The group walks towards the top and almost gets there.
"Zeran, Geralt, Vesemir, did you hear the royal wyvern who took Lexander?" Saibus is thoughtful in the face of the non-reaction of his witcher colleagues and his senses which are as strong as these.
"No, I didn't hear or smell anything." Vesemir declares first.
"Ditto," respond Geralt and Zeran afterward.
"It is strange that no one has heard the wyvern approaching."
"And what do you think then?"
"I think someone prevented us from knowing that the wyvern was coming. And that worries me, worries me greatly because it means that the person who did this is mighty and possibly has a wyvern army in his hands. orders." Saibus said seriously.
The others think about what Saibus just said and hope he is wrong.
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A few tens of meters from the summit, no more wyverns approach the extermination group, which makes them stiffen a little because of Saibus's previous words. But, of course, it's not expected that there isn't a wyvern on top of the mountain, except if there isn't one thing scarier than a dozen or more wyverns.
As they get closer and closer to the summit, the group members hear the noises of fighting, insults… They hurry and arrive in a vast flat area covered with snow and ice.
But this plateau is not the biggest surprise they have because Lexandre is on his knees in front of them. A pool of blood under him, a pool made of his blood. This blood comes from his left and right arms, which are on the ground, torn from his body. This is surprisingly enough, but the shock comes from the creature who did this and lying in front of Lexander. This creature is giant. It is several meters long. She is mighty and dangerous. The animal is covered with green scales, prominent wings, sharp claws.
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The creature watches the arrivals with its yellow eyes.
"What do you want, strangers?" The beast asks in a deep voice.
All the group members are frozen, intimidated by the being in front of them. Saibus is the first to recover and moves forward slightly.
"We have come here to investigate the surge of wyverns on Mahakam. We are also looking for our colleague who was captured by a royal wyvern during our ascent." Saibus speaks slowly and respectfully.
"Oh, a young half-elf who speaks the ancient language correctly, this is extremely rare. You are a talented, young elf. But, for the reason of your coming, I am the cause. danger and become aggressive. I sort Dangerme their boss one way or another. " The deep voice of the creature echoes throughout the set.
"Thank you for your compliment, sir…."
"Zirrkrael"
"Mister Zirrkrael, can I ask you what you do in these snow-capped mountains? From what I can see, you are a green dragon. I have learned that you prefer forests and nature." Saibus is still respectful, trying not to piss off the dragon in front of him.
"I like you, so I'll answer your question. I'm here because I'm just looking for a new place to live after my last house was destroyed in one of my clashes with a red dragon. I managed to kill it but destroyed my forest in the process. So I've been away a long time, far north. I'm currently taking a break from my trip. "
"In that case, I have a request for you, if you wish."
"I'm listening, young elf."
"I know several forests that can accommodate you, I give you their locations, and in return, we get our friend here and leave the kingdom of Mahakam without a wyvern," Saibus asks, pointing to Lexander and pointing to the mountains.
"I can accept that one of your young elf requests. However, you have to choose between your colleague, friend, or the dwarf realm. What do you choose?" Zirrkrael asks in an ancient and malicious voice.
Saibus looks at the members of his group and Lexandre, who has already passed out from the loss of blood. He approaches the latter under the gaze of betrayal of the dwarves and disappointment of Zirrkrael.
"Slash"
Lexandre's head flies through the air before falling heavily to the ground. Saibus's cup has already been frozen by the cold that reigns at the top of its mountains.
"I choose Mahakam, Mr. Zirrkrael."
"Ahhaahhahaha. You send me delighted, young elf." Zirrkrael replied, laughing.
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"Tonight, we are gathered here to celebrate the successful arrest of the wyverns. We are here to party but before that, I want to thank the band members who received this achievement. Vesemir and Geralt, the witcher of the wolf, Zeran witcher of the Griffin as well as Desmond and Saibus, assistance League, and finally valiant dwarves, Zoltan, Moran, and brave" Mahakam King Brouver Hoog make a speech.
"YEAH," A cry of joy is heard throughout the banquet hall.
"Finally, before I finish, I want to pay tribute to Lexandre, the witcher of the cat who perished in front of one of his wretched wyverns," said Brouver solemnly.
At his words, silence filled the room—silence for a dead man who fought for them. The silence lasts two minutes before Brouver resumes.
"After this tribute for this fallen hero, it's time to celebrate."
"YEAH"
This cry which resonates in the great banquet hall, launches the hostilities of the feast.
A festive atmosphere then takes hold of the room. The tables are filled with dishes that consist mainly of meat. Songs fill the banquet hall. Screams echoed here and there, all creating a general commotion.
Saibus is found with Desmond and the witchers of the Wolf and finally Zoltan, Moran, and Maran.
"So guys, what are you going to do after that drinking bout." With a glass of beer in his hand, Zoltan questions his former brothers in arms.
"As usual, we will continue our witcher profession. We know how to do that after all." Vesemir declares, playing with his liquor.
"And it's not like the job failed." Geralt adds before finishing his mug.
"I intend to resume the missions of the Order, take a little nap and take a short break of a few months," Desmond said, pouring himself another drink.
"Nothing, in particular, except doing missions and trying to take the opportunity to travel through the realms." Saibus finished after having drunk his little glass of strong alcohol.
The feast continues until early the following day, ending the wyvern invasion of Mahakam's realm.
AN: I am still looking for a publisher. If you are interested, please contact me.