NOVEL NEXT Chapter 266. Ambush II
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 266. Ambush II
Evelina, seizing the opportunity to further heighten the tension, took a hesitant step forward, her eyes filled with concern and her movements radiating an urgency. However, her path was swiftly blocked by a wall of orc soldiers as they formed an impenetrable barrier between her and Eir.
Evelina showed a mixture of frustration and fear, her brows furrowing in dismay as she realized the obstacles. She made futile attempts to persuade the orc soldiers to allow her passage, her voice tinged with desperation as she pleaded for a chance to aid Eir.
Following Eir, Guillotine also decided to show off his act. With a sudden gasp, he staggered back, his hand clutching his abdomen in a dramatic display of agony. His face contorted with a mixture of pain and disbelief, mirroring the symptoms of someone afflicted by a potent poison.
All eyes turned to Guillotine. His acting skills were commendable, as he convincingly portrayed the effects of a deadly toxin coursing through his veins.
Burz's eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction, and a sly smile curled upon his lips.
His eyes filled with a wicked gleam, taking in the scene before him with unabashed pleasure. The sight of Eir and Guillotine writhing in feigned pain seemed to fuel his inner satisfaction, solidifying his belief in the success of his scheme.
The orc soldiers mirrored his emotions, their expressions ranging from smugness to outright jubilation.
Even the orc clan leaders, once adorned in their ceremonial attire, wore expressions of malicious glee. Their eyes sparkled with anticipation, relishing the unfolding chaos and upheaval that threatened to consume us.
At this moment, it became apparent that Burz's machinations had captured the hearts and minds of his kin, compelling them to stand united against us.
The resonant blare of battle horns pierced through the air, originating from outside the grand hall. The triumphant sound echoed through the chamber, seemingly signaling the orcs' victory in this treacherous game of power and deception.
It was a moment designed to instill a false sense of triumph within the orc clan leaders, further fueling their belief that their nefarious plot had reached its desired outcome.
The horns reverberated, their resounding tones mingling with the cacophony of cheers and jeers that erupted from the assembled orc soldiers. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as they eagerly anticipated the culmination of their carefully laid plan, reveling in the notion that they had outsmarted their dragon adversaries.
The orc clan leaders exchanged bewildered glances. Whispers filled the air, tinged with a hint of astonishment.
"I can't believe it... It works," muttered one of the elder orcs, his gruff voice betraying a rare sense of vulnerability. He seemed almost taken aback by the success of their nefarious scheme, a flicker of doubt passing through his eyes.
A murmur rippled through the gathered leaders as they turned to one another, seeking validation for the momentous turn of events. "Does this mean we won?" one of them ventured, his voice laced with a mix of hope and uncertainty. It was a question that teetered on the precipice of victory or deception.
However, in the midst of the anticipation and the simmering tension, an unexpected sound escaped my lips—a chuckle, low and filled with amusement. It bubbled up from within me, rising like a mischievous flame.
The initial chuckle that escaped my lips evolved into a burst of full-blown laughter, growing louder and more wicked with each passing moment. It echoed throughout the hall, reverberating off the stone walls and blending with the bewildered murmurs of the orc clan leaders.
It was laughter that bordered on madness, an uncontrollable eruption of amusement that bubbled up from the depths of my being.
I struggled to contain myself, my shoulders shaking with unrestrained mirth. The absurdity of the situation, the audacity of their deception, proved to be too much for my composure. It was all too funny.
All eyes turned to me, their expressions ranging from perplexed to apprehensive.
Amidst the sudden quietude, Burz reacted with palpable displeasure. His face contorted with anger as he gripped his grand ax tightly, brandishing it in my direction, and pressing it to my neck. His voice dripped with indignation as he questioned my sanity, his words laced with venomous disdain.
"Why are you laughing? Have you lost your mind, Dragon King?" Burz demanded, his voice heavy with disapproval. His threat hung in the air, the gleaming edge of his weapon poised to strike. But my amusement was unyielding, my laughter bubbling forth uncontrollably.
Between my bouts of laughter, I managed to respond, struggling to compose myself amidst the hilarity that consumed me. "I just find this too amusing, I can't help it," I managed to say between chuckles. The absurdity of the situation, the unexpected turn of events, overwhelmed me with a sense of giddy delight.
This unforeseen twist, this ambush that was meant to ensnare us, had somehow become a twisted game—a game that we had decided, on a whim, to play along with. Even though I had not divulged a single word to Evelina, Eir, or Guillotine, we had tacitly agreed to embrace the unexpected, to adapt.
Burz's furrowed brow deepened, his confusion evident in the creases of his forehead. He inched closer, the gleaming edge of his ax dangerously close to me. His grip tightened, knuckles turning white with the strain. "What do you—" he hissed, his words cut off by a sudden realization that flashed across his face.
His eyes widened in dawning horror, a realization that he had unwittingly walked into my carefully crafted trap. The gravity of his mistake settled upon him, and his voice, once filled with bravado, now trembled with uncertainty. "Oh, no..." he muttered, his voice barely audible above the stillness of the room.
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