"From cannon fodder to emperor, it took him only three things: eating, breeding, and fighting."
"My name is Kruger. I was supposed to die before the first winter. Now I stand atop the ruins of an empire, with half a million soldiers behind me."
"In the eyes of the old world, I'm vermin. In the world of vermin, I'm the emperor."
In the Orcs' dark tongue, "Snaga" means slave.
Kruger was just that kind of creature. Even to grab a mushroom, he had to watch the other Orcs' faces.
Until one day, the blood of a Big Orc splashed across his face.
Kruger licked it up. Then he changed: he grew taller and stronger, and new thoughts filled his mind, along with fragments of memories that weren't his own, memories of "soul inheritance."
He discovered that he could mate with humans, elves, dwarves, and barbarians, producing offspring who inherited his bloodline talents. He could transfer his entire soul into one of his descendants, achieving a different kind of immortality. And through their bloodline link, all his direct descendants could become his most loyal soldiers, shrewdest officials, and fiercest generals.
From a weak Snaga in a cave, to a clan chieftain, to the king of the Misty Mountains, to the emperor ruling over five great races.
The Orcs called him Booger.
The dwarves called him a joke.
The humans called him vermin.
The elves called him filth.
But he didn't care. He knew that when vermin grew numerous enough, became organized enough, and were armed well enough, even vermin could bring down a pride of lions.
"The rise of a Snaga: rebuilding the order of the world through bloodlines, war, and family."
I personally think it's pretty good-looking, but I personally think it's pretty good-looking, but it's a little slow, and the protagonist often acts as the little brother. Many people don't like this kind of less than enjoyable article. This may be unbearable, but I still don't feel that way.