Holding the banner of challenge clearly visible in one hand, his greatsword in the other, Rex advanced towards towards the gate of the encampment in a relaxed manner. No sane person would believe that the young man was planning to combat and dominate not only regular feral orc warriors but wanted to take on an orc champion. The orcs, seing the aproaching man with the banner started howling, laughing and chanting. While the Silver chains in the distance had no idea as to the content of their cheers, Rex clearly understood what was being said. Amid the laughter and wild howls of exitement words like "challenger, warlord wanabee and new toy" was being trown around. Draining of orcs finaly brought over the understanding of their language.

Some fifty meters away from the gate Rex stabbed the banner in to the ground, stood next to it and in a display of arrogance stabeed the greatswords scabbard on the other side. Without drawing his one handed blade he raised his hands to the height of his shoulders extended sideways and exclaimed in the orc tongue "Come! Slake my thirst for battle, and grovel in defeat!" While the Silver chains didnt understand the words, they knew it was clearly an insult as the enraged screaming and all around ruckus was being raised in the outpost. It took less than a minute for the gates to swing wide open and a stream of orcs came out beating their weapons. 'Hot blooded and stupid' Rex thought, 'Guess its time to try out how it feels to be a bully cranked up to eleven.' Noticing that the champion had not come out yet, he stepped forward leaving the greatsword where it was, grinned menacingly and said in the orc tongue "None of you are worthy of the blade" Rex said pointing to the Champions sword. That elicited another anger filled growl chorus.

Then, the first orc showed its way through the crowd, big two handed axe in hands, fires or rage and pride glimmering in his eyes. This one was a rather big specimen, somewher around two point four meters height, and while he stood notibly taller than Rex, who was almost two meters of height himself, the disparity was nowhere near as big as it normaly be. "Puny hu- man. Rak-gul kills! feast on your heart" Rex sighed "Learn to speak your own language at the wery least." and inclined his body a bit forward, prepearing to strike. What he did not expect was a second orc coming out. A shaman from the staff it was carrying and the wolf head cowl he was wearing. Rex wondered wthats the deal here and seeing how the warrior stood, waiting for something, so did Rex. "Our champion does not meet any common rabble, coming with a challenge. In front of gods you will prove yourself worth, earn the right to challenge the mighty." "So i just have to destroy your trash untill the boss is willing to come himself?" Rex snikkered "I can do that. Come, entertain me." he continiued riling up the orc crowd. Shaman scowled, stabbed his staff in the ground and spoke "Go!". As soon as the shaman spoke ork charged at Rex and swung his battle axe. Rex dodged onder the swing and the moment the axe struck the ground with all the inertia of the swing, rex who was now at the orcs side smashed orcs ribs, cracing them and sending orc flying a few meters. "Get up weakling!" was all Rex said, stepped back and waited for orc to recover. It stood up gritting his teeth in pain, looking for his weapon wary of another attack while he was unarmed. Instead Rex just waited "Pick it up. I have more trash to pound. Hury up!" he spoke showing a slight tone of imapience. As soon as the orc reclaimed its weapon Rex dashed at it, sidestepping another overhead swing and performing a thigh kick than landed with such a resounding 'thump' his shin diggind in the unarmored thigh of the orc eliciting a shriek a pitch too high for a might orc warrior. This time rex didnt wait for orc to retrieve its weapon. Rex just advanced to the orc, and with a stomp broke one of its wrists. Another shriek, another stomp, another broken bone, and another shierk. The orc was shivering in shock from the brutal pain it just recieved. "Too weak, too ugly" Rex spoke, lifted the orcs axe and sung it ending the orcs like. Then he kicked the corpse aside, threw his weapon next to the corpse, turned to the shaman and in a chilling voice order "Next." A silence took hold over the clearing as Rex waited for his next training dummy. A minute later another orc was showed out of the group.

