NOVEL NEXT Chapter 250. Open The Gate for The Dragon King II
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 250. Open The Gate for The Dragon King II
I frowned upon his words. "So you're trying to say that I made your job easier?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. I continued without lowering my sword, "And what I did was in your favor to take over the orc tribe's throne?" My voice dripped with skepticism.
Burz's head remained bowed, his voice was barely audible as he spoke. "Yes, Your Majesty," he said. "But that was completely a coincidence, I never meant to clash you with my father,” he added quickly. His tone filled with regret
I raised an eyebrow at this. Then he raised his head again, his eyes meeting mine in a show of defiance.
"Since you have managed to kill my father, I intend to welcome you and negotiate with you," he said.
"Negotiation?” I repeated. “Do you think that you have anything to negotiate with?" I said, my voice laced with derision. "My tribe won the war, and you are nothing but a defeated prince. What makes you think that I would even consider your offer?" My voice filled with threat.
"The orc tribe has been defeated and you have killed my father," the prince spoke, his voice heavy with grief. "We only have a few soldiers left since my father took most of them to the battlefield. I know we don't have a place to negotiate, but you are a wise king. The dragon king never intended to go to war unless attacked first. You were born to keep Igixar's peace, so I'm sure you will listen to my negotiations,” he tried to negotiate with me. His words were coated in honey, a desperate attempt to save what was left of his people.
I clenched my jaw, my grip on my sword tightening. This orc prince was testing my patience, but I couldn't deny the truth in his words. As the Dragon King, I had a responsibility to uphold Igixar's peace, and that included listening to the defeated.
An unhappy smirk bloomed on my lips. "You surely know how to play with words and remind me of my duty even at a time like this," I said, my voice low and displeasure. My sword remained raised, a warning to the prince not to push his luck.
But to my surprise, the orc prince didn't flinch, his gaze unwavering.
"Please, Your Majesty," he implored. "We've been under my father's pressure for so long and just taste the freedom. I hope you can give the orc tribe a chance once again. This time we want to be your ally.” His plea was desperate, his voice laden with emotion.
"Is that why you prepared to welcome us?" I asked, my tone guarded.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he replied, raising his head once again. "We have opened Vurdor's gate for you," he said in a reassuring tone.
"Aren't you afraid that I will wreck your city once I and my soldiers enter?" I asked, my tone laced with a threatening edge. My eyes were still on him.
"As I said, we don't have any defense anymore," Burz replied, his voice calm but pleading. "But we believe that you are a wise king. You won't do it because you are the dragon king," he said, his words ringing like a plea and a request.
I pretended to consider his words carefully, weighing the potential risks and benefits of his offer. But before I could answer, Guillotine spoke up. "We should be careful, Your Majesty!" he said, his eyes never leaving Burz. His warning was clear. "This could be a trap. He could be trying to set you up," he warned. His words were laced with skepticism.
“Hmmm” I hummed before I nodded in agreement, my hand still tight around my sword. "Indeed," I said, turning to face Burz once again. "This could be your trap," I added, my tone firm and unyielding.
"If this was a trap," he said, his voice low, "we should have done this in another city, not Vurdor. This is our last defense, and we invite you to enter. Isn't that stupid?" he tried to convince me.
I looked at him, my expression unreadable, and then I turned my gaze toward the gate. The orcs, dressed in colorful garments, stood there, waiting for us. They waved at us, their faces friendly and welcoming.
Not a word came out of my mouth to answer Burz. Instead, I gave him a mysterious smile and let him guess what was in my thoughts.
I lowered my sword and canceled my Mana Weapon. My black sword disappeared from my hand. "Since the orcs have invited us," I decided, giving him a small smile. I glanced at Guillotine to ensure that he was on board with my decision." We should check it out."
Guillotine bowed his head in agreement. "I understand, Your Majesty."
Eir suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. "How about the prisoners, Your Majesty?" he asked.
I paused, considering his words. We hadn’t talked about this and were intending to use them as a bargain to force the orcs to open the gate for us. But now that they had done so voluntarily, they were no longer of any use to us.
"Let them have it," I said, my voice low and calculated. "They are just our ticket to force the orcs to open the gate for us,” I ordered.
"But, Your Majesty," Eir said hesitantly. "What if we need a hostage once we get in? Wouldn't it be wise to keep them?" he asked again.
I narrowed my eyes, my expression turning cold. "Those weaklings are no longer of any use to us," I said firmly. I shifted my gaze to Burz, filling it with a clear threat. "And if we need a hostage, we can simply take one from the city. So, Prince Burz of orcs," I added, my voice taking on a menacing tone. "Don't ever think of doing anything stupid."
Burz nodded, understanding my threat. But I could sense his unease. Then he lowered his head, his eyes avoiding mine as he stood up and gestured to the gate.
“Please follow me, Your majesty.”
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