The Dragon King’s Harem System

Chapter 241. To Vurdor I

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 241. To Vurdor I

The next day. As the first of the two suns began to peek over the horizon, the world of Igixar slowly emerged from its slumber. The soft orange glow of the sun cast an ethereal light across the rolling hills and plains, bringing the landscape to life with its gentle touch. The grass and trees rustled gently in the morning breeze, as though they were stretching their limbs after a long and restful sleep.

In the distance, the mighty FireStone Fortress stood tall and proud, as though it were a sentinel guarding the land. The ancient walls and towering spires cast long shadows across the landscape, providing a stark contrast to the brilliant morning light.

The Dragons were busy preparing to leave for Vurdor in the yard. Each member of the Dragon Tribe gathered their belongings and prepared for their journey. Some of the Dragons carried massive bags, filled with supplies and equipment necessary for their travels. The bags were adorned with intricate designs and patterns of Draconis Empire's emblem. They were made of sturdy leather and had a plethora of pockets and compartments that could hold anything from weapons to food. Dragons were also armed with swords and spears.

The Wyverns, the Dragon Tribe's trusted companions, stood in restless impatience. Their massive wings stretched out wide and their powerful tails thrashed back and forth, stirring up dust and dirt. They roared mightily, sending shivers down the spines of all those who stood nearby. They were eager to take off and begin the journey, their eyes gleaming with an intense fire.

Despite their enthusiasm, many of the Wyverns were still injured and would have to be left behind. Their wounds were too severe to be healed in time, and it would not be safe for them to attempt the long journey. The rest of the Wyverns were ready to go, their scales glistening in the suns as they waited for the signal to take off.

They carried packs and bundles of food supplies and other necessary items for the journey. Some of the Wyverns carried large barrels of fresh water, while others had baskets of fruits and vegetables, dried meats, and nuts. The dragons had carefully packed their supplies, ensuring that they had enough to sustain themselves for the long journey ahead. Despite the weight of their cargo, the Wyverns made it look effortless. They could glide through the air with ease and grace, their muscles rippling beneath their scales.

In the center of the yard, there stood the Sky Carriage. The carriage was a massive wooden structure, supported by thick magic ropes and pulleys. It was designed to carry the dragon king and his wife high up in the sky toward their destination. The carriage had been painted in rich colors of gold and silver, with intricate patterns etched into the woodwork. The wheels were large and sturdy, and the carriage seemed to tower over everything else in the courtyard.

A group of servants was busy preparing the carriage for departure. They were scrubbing the floors, polishing the brass fixtures, and checking the ropes and pulleys for any signs of wear and tear. The servants moved around the carriage with quiet efficiency, their faces showing no signs of exhaustion despite the long hours they had spent preparing for the journey. They had worked tirelessly, ensuring that every detail was perfect, so that the dragon king and his wife would have a safe and comfortable journey.

On the other side of the bustling courtyard, a dark and foreboding presence loomed. It was a stark contrast to the shimmering Sky Carriage that was being prepared for the dragon king's journey. Instead, a massive cage-like contraption had been erected, and it appeared to be a twisted mockery of the luxury and extravagance that surrounded it. This was the second Sky Carriage, reserved for the orc prisoners who were to be taken along on the journey.

The cage-like structure was a grim sight with its imposing metal bars and chains that clanked ominously with each movement. It was a daunting and intimidating sight for the prisoners.

The orc prisoners had been lined up in front of the Sky Carriage, where the guards waited to strap them into the cage. The prisoners struggled and thrashed about, fighting with all their might to resist the restraints. They spat and snarled, their eyes blazing with defiance, as they cursed the king and his people. Their voices rose in a chaotic cacophony of sound, drowning out the gentle whisper of the wind.

The dragons meticulously checked each prisoner and every pack, ensuring that there were no hidden weapons or contraband that could jeopardize the mission. Their iron chains clanked as they were secured to the carriage. General Guillotine oversaw the preparations with a keen eye. His every movement exuded a sense of authority, and his voice bellowed out orders that were quickly followed by the warriors under his command.

I and Evelina watched them from the window inside the fortress. The sight of the prisoners being loaded into the carriage made my stomach churn.

"It is quite a spectacle, isn't it?" I commented.

Evelina, who was sitting next to me, turned to face me with a look of curiosity. "Which do you mean? The prisoners or the carriage?" she asked, her voice soft and lilting.

Her question made me glance at her. My gaze quickly caught that she was looking at the carriage and the Wyverns. It seemed she avoided her gaze from the orcs due to her guilt.

“The carriage,” I finally replied. 

"Yes, it is quite impressive. I’m always amazed at the workmanship of the dragon tribe’s craftsmen," she answered.

Glasha, who was sitting across from us, snorted in derision. "It's all a show of power," she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The guard, who was standing beside Glasha, glared at her. "Be silent, prisoner. You have no right to speak in the king’s presence!"

Glasha replied with a sarcastic laugh, "You can chain me up, but you can't silence me. I will never bow to your kin."

The guard was about to yell at her again, but I raised my hand, stopping him. "Let her speak," I said in a calm, measured tone. My voice carried an air of authority.

I turned to face Glasha, a smirk spreading across my lips. "Barking is the only thing a wounded beast could do after all," I said, my words laced with a hint of malice.

Glasha's eyes narrowed, and her mouth twisted into a sneer. "And what does that make you?" she spat, her words filled with venom.

My eyes locked on hers. "It makes me the one holding the leash," I replied, my voice cold and cutting.

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