Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 349

Chapter 349: An Orc and His Family
Grom’s gaze fixated across the ship’s edge. His lips curled into a small grin as he saw the familiar green of his homeland. He gripped his hands tight, knowing that the bastard after his women no longer existed in this world.

Yet, a shadow of concern crept over him, for he knew that the other monster tribes, the ones who had long held a grudge against his people, might not take this victory lightly.

‘I am sure our betrayal of the cult has been discovered by now…’

“Hold on my dears!”

With the crash of waves and five boats in total. Alan and Maria’s fleet managed to find a good place to anchor themselves before heading into the monster forest of Gargantua.

Alan’s hand slapped the shoulder of Grom’Gaius who looked about to jump ship, the fall more than ten metres.

“Ack, Who!?” Grom growled at Alan who just smiled back, his feelings of friendship to this orc growing each day.

“It’s me, brother; it’s time to depart and to gather your people, though they might not wish to leave. You have my word. We will not share your culture and beliefs.” Alan knew it would be devastating to be told to leave your homeland. Thus he tried to compensate and make Grom feel better.

However… “Fool, we also need to change and become more accepting of others. Hatred only fuels conflict. It is time for the Grom clan of orcs to learn a new way, the way of cooperation and alliance with man.”

“Tsk… you sound so cool. Let’s head out; Our new Lord is waiting for our return, right, haha.” Alan slipped over the side and landed on the stairs used for docking. He then led the first orcs back to their home.

A mixture of excitement and worry filled their hearts as they led Alan and Maria towards the village with a sense of foreboding.

“Do you think everyone is okay?” An orc whispered while cutting the overgrown thicket with his axe.

“I don’t know, but if Ma’gari is still fine, I will ask her to become my mate!” A large orc with a single swirl of hair bragged his axe cutting through the thick vines blocking their path.

Grom could only smile at their interaction, the orcs who before lacked the courage or confidence to approach their ideal mates began to show their changes. While Grom just wanted to see his beautiful children and wives.

Though in the distance, he could hear conflict, the sound of what seemed to be goblin horns and calls…

‘Those bastards! If they have attacked my village, I will crush them all!’

***

There was a sense of hurry in the entire army, with Alan and Maria coming to a light jog along with the human warriors while the orcs began to sprint and tore through the remaining bark and vines to create a path.

They didn’t care if their flesh tore or their bodies bled.

To get home and protect their loved ones.

That was all that mattered to them as their rushing steps resounded like charging elephants through the forest.

Grom’s axes tore an entire tree down with a violent arc as his mouth released a fierce growl. The sight of distant huts and small flickers of fire entered his vision as he lost control.

“Hurry! Charge forward and protect our land and loved ones!”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The orc’s charge caused the ground to quake, and the sound of goblin horns echoed as their army entered the village.

Grom and the others found a very wonderful sight.

Muscular and beautiful orc females with long flowing hair tied in various styles, some in dreadlocks, others in lovely twin tails, stood in leather armour and animal hides, holding heavy weapons smothered in the green blood of goblins.

“Do not let those green cowards inside! Protect the children!” Ma’gari, the lead woman with a towering height close to Grom, stood with a huge mace calling out orders.

“Kill the bastards! For our village!”

“For the Grom Clan!”

The orcs and female warriors let out their war cries, charging forth while the goblins fell into disarray, retreating from the vicious counterattack.

All the male orcs looked shocked.

They watched the women who normally acted dainty and lovely for them. Yet now they were slamming their maces, crushing goblins into a green paste… or chopping them apart with brutal swings of their axes.

“Wow, they are so sexy,” Alan spoke from the side of Grom.

Maria just gave a slight nod. She felt a little embarrassed, looking at the muscular and sexy orc females and felt the same as Alan, the way their bodies moved with more grace than the males, and their attacks were like a brutal dance of beauty and death… However, they soon snapped out of their stupor because the amount of goblins surrounding the village numbered in the thousands.

“Grom, it seems you have come back,” Ma’gari spoke, giving him a light smile as her eyes flickered with joy.

Grom smiled back. “We are back, and it seems you could protect our home. Your father would be proud of the warrior his daughter became.” With that said Grom lifted his hand, which seemed to signal the returning orcs to charge and support the women. He saw his two wives fighting in the background while covered in goblin blood and headed in their direction.

Alan saw the charge and ordered his men while drawing his sword. “Support the orcs, slay the goblins!”

