Red Blood
Dragon Hunt (ll)
In the kingdom of Middle Earth the Orcs were gathering in front of the palace of Bourga in large numbers. Maybe thousands. Some were wounded, some were lined up neatly in the middle of the field escorted by Werewolf warriors.
In the palace, Bourga and Qimba, the king of the Orcs, were having a serious conversation. Each of them wore royal oversized clothes, showing prideful dignity as well as high self esteem.
“Where is the Core of the Ancestors of the Elves?” Said the King of Bourga.
“Sorry we haven't been able to get it. My men have searched all over the Elf country and slaughtered anyone they meet but still have not found the owner of the Ancestral Core. I promise I'll hand it to you as soon as we find it.”
“Then why did you meet me if you couldn't?”
“Your Highness Bourga, my army has been exhausted a lot in the war against the Elves yesterday. It would be much more effective if you would lend your Werewolf army to us. At least the Ancestral Core quest could be done faster with fewer casualties.”
“You know Qimba, I appreciate your help voluntarily making an alliance with me. But I hate failure. Failure is evidence of a person's inability to do something. No matter how much experience you get from failure, failure still fails,” Bourga comes to the king of the Orcs, “but there is something else I hate more than failure, you know what it is?”
King Qimba was silent, intimidated by Bourga's power, which was now just a few centimeters from his face. Bourga's eyes turned tapering like tiger eyes staring at the Orcs in front full of fury.
“That's the guy who broke the promise. Before you promised to get the Elf Ancestral Core by yourself and you blatantly claimed to be able to do so. But you came home empty-handed. I'll give you a little help from my soldiers, but if you ever see me again in a state of not finding the Ancestral Core, I'll chop off your head before your own people, understand?”
Qimba said nothing. For him Bourga's threat is serious, he's not a man who likes to play with words. Without doing much, the Orc king could only leave the room in a mute state.
...***...
The fangs and comrades began to travel into the forest. About three hours passed either they were still in the royal area or not even a dragon they met. The day had already started the afternoon with a dim light to the brass in the west. It was two o'clock in the afternoon but the sun was gone.
It was then that from the east slowly came a new light that was as bright as the sun. It was Ilfina's artificial sun. Even if it is late afternoon and the sun is almost sunset, in fact the mini artificial sun is able to repel the night that arrived prematurely. Because of this impropriety, the artificial sun was created to justify a day that has been cut in duration.
Ilfina smilingly looked up at the sky knowing her artificial sun was working well.
“So ...,” said Taring while glaring at the girl, “why are you wearing a cloth on your face? Is there magic?”
“You mean this veil? No, it's ordinary cloth. I wear it just as a symbol, a symbol for me to always keep my mouth and say the fine thing. Wh why? Don't like me wearing this?”
“Not that, if it's the function to keep you talking I think you should use more veils. Your words still hurt a lot.”
Ilfina stopped walking, her cheeks bulging to Taring like a little child not getting ice cream, she snagged.
“But ...,” says Taring while hiding face, “I like it really is. I think you're sexier by wearing that.”
From the bulging cheeks it turned into a blushing red. Ilfina was like a bucket of water hearing what Taring had just said. He was misbehaved, embarrassed and upset at the same time. His head was empty and he could not think much.
Bonks!
As empty as his head, he hit the body of a Rhino that suddenly stopped walking. Ilfina's nose is flushed with armour.
“Ouch! Rhino why stop?”
“Each him later on,” said Ula angry in front of lead herd, “I said we should rest first here. Travel is too dangerous if done at night. The artificial sun will only last a few hours before leaving again.”
“She was right,” said Miria, “ini is no longer Erga area. Many monsters and animals are dangerous at night. We camped here.”
Taring and Ilfina looked at each other with frowning gazes. Not objecting to camping, but disagreeing with one of the words in the sentence thrown by Ula just now.
Without Taring realize—because too engrossed with Ilfina—they arrived in front of the mouth of the mini cave. Beside him was a small stream that was not too swift. The rhinos collected some firewood. Miria and Ula looked into the cave whether there were poisonous animals or not. Once thought to be all safe they entered and began to clean the spider webs that filled the roof of the cave.
Miria spread out a pink cloth that was enough to be a pedestal. Then he took off his helmet and leaned against the wall breathing the air leisurely. Ula did the same.
“All safe, we can sleep here tonight,” Miria said.
Rhino came in carrying a pile of firewood in large quantities, then said, “we should look for food. Otherwise later Taring can rampage midnight.”
“Yes right,” Ilfina confirmed, “ada Vampire here. Keep all your blood from drying out in the morning.”
All stared at Taring suspiciously. The man's mouth tapered sharply ridiculing Ilfina. It was true that there had been an incident with Taring's bloodthirsty habits. But somehow at this moment he felt offended.
“Ya already! I'm just going to fish there.”
The fangs bellowed away while stomping the legs firmly. Even if he said he wanted to fish, everyone still suspected if he really wanted to fish? Even the fishing gear he doesn't have. Especially the most suspicious Ilfina, she then said, “does she know how to fish?”
All in unison didn't know. Remember that! Taring was still a ten-year-old boy, he was still a child with a trait that was sometimes still 'childish' as well. All this time he lived as a barbarian by eating raw meat since a baby, suddenly said he wanted to fish? It was only natural that Ilfina asked.
Ilfina then followed the burly man who had the face of the children alone towards the river. He saw that Taring was digging something in the ground with nails. The fangs were aware of the distinctive aroma of Ilfina who was very fragrant behind him even though he did not turn his head. As soon as the veiled girl approached, Taring turned his head back while revealing a monstrous creature that Ilfina did not want to see in her entire life.
“What is this enough?”
“KYA!!! KEEP THAT AWAY FROM ME!”
GDEBOOMS!
The sound of explosions was heard from the river. Miria, Rhino and Ula reflex turned to the source of the sound, “what is it?”
“Ah at least two lovebirds, already not ignored,” said Ula with ketus. Rhino and Miria just nodded.
On the other hand Taring's face was even black-legam-gosong because something he was holding had exploded, “yah scorched deh, even though I had difficulty collecting the worms. Why are you doing that?”
“Ma-sorry I can't bear to see worms. I'm really disgusted with that animal.”
“Ohhh .. That's why you were scared of Krairon and went berserk the first time you met them. Turns out you're disgusted yeah ..” Taring beropini still with his black face.
Then came an idea, a crazy idea that emanated into a demonic smile on the face of Taring, “wah .. this if until princess Miria knows how yes..?”
Suddenly a blackish aura surrounded Ilfina's body, her eyes glowing while her hands pointed a golden flute at Taring. The man immediately shuddered in horror and fell silent instantly, if he spoke perhaps he could die in an instant.
“Never say this to anyone. Otherwise, it's your head that's going to explode next, got it?” ilfina's voice resembled that of a raging female demon. The fangs could only nod while trying to swallow saliva soaked the suddenly dry esophagus.
Seeing the man nod with great difficulty, Ilfina pulled back the flute along with the loss of her black aura as well as her bright eyes. The veiled girl threw a fishing rod at Taring and left without saying a word. The fangs feel terrorized by the angel of death alone. He painstakingly took a breath while stroking his chest.
It's so scary that woman!
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