Chapter 79: Soul Bard (1/2)
Harpies are female demons with the body of an eagle but the face of a human. Notably, they have the ability to speak and possess an above average level of intelligence. Instead of arms, these birdwomen had wings with which they took to the skies and swooped down to rip apart their prey with their razor sharp talons.
They loved raw meat and were natural born bandits thanks to their extreme speed. Their human face had a beauty that rivalled some of the peerless beauties in the human race. This coupled with their mesmerizing voices, allowed them to charm their prey and even caused them to hallucinate.
However, their beauty only extended to their face and voice. Outside of that, these harpies possessed a litany of vices which includes, cruelty, promiscuity and bloodthirstiness. They were essentially the representatives of chaos.
They were notorious for capturing males of other races and forcing themselves on them. These unfortunate creatures would not be allowed to rest until they were thoroughly drained by the harpies. If a male child was born as a result of this, the harpies would kill and consume these babies; only females were spared this fate.
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Was I dreaming just now? In that dream, I seemed to be singing <>, and then…and then when I opened my eyes…
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Devils, hellhounds, demonic werewolves, demonic half-orcs, medusas…wait, why are there medusas here? Weren’t we fighting with them?
And there’s not just one of them either, let’s see…one, two, three, four, five…I don’t think I have enough fingers…
What’s with their lack of clothing…exactly what are you guys plotting by showing me those weapons on your chest. Bunch of savages…I scorn you…now, let me count how many medusas I have to scorn, one, two , three, four, five, six, seven…I think I need to use my feet as well…
“Master, what’s with that strange expression on your face and why are you panting?” I was suddenly pulled out from the tumultuous peaks of the medusas by that little potato, No.5. Having regained my senses, I gave the corner of my mouth a wipe despite there being nothing to wipe off.
“Ah, what are you all doing here?” Exactly what are these medusas doing here, what happened while I was sleeping?
“Master, were you the one singing just now? It was beautiful, please allow your lowly servant, me, No.5, to kiss your toes as an expression of my loyalty and humbleness.” Without even waiting for me to respond, he pounced on me, his arms and legs spread eagled in what looked like a toad stance as he reached out for my calves.
*smack*
Before his face got the chance to hug my legs, it was met was a painful flash of black. The Grimoire of the Dead smacked him loudly on the face, sending this lascivious guy rolling away like a gourd.
“Your singing wasn’t bad.” Violet Snow trotted up to me and laid her front paws on my calf, her face betraying a hint of disbelief. “It’s just, I have a question for you.”
“What’s that?”
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Violet Snow glanced at me with a serious look on her face, “Why do you tiptoe when you reminisce?”
“…”
I actually did that…it’s probably because of that song…how I should know, it’s not like I’m the songwriter, why don’t you ask that guy instead…
As if on cue, her rival, Habona stepped out to answer her question. With a pat on my head, she said: “That’s because this fellow is too short.”
“…”
I really want to cry…
However, this comedy skit didn’t last too long; I still wanted to know why were the medusas here. It turns out that after the werewolves retreated, the medusas left to look for Harlow and Mojasha but instead found out that they were captured by the harpies…
Aren’t those the second-tier dungeon faction units from Heroes of Mig** and Mag** III. I remember those birdwomen well…They had a human face and an eagle’s body. When you upgraded them, they could attack without retaliation and even flew back to their original spot; perfect against those immobile factions.
Oops…I went off track again.
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Basically, the lovebirds were ambushed by the harpies and Harlow ended up being captured. In actuality, he was safe for the time being but as time passes, the risk of him being drained by these promiscuous harpies increases.
A couple of beautiful medusas…beautiful if you ignored their snake bodies and earthy smell…stepped out from the crowd of medusas.
…I just don’t get what that werewolf saw in these medusas…just their stench alone could burn his sensitive nose…don’t tell me he’s in this for Mt. Everest?
Truth be told, I had some difficulty telling all these creatures apart. Thankfully, the devils under me all had their own unique features and devils had their own unique way of identifying each other so I didn’t suffer much in that respect.
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As for the others, that old werewolf was like the old hobo from down the street;definitely easy to recognize. Habona was three meters tall and even towered over her kinsman.