In the middle of a chaotic scene, underground, near a massive wooden gate, there was an adult Draugr warrior with long black hair.
"Put it all inside!"
He shouted at another big Draugr warrior, telling him to "be careful!" referring to a group of poultry dragons being pulled by the second warrior.
Another Draugr warrior followed the order and did as he was told.
Then, the warrior with black hair turned his attention to a young person standing nearby. He said, "You're amazing, young lad! How many have you already captured? You've caught a lot, and that's really impressive."
He spoke with genuine admiration in his voice.
"We were planning to have them all go and die at the hands of those filthy dragons, they were hard to catch, and only Draugr warriors who were knowledgeable about herding these poultry were able to catch them easily, really impressive."
Another big Draugr warrior joined the conversation and said, "You're an incredible kid. How did you manage to do this?"
The surrounding injured Draugr warriors were also looking at the teenager in shock, they were watching and nodded in agreement on how amazing the teen was.
They couldn't help but feel there was something special about this young person.
They knew that the village was in danger because there were many large dragons causing havoc, some are even in the brink of death.
However, despite the danger, this youth kept coming back, alive, not a single scratch and with a lot of poultry dragons following him, also not injured.
The injured warriors couldn't understand it.
They knew the poultry dragons were important, but they wondered if it was worth risking one's life for them.
However, they let the youth go back into the danger zone or battlefield where dragon warriors and dragons were wreaking havoc, because they saw the determination in the young lad's eyes. It seemed like nothing could stop him.
Meanwhile, Murky scratched his head and replied, "I haven't caught all of them yet."
Although he said this out loud, deep down, he felt a mix of satisfaction and dissatisfaction.
He thought to himself, 'I've already gotten 157 of them. I won't go back to being a normal human, and I won't be kicked out of the tribe anymore as the system told so.'
He was determined.
'There are only a few more left, but that place is full of dragons. It's too dangerous, even with Snow White by my side. I can't be sure she won't get tired.'
Suddenly, he received a notification in his mind, telling him that two poultry dragons had been lost by a player named StupidLove.
The count of collected poultry dragons was 157 out of 200, and the number lost was 42 out of 50.
Murky clenched his teeth, his face filled with determination.
"Alright, that's not enough. I need to get more," he told the adult Draugr warrior.
Suddenly, he looked to the side and nodded, and three small figures appeared from the darkest shadows, surprising the adult Draugr warriors. Murky looked back at the Draugr warriors and asked, "I found these little guys up there. Please take care of them."
The Draugr warriors were flabbergasted, but somehow composed themselves easily, making Murky respect them for their alertness.
Suddenly, Murky's voice softened as he added, "They told me that someone trapped them in the wine hut and threatened to kill them if they escaped."
Instantly, the surrounding Draugr warriors were astonished.
They were completely flabbergasted, their minds filled with questions as they stared at Murky and the children, their eyes darting back and forth.
Murky observed their facial expressions and understood what their reaction would be.
The Draugr warriors valued honor greatly, and they believed in not causing harm to young ones who were not yet of age.
Murky knew that these Draugrskins would be furious to whoever the person was that ordered these children to guard the hut, making their smell be found by dragons, and eventually burn the alcohol hut, but he had no interest in witnessing a spectacle.
Just moments before, Murky let out a sigh of immense relief.
This child had done something truly remarkable by successfully herding all the poultry dragons.
It was fortunate that Murky had followed his instincts and brought them along. In the movie, it was mentioned that all the Herder Draugr warriors and their poultry dragons had died in the Rogar.
It's a location where they were sent, on the other side of the village, was engulfed in flames from a massive dragon attack.
As morning arrived, desperation took hold of their hearts as they searched for a dragon herder who could gather the remaining scattered poultry dragons.
However, their efforts to find someone capable of caring for the injured creatures led to a grim discovery. The child, along with his body and two other unidentified children, had been killed.
They were incinerated in a wine hut along with the storage for the wines.
"Fortunately, I found them by chance," Murky muttered to himself.
Suddenly, the voices of the Draugr warriors interrogating the children echoed in his ears.
"What?! Someone told you to defend the hut? That's absurd! That disrespectful scoundrel!"
The sound of their questioning brought a sense of closure to Murky, but he still felt a lingering sense of responsibility.
He wished he could personally seek vengeance against the person who heartlessly trapped the three children in the wine hut.
However, his abilities were limited, so for now, he would trust the Draugr warriors of Draugrskins to deal with the culprit, if that person managed to survive the dragon attack.
The seasoned dragon warrior furrowed his brow and extended his hand, gently placing it on Murky's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.
With a concerned tone, he spoke, "Young lad, I don't understand why you want to go on this dangerous path. We can try to acquire more poultry dragons from other tribes or uninhabited islands where they roam freely. It would be better for you to return to Rogard, where you'll be safe. You've already achieved more than you could have imagined, and we appreciate your contributions."
Murky then looked at the other Draugr warriors, who silently conveyed their acceptance of him as one of their own.
Murky understood the perspective of the Draugrskins, young warriors who had awakened the dormant dragon gene within themselves.
It was true that he didn't have to undertake this perilous task.
In their Draugr village, whenever the full moon rose, dragons would attack, craving their flesh and the poultry dragons they had acquired from other tribes or islands.
It was customary for the defense of the village to be entrusted to the younger generation of Draugrskins, along with the trained Draugr warriors.
The goal was to awaken the dragon genes in the younger warriors through constant pressure or by anointing themselves with the blood of dragons slain by the seasoned warriors.
If they survived, the younger generation would face the dragons again during the next full moon.
So, according to the Draugrskins, Murky didn't need to prove himself. He was already a Draugr warrior and could stay in the safe confines of Rogard.
Rogard was a sanctuary where women, poultry dragons, children, and essential supplies like milk and water were kept. It also served as a home for the newly awakened Draugr warriors, the younger generation who had unlocked their dragon genes.
But Murky was determined. He nodded at the elders and respectfully bowed.
"I'm sorry, elders, but I have to go. Otherwise, I'll feel incomplete, despite awakening the dragon gene within me."
With those words, he turned away and left. He couldn't afford any further delay; he had to capture the remaining dragons before they were killed.
Besides, Murky had no obligation to reveal that he was on a mission assigned by the nightmare system of this world.
As Murky walked away, the towering Draugr warrior with ebony hair didn't take offense. He sighed wistfully and muttered,
"Ah, how I miss my youth."
Another Draugr warrior approached and asked, "Why did you let him go? What if he dies? It would be a waste of talent."
However, the massive Draugr warrior simply shook his head and replied, "By denying him this experience, he'll never truly grow."