Chapter 33: Dragon of Nightmares(1)
The goblins’ bodies were trembling vigorously, and Azeth had no say in that.
He thought that the cold following the rain might be one of the reasons, but he quickly dismissed that.
Azeth sensed several other presences.
’Wait, are the goblins being threatened here?’ he suspected.
And it was not a baseless suspicion...
Especially with the stench of blood nearby. A very familiar stench. Azeth almost felt a repulsive urge to kill.
A sorrow followed too, a strange mixture of emotions within him.
There was the corpse of a small dragon hatchling lying nearby.
It beca visible when Azeth said just one word, "Move."
And the goblins moved aside imdiately.
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.
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A few hours ago...
The pack of wolves that had butchered the baby dragon remained not too far from the place.
They used a gigantic banyan tree as shelter from the incoming rain.
Their leader, a black-furred Death Wolf, sat on the ground, ready to rest as the others erected a barrier to prevent bursts of wind from penetrating and disturbing their master’s sleep.
"If not for the rain, we could have enjoyed the delicious dragon at," said one of the wolves maintaining the do-shaped barrier.
"Yeah, what a pity," another wolf beside him sighed.
There were about eighteen wolves at the mont, all of them adults. Sixteen were males, and two were females, who appeared to be the Death Wolf’s companions.
They sat close by, overhearing the bickering of their clansn. They did not indulge in it, as they shared similar thoughts.
One of the females looked up at her husband and asked, "Your Majesty, why didn’t we bring the dragon we killed with us? Our people could have enjoyed the rare at..."
She herself was drooling, wanting to taste it as well.
Dragons were weaklings. That was a fact.
There was another fact: dragons made fantastic delicacies.
So she could not help but ask,
"Also, I’m not sure why we ca here if not for the at. What was the purpose of visiting such a faraway place, Your Majesty?"
Eren, the Death Wolf, decided to answer and reveal the fear within his heart that kept growing significantly.
"A dream..."
"I had a dream..."
"A bad dream, Shaka."
"B-bad dream?"
"Yes. A nightmare."
Shaka gulped a small chunk of saliva as her head beca elevated. One look at her eyes and Eren could tell that she wanted to know more.
"In this nightmare, picture this, Shaka: A monstrous dragon cos right here with thoughts of revenge. It hunts us down with a thirst for blood and tears us apart one by one. Then it proceeds to feast on our flesh. It turns our bones into grueso tokens of victory and strength. Our teeth are ripped out and aligned like dallions. Yet its hunger for revenge is insatiable. It fuels its growth and seeks every living soul, enslaving them. We were all helpless. All we could do was wait to be consud on a day stained with doom. re livestock and nothing more..."
Eren’s unsettling narrative left Shaka swallowing hard, her throat dry as dust. His words carried an eerie weight.
"And that is why you ca here? To kill that being in advance?" Shaka inquired, her voice barely audible.
But Eren didn’t speak imdiately. He first paused, then closed his eyes tight regretting sothing, and then finally looked at her.
"I made a mistake."
Shaka raised her eyebrows and simply stared.
"M-mistake, Your Majesty?"
A nervous gulp echoed in the tense air.
"Yes. This dream ca to like raindrops falling from the sky. The mont I killed the dragon hatchling, I envisioned it... A vision. A nightmarish vision."
The wolves beside him heard this, and for a mont, even their mouths went dry.
"T-then...?"
Eren turned to the one person who could help him.
It was Elder Liik, the oldest and wisest wolf of the pack.
"Uncle, could you please tell your suggestion?"
Liik was smaller, frailer, with less fur, but he still walked proudly. Perhaps due to aging, or the insane wisdom he had acquired, but his black fur had already turned brown.
He stepped forward after giving a brief glance at Shaka and Eren.
Then, after a small pause and putting his tongue out, he said, "It is a simple task. We must go and apologize to the ssenger sent by the dragon. We must bow down qnd swear to serve him forever. That is the only way. If not, then..."
There was a brief pause, and a young wolf intervened. "If not, then what, Elder?"
"If not, then I would not consider His Majesty’s nightmare just a dream. It would most likely beco a real, realistic scenario."
"Like a dragon killing us all?"
"Yes."
Silence filled the air, which was soon shattered by an eruptive burst of laughter.
"Hahahahahahahaha!!!"
It was Eren’s elder brother, the one missing an eye, Erst.
As prideful as he was, he was also spiteful due to losing leadership to his younger brother.
A Death Wolf himself, he let out a loud howl.
"We are the proud wolves of Talia! And so re dragon will co and kill us? Hahahahaha!"
Others joined in the laughter, but Erst continued,
"I am a proud Death Wolf, and I would like to see... who dares show Death?"
Liik barely managed to speak, "You may have command over death, Erst, but..."
"Enough!"
"The dragon is supposed to appear in the nearby goblin village, right? Fine! I will prove myself and kill him before he becos a threat! All those who believe in , follow !"
Ten wolves followed him without question and ran after him.
Elder Liik could only shout from behind, "No! You must not enrage the ssenger! He..."
But they were already gone.
And worse was yet to co.
Liik had clearly warned them not to anger the dragon, yet Erst did exactly what he was told not to.
He dragged the corpse of the dead baby dragon to the goblin settlent and dumped it right outside.
This was the exact corpse Azeth was now staring at.
And the presence he felt belonged to the wolves who soon appeared without difficulty.
"So he’s the dragon of nightmares? Hahahahahahaha!"
"..."
"Kill him."
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