Chapter 1039 Morgrak Hold
Surprisingly, the speech had a very positive impact on the entire army.
It was all thanks to Ryze's beautiful approach, making him seem more similar and relatable in terms of personal background with each individual soldier. Despite the soldiers coming from varying backgrounds, there was one single thing they had in common.
A red thread that connected them with the others.
Ryze was able to decipher that red thread connecting them as their view on Rex.
Since most of them came from the Burton and Hestar Family, they must've had a very strong bond with the head family, Sir Daniel and Lady Lauren. Assuming that was the correct move, as they were loyal enough to abandon their home.
Leaving the human territory, the place that protected them for years must've been difficult.
But their loyalty prevails and they end up here.
In the past, when Rex was still dealing with the 25 Golden Crrest Families, he was also close with not only the head families but also the descendants. Naturally, the Awakened definitely heard some things about Rex from them.
With Sir Daniel and Lady Lauren volunteering to come here, they must've favored Rex.
Reflecting the family they serve, the Awakened would also favor Rex.
From those quick assumptions that he made, he realized that the uncertainty they had about the current situation was not true doubt. It was more because they were not regulated, since the head families were away and left a handful of them behind.
All they needed was a push and clarity which Ryze provided to them directly.
Seeing the army cheering in determination, the smile on Ryze and Gelmar's faces spreads.
Keeping their chin held high, the two turned around and went back inside.
Upon re-entering the castle, as both Dindora and Linthia looked on in surprise, Gelmar cast a glance at Ryze and asked, "Where did that come from...? Sir Ryze, you nailed it. Your speech earlier made the entire army resonate with you, clear with one goal in mind"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRyze returns the glance before averting his gaze away again, inhaling deeply.
He also didn't know how he could mutter those words, his mind was working automatically.
It was as if someone else possessed his body and delivered the speech.
Shaking his head lightly, he replied, "It came from the heart... I only said what's on my mind"
Gaining his answer, Gelmar's expression brightens for a moment before stiffening in the end. He now realized that what Ryze said earlier was completely true, it was the truth of his own background, a slave who was about to be traded away.
Everything would have gone wrong had Rex not come and saved him from that hell hole.
Now Gelmar knew why his speech resonated with the army.
It was because Ryze was telling every single word from the heart as he was truly thankful.
Dindora and Linthia also exchanged knowing glances, their expressions reflecting both joy and trouble. On one side, they were pleased with the success of Ryze's impactful speech, but their happiness was tempered by the somber reality of his true and difficult past.
It would be inappropriate for them to be happy, knowing that the story was true.
Just like them, Ryze has also become a slave.
In stark contrast to them who were Supernaturals, he was a complete human and yet got hit by the cruel fate of enslavement by his own kind—an affliction more egregious than them. At the very least, Gelmar, Dindora, and Linthia were enslaved by the opposing force.
Meanwhile, he grappled with the bitter betrayal by his own kind.
Unanimously, Gelmar, Dindora, and Linthia feel even more familiar with Ryze.
"Me and Linthia will go down and take control of the army, when you are ready and finished the preparation to depart, we can march," Dindora said firmly. "If we move right now, there should be enough time to reach there before the fight starts"
Listening to this, Ryze nodded before the two of them left.
Now, it was only him and Gelmar, "We should place Sir Kyran in a safer place,"
"Yes, we don't have any choice, we have to leave him here" Ryze agreed.
Six clans have already embraced the idea of uniting with the Silverstar Pack and join their new alliance. Considering even those animal-witted chiefs are amenable to such a proposal, we, as a more diplomatic and advanced clan should follow suit," Remarked an Orc in an Orc accent adorned in spiky obsidian armor, expressing concern as he addresses the imposing figure at the center—Lurbhuk himself.
Lurbhuk tapped his beefy fingers on the wooden table in contemplation.
It has been some time since the proposal.
But he was still undecided as this is a big decision, and he had only his clan's safety in mind.
Even then, his reputation as a sensible Orc would diminish if he refuses.
Since the high-rank Supernaturals were only going to treat them as animals of wars, instead of another reckoned force, siding with them is not optimal. Meanwhile, on the other hand, it was different with the Silverstar Pack.
Had he joined them, there's a big possibility that they would be treated way better.
Just as he was about to came to a decision, an Orc barged inside.
One of the Warchiefs went inside with hurried steps, and he instantly turned to Lurbhuk with clear concern on his face, "Lord Chief, there's a problem. A visitor came saying that he wants to trade for our Ironhaert Ale, but he made trouble in one of our breweries"
"Hmm...? He dares?" the Orc beside Lurbhuk stood up, spreading his massive statures.
Lurbhuk, on the other hand, asks, "What is he?"
"I don't know, Lord Chief, but he is comparable in size with us" the Warchief replied.
Upon hearing this, Lurbhuk frowned, for only two races came to mind that could rival Orcs in size, and neither was a favorable prospect. Standing up, knowing that the situation might be escalating at this very moment, he declared, "Take me there, I'll judge the situation myself"
Meanwhile, on the most famous breweries, there was a big commotion.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA gang of five Orcs were surrounding a table.
Each of them possesses formidable sixth-rank realm power, marking them as among the strongest Orcs or a formidable gang from the older generations. Eyeing the black hooded figure seated nonchalantly, the five Orcs tighten their grip on their clubs.
"What did you say to me, outsider?!" One of the Orcs roared thunderously.
Despite the hostility from the Orcs, the hooded figure chuckled.
He didn't even turn his body towards the gang of Orcs and only drink the ale he ordered.
It was obvious that he think nothing of the gang of Orcs.
Enraged, one of the Orc who has his patience completely run out charged forward—lifting his club high in the air for a powerful vertical strike. But as the club descends, the black hooded figure tilted his body back as the attack destroyed the wooden table.
Crash!
Recovering from the attack, the Orc looked at the black hooded figure again.
But in that moment, the veins across his body bulged in anger.
Not even taking this matter seriously, the black hooded figure was still drinking in complete nonchalance, even smacking his lips in satisfaction with the taste of the ale. Naturally, the Orc came to strike again but his body suddenly halted.
Other Orcs was confused by the sight of the other Orc halting in his attack unnaturally.
It was then that the figure turned around.
"Don't misunderstand, I meant it as a compliment" the black hooded figure said as he threw the wooden cup to the side. "After all, in my time, Orcs never used their heads. So I find it quite amusing that animals like you can actually create something like this ale"
Looking at the other Orcs with his feline eyes, the figure smiled devilishly.
"Be thankful that I praise your creation, it might save your lives" the figure added hauntingly.
Following that, the Orc's body beside him splashed into a thousand pieces.
Nobody expected the Orc to explode just like that, and more than that, they couldn't see what the figure did to that Orc and caused his body to explode like that. It took a moment for the onlookers to realize what was happening.
Only when a loud feminine scream resounded that they snapped out of their trance.
"Kyaaaahh!!"