Dragon King's Harem Chapter 246. The Prince of The Orc Tribe III (Patreon)

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 246. The Prince of The Orc Tribe III

Burz’s PoV

"Tell them that the orcs don't like my father," he said, his voice deep and menacing. "You hate it. I hate him. When he went to lead the war, I took the opportunity to take over his throne. So even though he came home in victory, I decided to kill him. But since the Dragons have killed him on the battlefield, that saves my time," announced Burz. Even though it was his deepest desire and his sister, he knew he could use this as an excuse.

His words hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the silence of the nobles. Burz knew that his admission was a risky move, but he also knew that it was necessary.

"In addition, I also hope to work with The Dragons and join their alliance," Burz continued, his gaze steady. "The Orcs decided not to become their opposition anymore."

He let the words sink in, watching as the nobles began to murmur amongst themselves. Burz knew that he had their attention now, but he also knew that there would be questions.

"What about children and women?" asked a noble, his voice hesitant.

"Their evacuation starts tonight," he said, his eyes flickering across the faces of the assembled nobles. "Leave a few. Mostly servants and maids. This only applies to the orcs. We will not let this news come out in another tribe even though they live in Vurdor. They could be spies."

The nobles listened intently, their faces a mask of solemnity as they absorbed Burz's words. They knew that this was a critical moment for the tribe, and they were determined to do whatever it took to ensure its survival.

"Do you want to add one or two things to this plan?" asked Burz, his voice rumbling through the room.

"No, your highness," answered the nobles in unison.

"Very well," said Burz, his gaze sweeping over the council. "The court dismisses!"

Burz went to the exit. His eyes scanned the faces of the nobles who had just bowed to him. Their submission was a sight to behold, each one of them lowering their heads in deference to his newly acquired power. It was a moment that Burz had dreamed of for years, and now that it was finally here, he felt a mix of exhilaration and fear.

He knew that the fate of his tribe rested on his shoulders, and he was determined to do everything in his power to protect them. Despite the odds being stacked against them, he refused to give up hope. There was still a chance, however slim, that they could survive and thrive.

As he walked through the corridors of the castle, his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn't help but think about the enormity of the task ahead. The road ahead was treacherous and fraught with danger, but he refused to back down. He was the chosen leader of his tribe, and he would do whatever it took to protect them.

‘Even though our chance is thin, at least I want to try what I have to protect this tribe,’ he thought to himself, his determination strengthening with every step.

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Argod’s PoV

The day drew to a close. The sky began its transformation, painting the heavens with a spectrum of brilliant hues. The fiery sun, once blazing with intensity, now began to relinquish its grasp on the sky. Its light slowly faded into a soft orange and then into a deep shade of crimson, like the blood of fallen warriors on the battlefield. The suns had changed, as if by magic, with the moons, and the air was thick with a sense of otherworldly power.

Amidst this mystical setting, the dragons took to the land, their massive wings gliding gracefully through the air as they soared toward the ground. They had journeyed far and wide, their bellies empty and their eyes gleaming with the promise of a satisfying feast.

With a thunderous roar, the dragons descended upon the earth, their talons digging deep into the soil as they landed. Each creature surveyed its surroundings, its sharp eyes scanning the land for signs of prey or enemies. But they didn’t find any of it.

As the night grew darker, some dragons in their humanoid form huddled around a fire, their faces illuminated by the dancing flames. They had set up camp near a river, their supplies scattered around them. In this form, they were no longer the fearsome beasts that humans had come to fear, but rather, they resembled humans, with their sharp claws and scaly skin concealed under their clothing.

One dragon took a swig from a flask, the hot liquid filling their belly with soothing warmth. They savored the taste of the drink, allowing the flavors to linger on their tongue. The others followed suit, taking a sip from their own flasks, the liquid spilling down their throats and into their bellies.

They ate their rations and reveled in the simple pleasure of consuming food. It was not out of necessity, but rather, a way to warm their bodies and replenish their energy. They ate with a certain elegance, their hands delicately holding the food as they savored each bite.

Meanwhile, a few of their brethren chose to sleep in their true beast form, their bodies curled up on the ground.

In the midst of the dragon horde, the young orcs in the cage sat with a sense of resignation as they languidly ate their meager portions of food and drink. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. They ate slowly, savoring every morsel, their eyes betraying a deep sense of hunger and exhaustion.

Some of the orcs were too weak to even eat. They had been injured during their capture, their bodies battered and bruised from the battles they had fought. Others were exposed to the harsh elements of the suns and the cold wind all day long, causing them to become weakened and fatigued.