Chapitre 128: Looking for Him (IV)
"Young mistress, if Moca goes into battle, can I join too?" Tart stated a bit too excitedly, making me wonder if he was battle crazy. "I will make sure to bring that old fart back alive."
"Didn't you say that Moca can take care of himself?"
"Well, yes,….but." His hand was behind him as his left foot was going in circles. "I want to protect you." He sheepishly looked up at me, slightly blushing. For a man to blush so cutely, it was cute, but at the same time strange. Tart still had that cuteness of a young child, but his mature look was definitely overshadowing it.
"Thank you, Tart," I replied. It was nice to know that they were people, I mean monsters, that still cared for me. I wasn't sure what I would've done in this world if I hadn't met Moca, Coco, or Tart. They were like family. Coco felt like my mother, Moca, was like my father, and Tart was a brother that I never had. It brought a warm feeling in my heart, and the thought of them being killed riled me up.
"You don't have to go out alone to protect Moca." I quickly replied sternly, "We'll both back him up, especially if they do something to him, I'll make sure they pay dearly." My words became a deep growl as I lowered my head slowly in a threatening swivel. Even my claws dug into the ground, leaving behind a streak. A dark flow of anger laced my heart with a power that I didn't know I had blew silently out from me, making Tart shiver as he stepped back at the sudden well of energy. He gulped as he tried his best not to flinch.
"Yes, young mistress."
I sharpen my gaze, following Moca, who finally arrived at the foot of the Orc Village. A swarm of warrior Orcs with spears and shield surrounded him wearily. Some shouted incoherent words as they stared at Moca.
Moca entered with his hand up, showing that he was of no harm. A large Orc with an unusual feathered headdress pushed in between the crowd, joining the weary group. Compared to the other Orc, he had a large scar that spread from one shoulder down to his hip. Large bulking muscles decorated his arm, chest, and legs that reminded me of a steroid bodybuilder. He even had a few face paints with a handprint on his left cheek with three streak marks down the other eye. My guess was that he was the Chieftain of the tribe.
A couple of grunts and low, threatening shouts could be heard as the large Orc smacked his chest twice. This signaled the others to lower their weapons but still kept their distance from Moca. Moca stepped forward without a hint of fear and stood proudly surrounded by evil-looking Orc's ready to jump him. They eyed him a couple of times, grunting and punching their chest like a gorilla, trying to scare Moca.
Moca just rolled his eyes and stood there, not even taking a single hint of their threat. He worded a few things towards the Chieftain. The Chieftain scowled at what Moca said and rumbled deeply through his throat. He then nodded at something Moca said. With a curt nod, Moca snapped his head towards us.
Tart, who was watching just like me, stood up straight when he met Moca gazes. Without even forming words, he turned towards me. "Young mistress. We should go."
"Go away?" I asked, not sure which direction he was telling me to go.
"No," He shook his head. "Moca said it's okay to come out."
"He did?" I was sure I didn't even catch a single hand gesture or body motion that said, yes, we can.
"Yes, let's go, young mistress. I'll be sure to protect you." His soft pale hand rested on my arm, warming me. Then he gave me a reassuring signature smile that he always does and steps out from the tree.
I was a bit nervous, but I shook my head and chastised myself to stop being a chicken. I knew I shouldn't act so cowardly, mainly because I was a dragon. Standing up straight, with my head held up high, I puffed up my chest and stepped forward.
I stepped out of the trees, breaking the small bush underneath me from my own clumsy step. Quickly catching myself so I don't stumble, I corrected myself as best as possible and acted like a regal dragon. Honestly, I felt like a bandit hiding in the shadows, ready to jump out of unexpected people to steal their things.
"Get on," I replied. "We're going to enter with style," I replied.
Tart smugly glanced towards me; he climbed up on my back and made himself comfortable. I pumped my wings, hovering in the air with just a couple of wing beats. Then I pumped even harder, causing the wind to pick up heavily around me as I flew up a reasonable distance into the sky.
Like a hawk, I glided without having to flap my wings too hard as I made my way towards Moca. It didn't take long until I was above them. Suddenly, the orcs shouted in fear as they started to huddle together, raising up their weapons.
I hovered in the air with a couple of wing beats, flapping hard as I descended downwards. Gust of heavy wind blew around me like a tornado, blowing the Orcs backward. Some couldn't hold up their spears, swords, hammers, or shields. Others tumbled back, while many of them were able to withstand the gust of wind that berated them.
