Dragon King's Harem Chapter 242. To Vurdor II
My sharp words silenced Glasha. Yet her anger was clear from her face and her hatred was palpable from her gaze.
Evelina noticed the tension and tried to ease the atmosphere between us. "Let's eat. We have to depart soon," she announced, trying to shift the focus back to the al.
Without a word, I returned my gaze to the table full of food in front of . I took my first bite of the succulent green at. My senses were engulfed in a tantalizing aroma. The juices flowed as I relished every bite. The tender texture of the at left in awe as if it were lting in my mouth.
Beside , Evelina delicately sipped on a goblet of a concoction made of flowers and nectar.
The servant, with his razor-sharp blade, carefully sliced open the liver of a giant serpent. The pulsing at glistened in the light, dripping blood onto the plate. It was a grueso sight, yet the thought of the exotic at excited .
We feasted on the platter of huge Chira eggs, but my focus was interrupted as I caught a glimpse of Glasha's expression. It was one of disgust and disdain, aid toward .
"Why aren't you eating?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of annoyance.
But Glasha remained silent, her gaze fixated on .
"Please, Glasha, eat sothing. We need to keep our strength up for the journey ahead," Evelina reminded her.
But Glasha simply shook her head, her lips twisted in a scowl.
I felt a twinge of anger rising in my chest. This was not the first ti that Glasha had shown disrespect toward . And as the dragon king, I deserved to be treated with the utmost reverence, especially by soone of her status.
"Should I make you eat like yesterday?" I threatened, my voice taking on a nacing tone. "Or will you eat by yourself?"
Glasha recoiled at my words, fear flashing across her face. The orc princess had no choice but to eat. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for a piece of succulent green at, slicing it with her knife.
After finishing our al, we made our way to the yard, where our sky carriage awaited us. The morning suns shone down on us, casting a warm glow on us.
Once we approached the carriage, Glasha hung back, her arms crossed over her chest. I could feel her animosity towards , like a chill in the air. But I ignored it.
I and Evelina climbed onto the carriage, my eyes fixed on the journey ahead.
Glasha followed, her eyes downcast, her every movent filled with a sense of reluctance. She took a seat on the opposite side of the carriage, as far away from as possible.
I could feel the tension between us, like a taut string waiting to snap. But I was determined not to let it get the best of . I leaned back in my seat, my eyes scanning my soldiers from the window and making sure that they were ready.
A second later, the crisp air was filled with the sound of a long, loud warhorn, its notes echoing across the land surrounding us. I could feel the vibrations of the horn reverberating through my body, sending a thrill of excitent coursing through my veins.
Due to the signal, a huge Wyvern in front of the carriage began to flap its wings, sending gusts of wind around us. Slowly but surely, the Wyvern lifted off the ground, its wings beating with increasing speed until it reached a steady cruising altitude.
Soon, the carriage began to rise, the ground falling away beneath us. We soared through the clouds, the wind rushing past us, carrying with it the scene below.
Though the sky carriage looked magnificent, the inside was a little shaky. It felt like the carriage was bouncing up and down, and side to side, as the creature fought against the wind.
Comparing it to a modern plane, the turbulence in the sky carriage was far more intense. A modern plane had a sophisticated stabilizer system that helped to reduce turbulence and provided a smoother ride. However, in the sky carriage, there were no such systems. It was just the raw power of the Wyvern's wings, air and wind-type elent magic that kept the carriage in the sky, making the ride a little bumpier and more unpredictable.
Despite the rough ride, we remained calm, knowing that the Wyvren was a skilled creature and the turbulence was just a natural part of the journey.
That was why I preferred to fly by myself than take this vehicle. But, since I took Glasha and Evelina with , I had no choice but to take this.
Following the carriage, the sound of the dragon soldiers' roars echoed through the air. Their bodies began to shake and contort, growing larger and stronger with each passing mont. And then, with a deafening roar, they transford into their true form, magnificent dragons.
Their scales glinted in the sunlight, shimring like diamonds as they soared alongside our carriage. I watched in awe as they circled around us, their wings beating with a powerful force that stirred the air around us. Including General Guillotine and Eir.
But it wasn't just the dragon soldiers who had joined us. The Wyverns had also taken to the skies, their wings carrying them effortlessly through the air. They flew in formation alongside the dragons, carrying the cage filled with orcs. Their eyes were fixed on the horizon.
Our convoy continued to soar through the sky. With our huge numbers and the dragons’ massive wingspans blocking out the sunlight, a shadow cast over the landscape below.
The sky grew darker with each passing mont, the suns obscured by our vast number. But there was a sense of power in the air, a feeling of strength that ca from the sheer force of our numbers.
I looked around at the dragons that surrounded us, their scales glistening in the dim light. Each one was a majestic creature, powerful and proud. And I was their king.
Together we went straight to Vurdor.
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