To Rex it seemed as if this one was just pushed out, it did not come to the forefront willingly, but Rex didnt care much for it. He was here for his warlords mark, and he had to be domineering to get it. So it didnt matter who he had to break, unless that someone was a real beaut, he would dismiss her and laugh her off to wait to warm his bed. A world of overwhelming power in the hands of single individuals, multiple humanoid races and slaves. A proper fantasy world. That means one thing, and once thing only. A collection had to be made. It just had to, but that was for later. First things first. Rex refocused on the warrior that was meakly stepping forward, understanding it had no other choice now. Just as badly armoured as the previous one, one handed axe in each hand. Rex still didnt draw his sword, hanging at this waist. He looked to shaman, one the warrior was close enough, and shaman initiated the battle. This time Rex dashed forward and as the orc was swinging trying to intercept, rex abruptly soped, pivoted avoidint the swing and delivered a crushing blow to this orc ribs as well. Unfortunatelty, this one was less lucky than the first one and the ribs not only cracked but broke, puncturing its lung. A wheezing could be heard as the orc struggled with breathing. some blood being coughed up, arms folded over the injured side. Rex tooke the dropped axes and with one swift movement ended the orc. "Untill your champion arives, send two at a time" Rex said "I am getting bored." he continued, kiking the second corpse near the first one. Such disregard for orc might did get a reaction from the shaman. He gritted his teeth at the humiliation, and said "Two at a time. Challenge was heard and accepted. GO!" he almost screamed the last word, and who orc fighters came out, primed and ready to fight. They both charged at Rex. Rex trew one of the axes and dashed at the orc he trew the axe at. The orc stood deflecting the axe, and right the next second rex grabed his weapon, then with his overwealming strenght pulled it aside and burried the second axe in the orcs head ending his life. The second orc tried to use that moment to inflict some sort of damage on Rex, but with a tilt of His body rex dodged the cut and grabed orcs hands. then a loud crunch resounded notifying the surrounding spectators of the stattering of orcs hands. Soon after the end of this orc also came. Just like the first one, this orc had a few more bones broken before it was killed. In a similar fashion a few more pairs of orcs were ended, Rex remaining silent, untill he spoke brutalizing another pair or orcs "Growel and submit, and the suffering will end". The tone of voice didnt sound arrogant or pridefull, it soundedcold and detached. As if what he said was only natural. Then something happened that stilled the surroundings. his eyes glowed releasing black energy from the corners of his eyes. "No, thats not right." Rex spoke in a hushed tone. His next words were of a mormal volume as if stating a fact "Your submission is irrelevant. My will is all that matters." Then a flash of energy behind him, a flash so pale, and corporeal, that only the shaman got a glimpse, then raised a hand, a magical cricle materialized in front of him and then chains, as if made of blood shot out from the circle. it hained up the two downed orcs, and rex spoke again "But you are not worhy" and realeased them. then he ended them. "Get your damned champion. Or is he a coward?" Rex said as he looked at the shaman. It shuddered, nodded signaled to a few orcs who quickly dissapeared behind the gate.

Rex was in his own thoughts. 'Is this blood magic? It felt like i could easily mark those two, make them submit. It sure as hell is not the warlord. From what Ainas group told me, warlords can sense how close to submission the targets are and if they can be broken. I sensed no such thing. It felt like claiming something weaker than me. No input neccesary of the other party. I just have to be stronger.' Rex mused while waiting for the champion. He stood next to the greatsword and decided to get a few test subjects from this camp once he takes down the champion. Rex didnt have to wait too long, some fifteen minutes later there was commotion at the gate. What appeared was an orc, two and a half meter high, walking mountain of muscles with displeased expression on his face. It was grumbling, clearly annoyed "You better have a damn good reason, I was about to claim Ira." "And where is she?" Rex asked, turning to the shaman "Bring her here, gotta see whats so special about that one, since she could distract a champion from bloody battle." the mocking in Rex's voice was apparent and that irritated the orc even more. Rex pulled out this greatswords sheathe from the ground, and drew the blade.

