"Crap!!" Cious cursed as he saw the squad of four slowly approach the mountain with looks of pridefulness and arrogance. They were here to tear them down.
"Gribble, get me my staff!!" Cious barked at one of the goblins behind him prompting him to jump up and rush up The mountain at an incrediblely fast pace.
—woosh
As he ran past the villagers in hurry and panic, Qarc couldn't help but frown and turn his gaze to where Malvorrak was looking, at first it was blurry, but soon after the figures before him became vividly clear.
Savage humans
"All of you should retreat up the mountain," Qarc stood up and spoke softly to the villagers. The worst had happened, he had hoped that at least Zysera would appear before it all caved in on them, so they could go out fighting together.
But it seemed like this would not be the case.
They would have to fight on their own without her.
"All able bodied Lizardmen, Ready yourselves we have guests!!" Qarc Bellowed before pulling out a light blue sword from his side.
Facing off against the humans was something he had always wanted, and dispite the circumstances, he still wanted it, they might be stronger, but they had the quantity.
For destroying Yolan village, they had to pay with blood!
"Yes boss!!"
Lizardman after lizardman fell out from within the encampment grabbing at anything they could use as weapons.
The people of Yolan village were their responsibility, as such they had a duty to lay down their life for them. This was the responsibility of the strong to the weak.
…
"Hmm, so this is where you've been hiding"
Meanwhile, Duan slowly Strut to the river beside the mountain with a look of amusement on his face.
Cious and his little goblin friends thought they could lose him in a chase? That was hilarious. He was the best tracker in the 8th chieftains forces, there weren't a lot of people that could espcape him as long as he had his eyes on them.
"Where's the little lizard wench?" Arriving at the river bank separating them from Malvorraks mountain, a voice resounded from behind Duans men, as a red haired young man rode forward and asked.
He was part of the envoy that had come to the Yolan village weeks ago. They had attempted to hold them hostage, taking their pride away and stumping it on the ground.
But luckily, with the sacrifice of the old man they were able to escape and bring in reinforcements. Now it was time for revenge.
"Who are you calling a wench?" Qarc asked clearly annoyed by the words of this human. He dared refer to his mother as a wench? Did he think that Qarc was a push over?
"I'm talking about your bitch of a mother!!" The red haired man barked causing veins to pop up on his forehead.
He could Refer to Zysera however he saw fit, she was nothing but a creature after all. They were all just animals to him.
"You'll play for that" Qarc raised his sword and pointed it at the red haired man.
However, his words were….not so important in the grand scheme of things as the two most powerful existences on opposite sides were still completely focused on each other.
"This one here will make a great mount" Duan not caring for their bickering looked straight at Malvorraks and spoke loudly with a trace of greed in his eyes.
"Hm?" Hearing Malvorrak titled his head slightly with a questioning look on his face.
Did he hear that right?
"What do you say beast? Will you be my ride?" Duan asked much more arrogantly, it sounded like a question, but felt more like a command.
He wanted to ride Malvorrak like a horse.
He wanted Malvorrak, the savage beast who was known for his feats of rage and brutality. The brother eater, to be his mount? What balls!!
Hearing these words from far away, the villagers couldn't help but feel a bit surprised, was this audacity because of ignorance or was this person just plain stupid?
Malvorrak was a wild beast, a powerful Wild beast at that, no one would be able to ride him as a mount.
They couldn't wrap their heads around what was going through this humans mind.
Of course, they couldn't understand Duans mind, his was a very simplistic way of thinking. He didn't anything Weaker than him from another specie to be anything other than pets for him.
They could either be that or his food, there was no in between for Duan, that was all they could be to him.
"Grrr" below Duan, the boar he was one growled viciously at Malvorrak showing great displeasure. It seemed to understand what was going on here.
Duan had found something he liked more than it and wanted to change him in the blink of an eye. This was humiliating, and it was all Malvorraks fault.
How dare he try to take his master?
There was no way he would let this slide, if Malvorrak wanted his master he would have to fight him.
"Ohh? Yeah I forgot about you" Duan feeling the irritation beneath him nodded his head and slowly dismounted and stood right oppposite the boar slowly caressing his back.
This beast was a level 3 mountain devilboar he had tamed during his time in the windburn mountain range south of the human tribes.
At that time he was merely at level 4 so it was very useful for him and would serve well in battle. However, he was stronger now and didn't need it for battle anymore.
Just that alone rendered it useless in Duans book.
—shuuu
With a single wave of his butcher knife he cleaved downwards and split the boars head from its body. It didn't even know what happened until it's head hit the ground all of a sudden.
This was the brutality of Duan, it was destined to die the very moment it submitted to him