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Dragon King's Harem Chapter 268. Ambush IV
The orc's shrieks and cries filled the air, mingling with the dragons' roars and the thunderous explosions. The streets became a chaotic battlefield, strewn with the fallen bodies of both orc and dragon alike.
The dragons and wyverns pushed forward. Their flames engulfed the orc structures, reducing them to smoldering ruins.
Amidst the chaos, I surveyed the scene from the window. The dragons had reclaimed their rightful place as the rulers of the capital, and the orcs were now forced to recognize their supremacy.
A wave of realization washed over Burz and the orcs in the room. Their faces turned pale, their expressions filled with shock and disbelief. The confident smirks that had adorned their lips were replaced by wide-eyed astonishment.
They had underestimated my power, my cunning, and my ability to counter their carefully laid plans. The ease with which I had thwarted their ambush and turned the tide of the battle was beyond their expectations. It was a sobering moment for them.
Burz, in particular, seemed to be caught off guard. His once-sly smile was wiped away, replaced by a mask of apprehension. His grip on his grand ax tightened, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to come to terms with the swift turn of events.
"Nice try, Burz," I chuckled, my voice dripping with sarcasm. My eyes locked onto Burz's, a predatory glint shining through my gaze. I couldn't help but sport a sly smile, reveling in the turn of events.
Burz's face contorted with a mix of frustration and anger. He had thought his plan was foolproof, that he could outsmart me and gain the upper hand. Little did he know, I was always one step ahead, anticipating his every move.
"You thought a simple ambush would be enough to defeat me?" I taunted, my voice laced with amusement. "You'll need a lot more than that, Burz."
Burz, however, was not one to back down easily.
His jaw clenched, his muscles tense as he tried to regain control of the situation. "Don't underestimate me, Your Majesty," he growled, his voice filled with defiance. "I may not have expected you to turn the tables so swiftly, but this battle is far from over."
I let out a hearty laugh, my amusement growing. "Oh, I'm well aware of that," I replied, my voice dripping with confidence. "But remember, you're up against the Dragon King. And I don't take defeat lightly."
The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting our next move. The orc soldiers stood frozen, uncertain of how to proceed. They had witnessed their leader's plan crumble before their eyes, and now they were caught between their loyalty to Burz and the daunting presence of the dragons.
With a swift motion, I raised my hand, summoning my sword imbued with my fire element skill. The flames danced and twirled. It was a visual display of my power, a warning to Burz and the orcs of the might they were up against.
Burz's eyes widened in fear. He knew the extent of my abilities, but seeing it first hand was a different matter altogether. It was a clear message that defying me would only lead to their downfall.
"You're not the only one with tricks up your sleeve, Your Majesty," Burz retorted, his voice filled with determination.
The stage was set, and the players were ready. The battle that would decide the fate of the orc tribe and the dragons was about to unfold. And as the Dragon King, I was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost.
The clash between Burz and me started. Our weapons clashed, sparks flying as my flaming sword met the force of his grand ax. The room reverberated with the sound of metal striking metal.
My blade danced with flickering flames, its fiery aura illuminating the battlefield. My movements were fluid and calculated. With each swing, I aimed to overwhelm Burz, to showcase the power that lay within me.
Burz, however, was no ordinary opponent. He matched my ferocity, his ax cleaving through the air with brute force. His strikes were powerful and deliberate. I was quite surprised by it since I thought he was weaker than Glasha.
Our eyes locked in a fierce gaze. We circled each other, anticipation filling the air.
Meanwhile, Eir and Guillotine engaged the remaining orc leaders, their swift movements and formidable skills leaving no room for hesitation. They formed an unbeatable duo.
Still... Amidst the chaos, I hadn't lose my sight of my ultimate goal. It wasn't just victory that I sought, but the preservation of peace and unity between the orc tribe and the dragons. I fought not out of spite or vengeance, but with the hope of forging a new path, one where both tribes could coexist. Failure was not an option.
The battle raged on. The room became a symphony of clashing steel. Every move, every parry and strike was executed with unwavering focus. My strikes became faster, and more precise, pushing Burz back with each blow. The flames that engulfed my sword intensified, threatening to consume him.
And then, in one decisive moment, my blade found its mark. It pierced through Burz's defenses, carving a path straight to his stomach. Time seemed to stand still as our eyes met one final time, a mix of defeat and resignation etched across Burz's face.
With a final swing, I disarmed him, sending his grand ax crashing to the ground. Burz stumbled backward, defeated but not broken. The battle had taken its toll on him.
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