Chapter 279. Burz’s Anger
Dragon King''s Harem Chapter 279. Burz''s Anger
In front of the grand throne hall, Evelina and the rest found themselves in a state of anticipation. The atmosphere was tense, and anxiety lingered in the air.
With them was Burz along with several other orc leaders. The orcs couldn''t help but worry about what transpired within those hallowed walls. Their greatest fear was that the dragon king, in a fit of rage, might have unleashed his fury upon sha, potentially leading to her untimely demise. Such a tragic oue would undoubtedly jeopardize the negotiations.
But deep down, buried beneath the cloak of worry, resentment brewed within their hearts. After all, they had sacrificed and endured, it seemed inconceivable that they would have to yield to the dragon king in such a demeaning manner.
Yet, for the sake of peace, they found themselves reluctantly reliant on this unsettling situation. The orc tribe had been ravaged by countless conflicts, and now they stood on the precipice of desperation, with little else to cling to.
The dragon soldiers stood firm, stationed diligently at the entrance of the throne hall. Their vignt gaze was fixed upon the wounded orcs, ensuring that they posed no threat of retaliation.
Within the confines of the hall, the intive cries of the princess echoed, intertwining with the thunderous roar of the dragon king. The roar itself signaled that the dragon king had assumed his formidable half-dragon form, a transformation infamous for iming the life of one of his previous consorts.
The question that lingered in the minds of those present was whether he had reverted his manhood to its original size or retained the overwhelming proportions of his draconic self.
Though the sounds emanating from the hall were deeply unsettling, the dragons outside remained unperturbed. To them, it was not as bad as thest full moon consummate. After all, as dragons, their minds were not susceptible to the base desires that gued other creatures. They were not driven by perversion or an insatiable appetite for sex. For them, the act served only to perpetuate their lineage, a necessary duty to ensure the survival of their kind.
Burz''s heart sank, and a heavy silence settled upon him. He found himself unable to meet the gaze of hisrades, his head bowed in defeat. His eyes wandered to the Magic Bracelet adorning his wrist.
At that moment, he wished he could sever his arm, and rid himself of the ursed artifact that bound him. But deep down, he knew that such an act would be futile. If it were that easy, sha would have done it already.
His frustration grew, gnawing at him from within. The resounding moans echoed once more from the depths of the hall, causing Burz to clench his fists, his knuckles turning white. A whirlwind of emotions swirled inside him, a maelstrom of anger, resentment, and helplessness. It was as if his heart bore his twin''s pain. He felt impotent, a failure in the face of the challenges they now confronted.
The sound of sha''s moans, both pained and desperate, pierced Burz''s soul. It tore at him, fueling his frustration with each passing moment. He was torn between his desire to rush in and save her, to put an end to the torment she endured, and the harsh reality that he could do nothing but wait. The helplessness gnawed at his core, a bitter taste that lingered in his mouth.
Images of sha, strong and vibrant, shed before Burz''s mind. The memory of their childhood adventures, their sharedughter, and their unbreakable bond added salt to his wounds.
Burz''s frustration reached its boiling point. Unable to bear the torment any longer, he exploded with an impulsive surge of energy. With a sudden burst of determination, he stormed toward the entrance of the grand hall, his impatience propelling him forward.
His heart raced, and his mind swirled with a desperate need to know the fate of his beloved sister. He lunged forward, intent on barging through the doors, but his path was abruptly blocked by the dragon soldiers.
"Stand back, orc!" the soldiersmanded, their voices firm and unwavering.
Burz, however, was undeterred. His body trembled with a mixture of fatigue and desperation. With every ounce of strength, he could muster, he made one final attempt to break through their defense. "Move!" he pleaded.
But s, his efforts were in vain. The dragon soldiers remained steadfast, immovable in their duty to protect the hall.
General Guillotine, his face twisted in anger, seized Burz by the shoulders, yanking him back with a force that sent the prince sprawling to the ground. The impact reverberated through Burz''s body, leaving him momentarily disoriented.
He found himself staring up at the fearsome figure before him, General Guillotine’s dragon-like ws engulfed in raging mes.
"Are you deaf?" the general snapped, his displeasure palpable in his voice. His eyes bore into Burz with a mix of disdain and frustration. "Do you have a death wish or something?" The mes on Guillotine''s w danced menacingly, a grim reminder of the imminent danger that loomed over the prince''s neck.
"Let me go, you lowly peasant!" Burz''s enraged voice reverberated through the hall. His frame strained against General Guillotine’s iron grip.
“You!” General Guillotine raised his arm in a threatening gesture. It appeared as though a fiery sh between the orc prince and the dragon general was imminent.
But just as the tension seemed unbearable, the colossal doors of the throne hall creaked open.
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