Bab 130: The Half-Orc (II)
I turned my head towards Stryd and cocked my head towards the side. Staring at him, I wondered what was taking Stryd so long to hop on. Standing there forever was something I wasn't going to do. Stryd glanced up towards me, he gulped and started to shake. For someone who was well-toned and looked like he could kill a human, he sure was quite a scaredy-cat.
Getting tired of waiting, I opened my mouth and reached over towards him to pick him up.
With a squeak, Stryd stumbled backward and fell onto his butt. He scrambled onto his knees, trying to get away as fast as he could. I reached over and nabbed him by the back of the collar and lifted him up.
"Nooo! Don't eat me!" Stryd screamed in horror as he dangled up in the air. He squirmed hard, trying to get out of my hold as best as he could. His hand threw up in the air, reaching over to get my teeth off his clothes. The harder he struggled, the more his clothes tore. "Please! I don't taste that great!"
I rolled my eyes, thinking that this kid was really going over the top unnecessarily. Was I really that terrifying to scare him this badly? I mean, I'm not going to eat him for food. The thought of eating Orcs made my stomach twirl. There was always a preference for what I liked to eat, and Orc wasn't one of them.
Now that I think about it, this Orc does have a strange smell on closer inspection. The Chief had a stronger body odor that smells close to old socks, in which it made my stomach want to hurl. Luckily, Styrd didn't smell so bad. His smell wasn't as ripe as the old angry face that was giving me a deadly glare.
When I turned towards him, I gave him the shut-up-and-don't-stare look in which the Chief glanced away as if he saw nothing.
"Oh shut up," I growled in between my teeth. Annoyed that he was struggling so much. "If you don't stop, I'll eat you."
Stryd froze. I gently brought him over towards my back and dropped him. He scrambled, trying not to fall off my back as he gripped my spikes on my back.
"Hold on tight," I replied, opening up my wings to its full wingspan.
The Chief and the other Orcs faltered back, pushed away by the gust from my wings being opened up. With a flap of my wings, I pumped it up and down, causing the wind to pick up even faster and faster. Sand picked up and swirled around me, and my feet started to hover off the ground.
The orcs all stood back in a hurry, trying not to get swept away by the wind itself. Some of them ran and hid behind their tents. The tent flipped over, the Orcs fell backward, and even their lizard-like horses that they had near them tied together started to hiss out loudly as they were roughly pushed back from the turmoil from the wind.
"Is the dragon leaving?!" Quite a few started to yell, some quite bewildered at the sheer size of my wingspan.
"Get down!" Others screamed, trying not to get blown away. "You're going to be blown away!"
"Quickly! Get the Fire Lizards from fleeing!"
"She's going to destroy our camp!"
I picked up higher into the air, they started to get smaller and smaller in view. Everyone was scrambling around, trying hard not to get blown away.
All of a sudden, I heard a half shout and angry words directed at me. "Damn, she-dragon! I hope you break your wings and fall!" The Chief Orc, who was tumbling around on the ground, attempting to get up off the ground but was failing.
I snapped my head towards him, ready to hurl an ice mist to freeze him up, but Moca completely beat me to it. Something white and sticky flew through the air and smacked the Chief in the face, arms, and legs.
Spiderwebs covered his mouth, his arm and legs were stuck to the floor, unable to move. Not even a second later, Moca formed around his right hand made out of spiderwebs. It twisted and turned into a large sharp spear, and with fluid motion, he threw it downwards with force. The first spear landed right next to the Chief's cheek as blood seeped out from scratch. The Chief gulped, staring at how close the spear impaled a hole in his head.
Moca threw another one that came hurtling down from the sky, each one a centimeters away from getting perfectly impaled. Right now, the Chief looked funny like a puppet with all the spears sticking around him.
I stared, amazed at Moca's control; he wasn't missing a single throw but was perfectly-getting them in place, allowing him to control how the Chief looked. An amused chuckle rumbled in my throat, making me want to laugh at the strange look that Chief was in.
"Disrespecting young mistress." Moca snarled in between his teeth. "If these low intelligent species don't know any better, I would've killed them here and now."
"Why didn't you?" Tart asked, watching with glee at Moca's aim. "I would."
"Because I don't want young mistresses to see blood any more than necessary." Moca twirled his last spear, and this time hurtled it downwards in between the Chief's legs.
It was then, I heard a painful yell, causing me to cringe. Tart face became pale while Stryd whimpered as he crossed his legs in pain as if it was his own. Though the last one, I gulped. It was horrifying. I knew for certain that the Chief would definitely not be able to have children after today. The other two shuddered when they saw what Moca had done. I looked away, chanting in my mind that nothing had happened. Now I understood why the One Hundred Face Spider was considered scarier than a Coco or Tart combined.
I actually started to get a bit scared of Moca, especially when he snaps. The thought of his diabolical acts that he would play if anyone offended him was terrifying. Tart was vicious and protective, Coco was hands down the coolest maid ever but was scary in her own way, but Moca was a whole different story from either Coco or Tart. He was someone I never want to truly offend, especially because I didn't know what he would do.
Torture was probably his forte from what I saw, while Coco was killed them outright without a second thought. Tart was still too young to be either as vicious or scary as either Coco or Tart, so I didn't quite know where he stood.
"Young mistress, don't you ever worry. No man or beast shall ever say such rude things to you when I am here." Moca clarified with a dignified voice as if he did something extraordinary.
"Thanks, Moca." I gulped. Pumping my wings even harder to get away from the screaming pain and horrified yell from the Orcs.
We quickly got up high into the sky and flew away from the places as fast as my wings could carry me. Still, the image was fresh in my mind, making me falter for a second, causing everyone to lurch forward.
"Are you okay young mistress?" Moca leaned over with concern and patted my shoulders. "I hope I didn't disturb you too much."
I coughed a couple of times as smokes escaped my lips. ��No. No. Absolutely not." I replied, trying my best to cover up my paled expression. "If you didn't do it, I might have blown fire at him."
"Ah, yes. The fire torture." Moca shook his head with understanding. "If you have done that, I would've made sure that the fire lasted a long time so it wouldn't go out."
Stryd hiccuped and whimpered, becoming smaller when he heard what Moca had said. I was even scared, which made me cringe. I already thought that it lasted as long as it was.
"How?" I asked, without realizing it. The moment I asked, I regretted it immensely. Me and my stupid mouth that couldn't stay closed. Why couldn't I just ask something else?
"I would've thrown oil on him."
I held in my breath as I faltered and fell a good two feet or more. "You have oil on you?" With a squeak, I flapped back up and steady my flight.
"Young mistress, I have everything necessary to deliver my service to the best of my ability.���
"Oh," I whispered. That's scary.
"Same! Same!" Tart waved his hand over his head, excited. "I'm always ready as well! Are you hungry young mistress?" He asked, hoping that I would say yes.
I shouldn't have looked over my shoulders, because what stared back at me was Tart's sparkling eyes. He already had cooking utensils out on my back, ready to cook something up. The thought of him cooking on my back made me feel weird, but I didn't say anything. Without even saying yes, he was cooking up something very delicious that I couldn't say no.
"Young mistress. I'll make you the best steak ever~."
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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