Dragon King's Harem Chapter 224. Killing The Orc King IV (Patreon)

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 224. Killing The Orc King IV

It only took fifteen minutes before I arrived at the battlefield in front of the fortress. I could feel the heat from the fire that was still burning the ground. The whole battlefield and the intensity of the clash were overwhelming. The sound of clashing metal was deafening as both armies clashed in the middle of the field. The sound of yells, shouts, and screams of pain filled my ears as I got closer. I could see the orcs trying to run away from the battle and heading for the nearby forest. They were terrified, but it was in vain.

In the middle of that chaos, I could see Evelina on Eir's back. He was still in his dragon form. She was busy healing the injured dragons while Eir was fighting. Some blood was on his white scales as his body blazed with heat. While he looked calm, I was sure he actually had killed a lot of them.

Evelina, on the other hand, looked exhausted and dirty. Her beautiful blonde hair was ruined and her dress was a mess. But judging from how serious she was, she didn't care. She put all her concentration on the battlefield and helped the wounded as best as she could, but I knew she was on her limit.

While my soldiers were busy capturing as many orcs as they could during the battle, Princess Glasha fought my soldiers as if her life was on the line. She looked fierce and gave her best to defeat the dragons. In fact, I could hear the snarls of rage and fury coming from the princess. However, the battle was one-sided as the orcs were losing. Their army was decimated.

I was taken aback by the sight that unfolded before me. I had thought that the battle was already coming to a close, given that I had already declared my victory and was sure that my triumph had been widely disseminated. It seemed, however, that I had been mistaken.

My gaze shifted to the princess of the orc tribe, who was fighting with all of her might and courage, despite the clear defeat of her forces.

'Is it because of Glasha?' I thought. I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her, especially when I remembered that she had been the one to defend the young orcs and had begged Uraugh to call off his soldiers.

'Too bad I can't cancel my plans…' I thought. She was a skilled fighter and a capable leader, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret that I would have to go through with my plans to take her as a hostage, knowing that it would likely result in another war between the dragons and orcs.

But I knew that I had to put an end to this conflict once and for all, and so, with a fierce roar, I threw Uraugh's body, which was covered in ice, at Glasha.

- Bam!

The loud, booming sound of his body echoed through the battlefield as it hit the ground. All eyes turned to me as the dragons let out their own triumphant roars, signaling my victory. Glasha and her remaining soldiers were clearly taken aback by my sudden reappearance and the display of Uraugh's frozen corpse, and the fighting came to a standstill as they all turned to face me.

Princess Glasha approached the ice-covered body of her father and was visibly devastated by his death. Tears streamed down her face as she knelt beside him, her shoulders shaking with grief.

I landed on the ground, shifting into my human form as I approached her. "Your tribe has lost," I declared, my voice stern and unyielding. "Give up, and I will spare your life."

But instead of surrendering, Glasha turned to me, let out a fierce roar, and launched herself at me, her eyes blazing with determination and anger. I was taken aback by her sudden attack, but I was not about to be caught off guard. I dodged her initial strike and countered with a strike of my own, using my superior strength and training to fend her off.

But I didn’t use my offensive skill or my weapons. I mostly only dodged or brushed off her attacks since I knew she did it due to her overwhelming emotion.

Despite her smaller size and the fact that her tribe had already been soundly defeated, Glasha fought with all of her might, refusing to back down. She was a skilled warrior, and I had to admit, I was impressed by her tenacity and courage. She was better than her father.

The dragons’ roars painted our battle. Some of my soldiers even tried to help me, but I raised my hand calmly, ordering them to get back. I could let them hurt my hostage. I needed her alive and unscathed.

In the end, it was clear that I was the stronger fighter, and after a short battle, I finally decided to end this. I waved my hand down and used my skill.

‘Telekinetic!’

My invisible power slapped her body hard and forced her to her knees. Her weapon fell from her hand. She was shocked by it and tried to resist it, but it was no use. Despite her skill, her level, and power wasn’t as strong as her father,

"Yield," I commanded in an intimidating voice.

Glasha glared up at me. “Never!” she refused with a stern voice.

“I see…” I raised one of my hands high, preparing to cast my Hell Inferno. “Then don’t blame me if I turn all of your soldiers into ashes!” I threatened.

Her eyes widened, and her chest heaved. She wavered at my threat since she knew my capabilities. Having no choice, she eventually nodded, conceding defeat. "I yield," she said through gritted teeth.

I let out a sigh of relief, knowing it was easier than I thought. I offered a hand to help Glasha to her feet, and she reluctantly accepted, still glaring at me with a mixture of hatred and anger.