Dragon King's Harem Chapter 251. Open The Gate for The Dragon King III (Patreon)

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 251. Open The Gate for The Dragon King III

I answered him with a nod. With that settled, we followed Burz through the gates of Vurdor.

Behind me, several orc soldiers were immediately dispatched to clean up Uraugh's corpse. They approached him with a sense of respect and honor, even though there were no tears or sadness on their faces. The orcs treated the body well, covering it with cloth adorned with the orc tribe's crest before they took it away.

But instead of taking him directly through the gate, they used the small door on the side of the gate. This was a peculiar gesture, as it indicated that the orcs were trying to keep their traditions and respect for the dead private from outsiders.  

As I moved my legs, I turned to General Guillotine and gave him my command. "Handle the prisoners for me," I said, my voice firm and unwavering. "And announce to the others to enter Vurdor. As for Glasha, she's mine. Don't let any orcs get close to her."

"Yes, Your Majesty," said General Guillotine. Without further ado, General Guillotine turned and transformed into a dragon. His scales glistened in the fading light as he beat his wings and soared up into the sky. A roar escaped his mouth, echoing across the landscape and serving as a clear announcement to the others.

The sound of dragons filled the air as they responded to his call with a mighty roar. The ground shook beneath my feet as they descended upon us, their wings beating against the wind as they soared through the air. For a moment, it seemed as though the world had stopped spinning, and all that was left was the fierce power of these magnificent creatures.

As they landed before the gate, their humanoid forms emerged from their dragon bodies with an imposing presence. They were a sight to behold, their muscular bodies rippling with strength and their eyes glowing with otherworldly power. Without hesitation, they handed over the prisoners to the orcs, their faces impassive as they did so.

The Wyverns, on the other hand, dispersed in all directions, their wingspan blotting out the suns as they soared across the sky. They were searching for the nearest place to live, somewhere they could call their own and make their mark in this new area. The orc’s territory seemed to offer the perfect conditions for them - a temperature and topography that was similar to Draconis. They could also hunt down their own food, and in case the dragons needed anything, they could whistle to summon it.

Evelina and Glasha stepped out of the sky carriage, feeling the solid ground beneath their feet once again. They looked around, taking in their surroundings.

As they landed, they were greeted by a group of dragon soldiers, before escorting them. They were careful to ensure that no orcs approached them, standing guard and scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger.

Due to the mention of Glasha, I was able to catch Burz stammering a bit. But he soon returned to his composure. He seemed very worried about his sister, but he knew he had to be patient.

I approached the Vurdor gate with a steady pace, my head held high. As I drew nearer, the sound of cheers and music filled the air, ringing out across the landscape and echoing through the gates. It was a joyous sound, filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

As I stepped through the gate, a shower of petal flowers rained down upon me, their delicate fragrance filling my senses. It was as if the orcs were celebrating a victory, even though it was I who had emerged victorious. The sight was surreal, with orcs dancing and singing in the streets, their faces filled with joy and excitement.

The dragon soldiers that had accompanied me were met with cheers and applause as they strutted through the streets. It was a true celebration of life and victory.

I walked through the streets, taking in the sights and sounds of the celebration. Everywhere I looked, civilians were rejoicing, their faces filled with happiness and hope. The music filled my ears, a melody of drums and flutes.

As I made my way through the streets, the civilians kneeled down before me, their faces filled with a mixture of amazement and reverence. But then, as I looked around, I realized that most of the civilians here were from other tribes. They were not part of the orc tribe.

Suddenly, I knew that my analysis was correct. Burz had planned to ambush us all along. He had used the civilians as pawns, manipulating them into bowing before me in an attempt to catch me off guard.

Burz stopped in front of a royal open carriage, his eyes fixed on the two golden deer that stood before him. They were magnificent creatures, their fur gleaming in the sunlight as they stood patiently, waiting for their queen to approach.

The deer were enormous, each one the size of an elephant calf, their bodies strong and muscular. Their fur was a deep shade of gold, shimmering in the sunlight and catching the eye of anyone who looked upon them.

The servant approached, his hand outstretched to open the door, Burz stepped forward and bowed deeply, his body bending at the waist in a gesture of respect and submission.

I stepped inside the carriage and took my seat. As I settled into my seat, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Evelina following me, her eyes scanning the room as she took in her surroundings.

"Your Majesty," General Guillotine called out my name and I turned to face him. He and the other dragon soldiers had been escorting Glasha, and I knew that it was now a question of whether she would be able to join us in the open carriage or not.

I paused for a moment, considering the situation. Glasha was a princess, and according to royal etiquette, she should be with us in the carriage. But that also meant that she would be sitting next to her brother.

Still, I knew that it was important to give her some face. And so, after a moment's thought, I made my decision.

"Let her join us," I ordered, my voice firm and unwavering. I shifted my gaze forward, determined to show strength and confidence.