Maria, with a flash of light, appeared next to Ma’gari and the other female orcs, her voice gentle. “Please, allow me to support you. We shall defend your home together and after this.” With a flick of her fingers, she created a dozen ice spears and shot them into the vast group of goblins, killing a dozen and injuring many others.

Ma’gari blinked her eyes and gave a firm nod. “Thank, pretty human. Let us fight together for now. Since you came with Grom, I will not question your goals!”

The amusing sight of the orc females, nearly seven feet tall, fighting beside Maria, who was barely five feet six inches, looked comical.

If it wasn’t for her magic being so fierce, it made the orcs instantly respect her as Maria hovered off the ground, shooting ice magic at the goblins without care for their lives or damage to the forest.

Alan, seeing the orcs and humans working together, led a group of knights and infantry towards the goblin lines, and with their superior equipment and training, they smashed into the horde, forcing the goblin’s back.

The goblins, seeing the unknown force of humans and orcs, fled. The goblins had no leaders, no one to command their retreat. They were a simple and vicious tribe who acted on instinct and fear, not courage and bravery.

However, Maria lifted her hands into the air, creating a tomb of ice that blocked their retreat, trapping over a thousand goblins in a frozen cage of death.

‘This woman is ferocious and terrifying!’ Grom thought back to when he fought Maria, only to see her creating this frozen pit of death; if they fought the orcs, they would be smashed and crushed, and should they flee, Maria’s ice spikes would penetrate them from below.

‘No wonder the cult leader feared her so much…’

Alan and his knights charged forth and started hacking the goblins apart, their swords tearing into their flesh, spilling the green blood across the battlefield as their spears impaled the green-skinned creatures.

It wasn’t long before the horde of goblins became nothing more than a thick stain on the forest floor, their flames extinguished, and Grom stood in the centre of battle with his two wives on either side of him.

“This battle is over. The victory is ours!” Grom shouted, looking at Alan with a huge smile.

“Oooh!”

Cheers rose into the sky, and the villagers gathered and cheered, knowing that they defended their lands and that their families would be safe.

***

With the battle won, the orcs returned to their homes and celebrated.

However, for Grom and his wives, it meant more work than peace because they sat around a huge campfire with a massive barbeque being made with various meats and different foods brought by Alan as a gift and sign of cooperation.

“Alan, though the battle wasn’t difficult, thank you for aiding my people.” Grom held a huge cup half the size of Alan’s head full of what seemed to be pure alcohol, sloshing around his face a little strange.

“Haha, Grom, are you drunk? Brother, let us drink to victory!” Alan’s eyes were glazed over as he downed a cup the same size, the two men leaning against each other while Maria and Grom’s wives worked together to keep the feast going.

“So Maria, I hear you are Alan’s mate, and he fought Grom in a duel to a close defeat?” Ma’gari questioned the small human girl, whose beauty was far from inferior to her own, yet the woman found Maria to be immensely interesting, leaving the poor swirl-headed orc in the cold as she chatted with Maria.

Maria just blushed and nodded her head, sipping a cup of sweet wine while cooking the meat. “Though didn’t see it seems that moment started their strange friendship, and looking at them now, I am really glad.”

“My loves, let me hold you for a moment!” Grom stumbled up from the log seat, grabbed his wives, who were standing nearby and squeezed their plump and voluptuous bodies close to his chest.

“Ahn… don’t do this, the little ones are watching… Grom~ save it for the bedroom.”

“Grom~ I missed you so much; let’s go rest, okay? I will be good to you.”

The two women with differing styles caused Alan to laugh, cheering his friend on. “Oh, Grom, make sure your lovely wives are happy!” Only for Maria to pinch his thigh and pout.

“Maybe you should take Maria and finally solve your little misunderstanding and that last hurdle, brother!” Grom replied while carrying his two wives away into the darkness.

As for the young orcs watching their parents, they were happy to be fed by Ma’gari and the other females who enjoyed gossiping about the newcomers, some even eyeing the handsome humans and wondering if they were single.

“Mama is going to make a new sister for me!” The young boy sounded delighted.

“No… Mother will make a brother for me, hehe.” Corrected the lovely girl with bows in her hair from Maria.

Grom’s daughter seemed fond of her and sat on her lap while listening to Maria’s stories from the human lands.

At least for the night, the village of the orcs filled with the sounds of happiness, joy and reunion.
For the humans who met orcs like this for the first time.
They felt shocked at the beauty of the females and their strength—tonight would be the first time a human and orc would join in a union. Also, the first step in creating a strong Westrin would become the home of orcs and humans alike.