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"Since i achieved my primary goal, ill just end this as fast as posible." Rex spoke, and prepeared for battle. Noticing the greatsword, champions facial expression changed. All annoyance, arogance and scorn that was there dissapeared instantly, replaced with a grim expression. How could it not. That blade meant another champion had falled somewhere for the blade to be in humans hands. And champions were powerfull, not to mention the attitude with which his adversary was approaching their pending duel. It drew his own blade, tok his stance and held the balde with both hands. His opponent did the same. "Go" exclaimed shaman, and both fighters dashed forward, meeting their blades. Spark flew upon the clash of the swords, both fighters standing ground, not giving and inch, muscles tensed, trying to gain the upper hand in terms of strenght. at the same time both withdrew, and slashed again. Their swords clashed and clashed again for the next few minutes neither loosing their ground. Then the human started to parry the blows. redirecting the swords strikes of the champion. It seemed that his endurace was not as great as the champion, and bit by bit human was being pused back. Both the orcs and Silver chains looked with jaws hangling loose. How could a human, even if a true archon match a champion in strenght. A couple of minutes later both separated once again. The human had been on the defensice not blocking but parrying the blows. Champion was sure human was nearing his limits based on the last few minutes. His lust for battle and flesh had risen to the peak, and with a big grin he looked at the adventurer party in the distance, then looked at the orcs and noticed his previous interupted engagement. "Once im done here, we will continue what was interupted." He spoke, lust and excitement apparent in his voice. rex looked in the same dirrection champion did and noticed a unique specimen of the feral orcs he has been slaughtering for the past few days.

A young woman or the orc race. Slight green shade skin, she was aproximetly one point nine meters tall with long, toned and slender legs. Thighs, just thick enough to be the best lap pillow one could want, well shaped juicy and firm ass, slight abdominal muscles, showing that the girl was working on her physical form quite a bit, but that was to be expected from a hunter gatherer style tribes. Magnificent, firm D sized breasts that had no sag, Rex attributed that to the magical properties of the nonhuman races. Red, lush, fiery waist lenght hair, braided in a single braid contrasted wonderfully with her skin elevating her beauty even more. Beatifull and youthfull face with almost non existant tusks that were so indicative of orcs. "Ira" Rex spoke and the stunning girl suddenly looked at him at the mention of her name "I'l take her once im done with you" Rex continued noticing the suprise in her face hearing human speak orc tongue. The champion howled in laughter "You can even match me anymore, show me how you will take her!" and refocused on the human. He was ready to finish the fight and get to celebrating. He swiped the worked up sweat from his forehead and charged in with full force. With and overhead swing the champion wanted the drive the human to his knees, but to his suprise the man met the strike, bloking it. The blades clashed, none of the fighters giving up and then the man spoke in a hushed tone that only the champion could hear "worked up a sweat, did you?" he smirked, removed his right hand from the greatswords hilt, then with only his left hand pused both the blade and the champion upwards with quite a fast motion as if he was pushing back a kid and with a swith motion that the champion coudnt react to used his right hand to draw his one handed sword that was on his waist and slashed across the orcs legs cutting bone deep, elicitng howl of pain from the champion.

