NOVEL NEXT Chapter 249. Open The Gate for The Dragon King I
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 249. Open The Gate for The Dragon King I
A few days later, the dragon tribe arrived near Vurdor. A great and ominous shadow descended upon the land. It was suddenly obscured by a vast and swirling mass of dark clouds that seemed to stretch on to infinity. For those who gazed upon this eerie sight, it was clear that something terrible was on the horizon.
The minutes ticked by, and the mass of clouds grew ever larger until it finally took on a shape that was all too familiar. The shape was that of a dragon, or rather, of a horde of dragons. Their scales shone like obsidian in the fading light.
The roar of these mighty beasts echoed across the land, each bellow a deafening reminder of their power and ferocity. They seemed to be calling out to one another, announcing their arrival with a sound that struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it.
The dragons seemed to move as one, their wings beating in perfect unison. It was as if they were a single entity, a force of nature that had come to claim the land for its own.
The orcs gazed upon the sight before them. Their hearts were filled with an overwhelming sense of fear. Their instincts told them to run, to hide, to do anything to escape the terrifying power of the dragons. But they held themselves back, their minds struggling to overcome the primal terror that gripped their souls.
Meanwhile, within the walls of the city of Vurdor, the people prepared for the arrival of the dragon tribe. But instead of readying for war, they prepared for a grand celebration, as if welcoming long-lost heroes back to their homeland. The music players tuned their instruments, and the flower arrangers worked tirelessly to ensure that the dragons would be welcomed with the utmost reverence and respect.
At the city gates, Burz and his trusted counselors stood in anticipation, their eyes fixed on the herd of dragons that approached. They knew that they were risking their lives by attempting to negotiate with such fearsome creatures, but they also knew that they had no other choice. If the dragons were intent on destroying Vurdor, then they would fight to the death to defend their home and their people.
The winds howled around us. I glided through the sky in my true form, a powerful dragon with scales as black as the night. With a roar that shook the earth, I signaled to my fellow dragons to slow down as we approached our destination.
Once we landed, I threw Uraugh’s body from my massive jaws, the weight of his lifeless form hitting the ground with a sickening thud.
- Thump!
Burz and the orcs immediately fell to their knees in a show of reverence and respect for their fallen king.
With a mighty flap of my wings, I lowered my hind legs to the ground, but instead of my sharp claws touching the earth, a pair of humanoid legs took their place. My body was transforming, changing from the almighty dragon to my humanoid form. Eir and Guillotine followed behind me, their weapons at the ready in case of any attack.
As I strode forward, my feet crunching on the gravel beneath them, Burz approached me, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear.
I stopped before Prince Burz, his father's lifeless body lying between us. My posture was tense, and my eyes locked on his form with cold disdain.
Without a preamble, I spoke, my voice ringing out with the authority of a king. "What do you want to say, Prince Burz?" The words were laced with a frigid edge, straight to the point. It was clear that he wanted to negotiate with me.
Burz looked up at me, his expression friendly and welcoming. "Welcome to Vurdor, Your Majesty," he began, but his words were cut off by the sudden appearance of my Mana Weapon, Nightmare.
In a flash, I summoned the dark sword to my hand, its blackened blade crackling with the power of my magic. With a swift movement, I pointed it at Burz, my warning was clear.
The prince froze, his smile fading from his face as he realized the danger he was in. I held my stance, my eyes locked onto him, daring him to make a move.
"Cut the chit-chat and tell me what it is about," I demanded once again, my voice laced with impatience. But to my surprise, Burz did not falter. His expression was firm and unwavering.
"We mean no harm, Your Majesty," he explained, his tone measured and calm. "We simply wish to welcome you to our kingdom. We have prepared a grand celebration in honor of your victory."
I tilted my head, pretending to be confused. "Celebration?" I repeated, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did I hear you correctly? Or have you gone mad after I killed your dear father?"
My words were like a dagger, cutting through the air with a sharpness that left no room for negotiation.
“Yes. A celebration, Your Majesty." Burz glanced at Uraugh’s body in front of him. "I know as the prince of the orc tribe, I shouldn't say this, but I and the orcs wanted to thank you. You have freed us from my tyrant father,” he explained.
"What do you mean?" I asked firmly.
Burz took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine with a steady gaze. "You may already know that my father forced the young orcs to fight," he began. "He has also used his power arbitrarily, ruling with an iron fist. He even tried to take your wife away from you."
"We are fed up with all his cruelty," Burz continued, his voice growing more passionate. "I had even planned to rebel long ago, but he was too strong, and I didn't have enough power. So when I heard that my father died at your hands, I was overjoyed. That's why I prepared a celebration to welcome you. For the others, we can talk about it at the party."
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