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Dragon King's Harem Chapter 260. The Twins III
Burz eyes burned with anger and resentment. He couldn't bear the thought of what had befallen his tribe, all because of his father's actions. His hands balled into fists as he continued, his voice heavy with bitterness. "But at least we tried," he spat out, his words laced with frustration. "We don't have anything to lose anyway. Since we lost because of our father."
He glared at the ground, unable to meet his sister's gaze. He knew Glasha was looking at him, could feel the weight of her stare on him, but he couldn't bring himself to look up. The memory of their father's recklessness burned in his mind, the image of the once proud orc tribe now reduced to mere shadows of their former selves.
Glasha felt the tension emanating from Burz as he spoke with bitterness about their father's actions. She could see how much it weighed on him, how the anger and frustration boiled up within him. Without hesitation, she reached out and grasped his hand, hoping to offer him some comfort.
Burz's hand twitched at the touch, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he looked at Glasha with a mix of surprise and gratitude. He was grateful for her presence, her unwavering support in the midst of this turmoil.
For a moment, the two siblings sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Burz's anger began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of resignation.
Burz broke the silence with a gravelly voice, "You need to rest. You can't keep pushing yourself. You have been through a lot."
Glasha nodded reluctantly, her heart heavy with the weight of responsibility. "Yes, you're right. I'll rest for a little while. But you must promise to do the same."
Burz stood up, his broad shoulders towering over Glasha. "I will, I promise. I'll go check on the others and then get some rest."
As Burz turned to leave the room, Glasha called out his name, her voice soft but urgent. "Burz."
Burz stopped in his tracks and turned back towards Glasha, his piercing gaze fixed on her. "What's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
Glasha took a deep breath and looked up at Burz, her eyes shining with determination. "I don't want you to burden yourself too much. You just need to focus on negotiating with the dragon king."
Burz's face softened as he listened to Glasha's words. "I understand."
Glasha nodded, her eyes shining with admiration for Burz's strength and wisdom. "And don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I will dance for the dragon king, to show him our culture and our way of life. I promise to give my best performance and make him see that we're not his enemies."
Burz looked at Glasha with a grim expression. “Thank you.”
Without wasting time, he turned around, his boots thudding against the stone floor as he walked out of Glasha's room. He moved slowly, his broad shoulders hunched and his head bowed, lost in thought. His mind was a whirlwind of plans and strategies.
Two orc guards followed behind him, their footsteps echoing eerily through the empty corridors. They kept a respectful distance, knowing that Burz was lost in thought and needed space to gather his ideas.
As Burz walked, his face was grim and determined. He knew that the stakes were high and that the fate of their entire kingdom rested on his shoulders. His mind raced with thoughts of the dangerous plan he had concocted. It was the first time he had ever lied to Glasha. But he knew that the stakes were too high to reveal the truth - if his plan failed, it would be tantamount to suicide for their entire tribe.
The orc's destruction was a foregone conclusion if they did not act. The dragon king had shown his wrath, and there was no doubt that he would unleash it on the orcs if they did not find a way to appease him. So Burz’s plan was the only chance they had to save their people from a lifetime of slavery under other tribes.
Burz's heart raced as he thought about the possible consequences of his plan. If it failed, the dragon king would be furious. He might even go so far as to hunt down every single orc and put them to the sword. But Burz was willing to take that risk, for the sake of his people.
He was torn between two options, both fraught with danger and uncertainty. On one hand, he could listen to Glasha's advice and attempt to negotiate with the dragon king, hoping that they could find some sort of compromise that would spare their people from enslavement. But on the other hand, there was the option of ambushing the dragon king, taking him by surprise, and striking a decisive blow that would free their people from the dragon's oppression once and for all.
But Burz couldn't shake the feeling that negotiating with the dragon king was a futile effort. After all, the war had left deep scars on both sides, and the dragon king was unlikely to simply let the orcs go free. He had seen the dragon king's reaction at the welcome party. He knew that they were dealing with a dangerous foe and that the path ahead was fraught with peril.
At the same time, Burz couldn't help but question whether his decision to ambush the dragon king was the right one. It was a risky move, one that could easily backfire and result in the total destruction of their tribe. And if it failed, the consequences would be catastrophic. Burz knew that he had to weigh his options carefully and make the decision that would ultimately lead to the best outcome for his people.
Burz's mind was made up. He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with determination. He knew that he had to take action and that there was no time to waste. Ambushing the dragon king was their only chance for survival, and he would stop at nothing to see it through.
'O, my ancestors. Please give me the strength to face the dragon king and save this tribe from destruction,' he prayed.
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