Greetings Reader(s)!
I will tell you now this is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy it.
I wrote this because no one writes stories about evil armies its always the armies of good peace and joy so i'm going to write about the Orcs and their violent simplicity
(Also I like cliffies, you have been warned)
Ok time to start
Chapter 1
The sky grew dark over the battlefield. Bodies lay mutilated and strewn across the battlefield. Warriors cloaked in rags lie dead soaked in their own blood. Next to them lay greenskins some still alive un-able to move drowning in their own blood which was slowly seeping out of their bodies. Among this carnage there were few still alive pilling up the bodies to burn them. Yet some stared into the center of the battlefield watching what was going on there.
In the middle of the bloody battlefield two warriors fought. One from each side, one greenskin, one human. The human was faster and stronger raining down blow after blow upon the greenskin. The greenskin was able to block most of the blows but was quickly thrown back into a pile of dead bodies. The human jumped onto the pile and readied a killing blow for adversary. But the human lost his balance and fell down the pile eventually skidding to a stop at the bottom. The greenskin smiled his evil smile and leapt to his feet. He raised his choppa high above his head and brought it down with such amazing strength that the human's skull was smashed and what remained of it was splattered around what used to be the humans head. The greenskin stood up and bellowed a mighty WAAGH! Any human who had not left the battlefield did so at that time.
40,000 years later
The mighty orc warlord Skagrut sat in his throne and remembered his battle from so very long ago. Luckily since no other orc lived from that battle, he could lie about it all he wanted and no one would give it a second thought. After that battle he had returned to his tribe and took over by tossing the old boss off a cliff into a trolls nest. After he took over the tribe things began to change. The weapons the 'umies was using had gotten better. But the orcs weren't worried. They had killed the 'umies and taken a bunch of da weapons and made their own versions. No 'umie could stand up to his tribe now. They had become the strongest force ever. Nothing was ever a problem for them, besides anyone entering the throne room with bad news didn't live much longer. As soon as he remembered this an orc burst through the door and proclaimed loudly "Eh boss, wes gots a problem!"
Sorry this one was a little boring or short I was just setting up for future chapters
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