"Guess i can no longer work up a sweat with a single champion" Rex said, and only now did the champion noticed that his oponent hadnt shed a single drop, as if this wasnt strenous at all. the next monent human was right next to tim and with a quick motion, his arm fell to the ground, cleanly cut off. Orc champion registered it only a few seconds later and another scream followed. Next minute was a rather savage display of might as the man tore the remaining three limbs of the champion with sheer brute force thoroughly intimidating the rest of the orcs. The champion, now limbless in shock and quickly bleeing out, still alive only because Rex hadnt destroyed his most wvital organd was ended with his own sword, stabbed through the heart. "Come here Ira" Rex spoke seeing the absolute silence in the clearing "I am taking my spoils, one way or another. How many of your tribesmen dies today depens on you." The girl flinched and moved quickly, rused next to rex and got on her knees head lowered not daring to look up, waiting for what follows. Rex then looked at the crowd and noticed another decent looking young orc woman. Nothing like Ira, but decent looking enough. Then he pointed at her and said "You, wioth the raven colored hair in the corner too." The second girl flinched and got rooted in place with fear. the other orcs around her, fearing for their lives pushed her forward, waking her from her stupor. Not willing to anger the monster any more she scurried forth and kneeled besides Ira. "Name" Rex questioned, and the girl flinched once again and answered "Liraht-Gul". "Too mouthflull" rex spoke, raised his hand, his eyes gloved with black energy one again on his call, the spell cricle burst to light beneath his feet, and the bloodlike chains made their appearance one again. their wrapped around Liraht, with one becoming ethereal and stabing her the the chest, but the girl felt no physical pain. All she felt was a metaphysical chain latching onto her being, Giving her understanding of her state, "Liraht-Gul is a mouthfull, Your name is Lira from now on." Seeing as the process was perfect Rex repeated the same process with Ira, not giving her new name as he believed the name was nice enough. He wanted to test something. Since he was using blood magic to enslave the girls he tried to impart the common language to them through the binding. and so he spoke in common, not orkish, "get up and stand behind me" . "Yes master." both responded in clear common. Rex was super pleased, his awakening to this element made him quite happy as it was thousand times better than getting warlord mark. Not only was blood magic rare and guarded secret by those that new it, the affinity for it was just as rare and the slave masters were ready to sell their dauthers and mothers to get acsess to those with the potential of blood magic. Blood enslaving was not the only use of blood magic. Arguably even more valued were the blood contarcts. Contracs so binding that there were no way to cheat such contracts, and the most influential people used such contracts in the most serious of cases.

Rex turned to the shaman and spoke "You are lucky, Ira and lira here have quelled my bloodlust for now, you get to live." Rex sheated his swords then did the same for the other champions greatsword "grab the banner, he said to Lira. We are leaving." Then he turned to champions corpse, touched it, and it was disintegrated into mana dust. "Arrogant you were, but you get at least this much respect." Spoke Rex in orcish, turned away and went in the dirrection of Silver chains, his newly quired slaves following him closely. Once his group of three reached Silver chains party, he scratched the back of his neck and spoke "Since you didnt get any loot from the champions guardians ill provide my assistance on our way to the next gate out of town, if you are okay with it. Here's your sword, as agreed." he extended his hand with the newly aquired sword and handed it over to Aina. "Okay" she responded "Was that slavery magic? Or blood? And if you had it why would you care for warlords mark?" she asked confused. The previous two were leagues above warlords mark. Why would he need inferior skill? "Just learned it then and there." Rex responded "It just came to me as naturaly as breathing" he added. "Enlightment" one of Ainas party members muttered. Rex raised an eyebrow looking in the persons dirrection. Aina, understanding Rex gesture quickly rushed to explain "Sometimes, in certain conditions people with extremly high affinity for certain magic school can instinctively tap into said magic. As if gaining enlightment unlocking certain skills or deeper understanding. Nobody knows for certain why or when it gets triggered, but its a great blessing." "Cant disagree with that. I would apreciate if this stays between us though." Aina noded in agreement to Rex's question "Shall we go then? Or is there something else you need to do before we head to the Recall Tori?". " We would like for your assistance in securing some more slaves for our warlord on our way back, if thats all right with you" Aina spoke, and Rex nodded in agreementwith her, picking up his backpack he had left here when he went to initiate the challenge adding "Just tell me what i have to do and ill try my best". With that the party left the outpost and advanced, looking for the Return Tori while filling out Silver chains warlord marks holder capacity. Rex picked up two more orc women. If Ira Is eleven out of then, Lira would be six, and the two other he picked up would be sixes as well. Rex noticed that enslaving with his mark was quite easy, but that was because he was leagues above the orcs, and as such the energy he spent was rather insignificant, and draining a few orcs neglected the expenditure easily.