination soldiers quickly scattered and swam into the water the moment the last Scale Champion was killed. It was like fear was spread into the creature's mind after the pack leader was decapitated by force.
"Huh... - Huh..." Tarzul pants while the spine and head of the Scale Champion are still in his grasp. The feeling of Exalt running in his body is getting sharper with each jolt over his sore muscles.
"Something... Is wrong..." Tarzul grabbed the corpse and returned to the hunter's camp.
It was much more peaceful that night. Perhaps losing two Scale Champion at once did cause some damage to the abomination hives. As for the tallest Orc Warrior sleeping in a secluded corner, a small part of his body is started to change.
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"Mother," Cullen Azog pushed the door to his mother's room. It was mildly decorated with eccentric trinkets, such as gems, goblets, bones from some creatures, and some ores.
"Come in," Rosie Cullen answered. She's still seated on a chair combing her hair after her son came in. It seems that she's been expecting him for a while.
"My child looks better now. It seems that becoming a leader fits you." Rosie Cullen smiled. "There should be something else you want to ask me. What is it?"
"I want to know if you can help me with pacifies the people moving into our village soon. There will be around a hundred women. The majority of them will be human, but there are five ogres amongst them." Cullen Azog said.
"And then?" Rosie Cullen continued to comb her hair. The way she speaks made her seem mysterious in front of Cullen Azog out of sudden.
"Your son wants to expand the number of orcs. Can the mother help?" Cullen Azog stares at his mother's eyes with a calm and decisive look on his face. Few questions were going around his mind at this instant.
His intense gaze made Rosie Cullen stopped combing her hair. Staring back at her child, she gave out a smile before leaving her seat.
"I will talk to them. You should get the craftsmen to get ready the building ready unless you're intended to let them live outside of the houses," she said.
"It will be done, mother. I'll rely on you." Cullen Azog finished his words and left the room after that.
"Hahaha... To think that I, who was once treated like them, was now in control of it. What a weird feeling..." Rosie Cullen placed the comb she was using on top of the shelf as she retreated back to her bed made from straws.
"I hope there's a few amongst them with some Exalt Force. This way, my child could create a few quarter-orc hybrids."
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The sunlight was the first to greets Tarzul the moment he opened his eyes. Feeling that the heat is somewhat too much, the warrior lifted a hand up to obstruct the blinding light.
"Grun?" He noticed that his hand seems broader than how it was supposed to be. Moving the finger one by one, his brain finally perceived that this hand indeed belongs to him. But the question is, how can it be twice the size of his face?
He immediately gets on his feet. Even standing up was much easier as he doesn't need to put too much effort to push himself up from the ground. Looking at the shadow of his, Tarzul noticed that his arm is indeed a few inches longer.
It was as comfortable as if nothing had changed.
If he were to look for a fault from all these changes, it would be the mind itself. That's because it felt so natural. The weird feeling comes once more when he crashed into the meal area to grab some grubs for his empty stomach.
Everyone was giving him a weird look about his slightly longer arms and broader palm. But in this camp, only three personnel felt more than just weirdness from Tarzul's changes.
Edward Pinnacle.
Yzak.
And the other Orc Warrior named Salias.
To the trio, Tarzul has changed into a completely different being. That shows how different is the Exalt Force they're capable of harnessing. Edward's control over the force is as smooth as droplets of water. This gave him the ability to control the Exalt Force by imbuing his weapon and projectile with inextinguishable flames.
In Yzak's case, his control over the Exalt Force allowed him to use the Psychic Weave like Cullen Azog to communicate with all his fellow tribesmen. He's also capable of imbuing his Abominaculm Sword to make it much sharper.
As for Salias, his control over the Exalt Force is almost non-existent. If it weren't for the fact he was blessed with an Abominaculm Armguard, he's likely going to be the same as the others. But with that armguard in his hand, he could at least rouse the spirit of the other Orc Warriors nearby whenever he shouts.
But none of their control over the Exalt Force is comparable to Tarzul right now. Even all three of them were to combine their strength, it was just a minuscule part of Tarzul's Exalt Force that spreading out like a tower of flames.
'This fellow... Like his Chieftain... He's a monster on his own.' Edward Pinnacle's hand shivered. If it's not because he knew Tarzul, he might be the first person to escape from this place right now.