Moca was standing perfectly still without even flinching. Tart jumped off my back and landed on all four, an evil amused grin plastered on his face as he slowly got up. My hind leg and tail hit first on the ground with a thump, followed by my front arm. My neck bounced slightly as one last powerful gust of wind shot outwards, taking almost all the other Orcs into a rough tumble, except the Orc Chieftain who was battling against the wind to just stay up.
Tucking my wings into my back, I held myself up as proudly as I could. Black and grey smoke erupted out my nose. I blew out a large amount of smoke downwards with a puff, causing a good portion around me to be covered by it. The smoke traveled over towards the Orcs as they stumbled to get back up while choking on the thick smoke that I threw out.
"Oh, great dragon. What have you come here for!" The Chieftain was the first one to recover. "Have you come to destroy my clan?!"
I snorted. "No," I replied with the best draconic voice I could muster. It was deep, with a threatening growl that made one heart shuddered. Even I was quite taken back at how powerful my voice sounded right this moment, wondering where all this dragon courage was coming from.
"I came to look for someone." My voice resounded through the group. 'I am looking for a half-elf with blue hair."
The orcs that were tumbling on the ground were finally up, but they stared with awe when they saw me. Some actually kneeled on their knees. Even the Chieftain was taken back by the sheer pressure I gave off. Compared to them, it was my original size. The orcs dwarfed in comparison to me, making them seem so small from my sight. Just reaching up towards them with my hand, I could quickly wrap it around the biggest Orc and squish them without any problems.
"A half-elf?" The Chieftain thought over what I said in a gruff voice.
A smaller Orc scampered over, ducking his head low as he took a couple sneak peeks towards me. When our eyes met, he shuddered and squeaked in fear and ran towards the Chieftain in a hurry to hide behind his massive body. The Chieftain growled, baring his teeth at the cowardly Orc, causing the small Orc to drop to his knees.
"C-c-c-chief!"
"What is it?" His beady eyes stared towards him, annoyed that the runt came over, disturbing his thoughts.
"The half-elf with blue hair had appeared three years ago with a human girl back at our sacred ground."
My eyes narrowed as it furrowed, thinking how that treacherous playboy was out frolicking around the field with a human girl as if it was some kind of picnic. I wouldn't even be surprised if he was hitting on her while I was sleeping. For some reason, I felt really annoyed. It was an annoying itch that I couldn't get rid of. Without realizing it, I let out an angry growl, causing the small Orc to jump up in fright.
"Who's the girl?" I sharply asked. "Why did they come to meet you guys?"
The little Orc gulped, whimpering from my deadly gaze. "H-h-h-his wife."
"What?!" I shouted, utterly dumbstruck. My mind was spinning in circles, thinking of many scenarios that I didn't know was possible. I have been sleeping in the past five years; he truly moved so fast that I was shocked.
The little Orc scampered backward, falling onto his butt. Fear riddled his heart as he cowered.
My hand slammed right next to the little orcs with a loud bang, startling the Chieftain to take several steps back. My head snaked forward with a hiss. I lowered my head at eye level with the small Orc. "Did he really say they were husband and wife?"
"Yes?" He squeaked.
I growled, closing my eyes, I tried to calm my nerves. What did it matter to me? We weren't even a girlfriend and boyfriend. He was just another Demon Lord that needed to be set on the right path of life. That's what I thought to myself, trying to cover up the strange twist of emotions that swirled around the pit of my stomach.
"Young mistress," Tart called out towards me, scared.
I didn't hear him and turned him out. I didn't know my tongue was clicking against my teeth, creating dangerous sparks as smoke rolled out my nose and mouth. The little Orc scrambled away from me before he could finish telling me anything more about why they came here.
"Young mistress." A gentle but stern voice called out to me. Moca's hand was on my arm, waking me up in my chaotic mind. His words broke me out of the swirling emotions, and I opened my eyes.
"Yes?" I spoke.
"Please calm yourself. You don't want to blow up the only information source that we have right now." He chuckled, making the others tremble in fear at what Moca said. "You can do that after you have all the information."
Moca didn't make the situation any better, all the orcs were tense as they had raised up their weapons to fight, but they were too scared to rush ahead and strike at me.
I sighed. "Sorry, Moca. I wasn't thinking straight." The smoke disappeared, my focus was back at the Chief Orc, who was frowning at the threat that Moca just issued, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes as he stared at me.
Sitting up straight, I stared down at the Chieftain. "Now tell me, why have the half-elf and the human come to meet you?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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