Chapter 85 Grobaks true might 3 (2/2)
Irthanil snorted in reply, ”As if you would dare to take things further.”
Even though the two fought, they hadn't fought to the death. The two were closely matched in strength and Irthanil was confident that Jark wouldn't kill him. To do so would mean an enmity and personal vendetta between the Harkul and the dragons, for his father was the mighty Dragon King, a being on the level of a Demigod. Since it hadn't gotten to that point yet, there was no need to fight to kill. Nonetheless, Irthanil was greatly weakened and his wing damaged and so he couldn't fly for a short period of time. His VIT had also been mostly depleted and his strength wasn't even a quarter of what it would normally be. The same could be said for Jark as well.
”Hmm, what could have happened here. Was this truly a trap? But for what purpose, it isn't as if they would dare truly harm me for fear of the consequences.”
Irthanil had rushed to fly here as quickly as he could after receiving the report from his subordinate Dragonmen. The report had stated there would be a tribe of Orcs here that needed to be destroyed, but it seemed that things hadn't gone the way he had hoped. Irthanil hadn't been able to receive any other reports and did not know of the death of his lieutenant and ended up flying right into the ambush of the true Chief of the Harkul tribe. This would surely put a damper on their plans, but once he returned they would have to speed their plans up.
”They might not dare, but I would!” A voice filled with hatred and anger entered the Dragon's ears.
This caught him by surprise. If it weren't for the fact that he was so fatigued and had lost much of his strength, it would not normally be possible for a weaker being to sneak up on him without being found out. It didn't help that the dragon had completely dropped his guard thinking no one would dare take things too far. A fight was one thing, but killing was another. What happened before was more of a warning and a show of strength. It never occurred to Irthanil that someone would seek his life, especially while on the Steppes. This would only bring a calamity down upon the heads of any who would dare step over that line. And not just the head of the one responsible, but on anyone even remotely connected. The Dragon King's might when in a rage was truly like an apocalyptic event. Who could survive the wrath of a Demigod like existence? Well, other than another Demigod or at the least, a cadre of peak Legendary beings.
So this voice that suddenly appeared from out of nowhere and that was filled with wrath and scorn was entirely unexpected. Irthanil had only just lifted his head in the direction of the voice to see who would dare speak to him in such a way, when he saw a figure descending from above him with the glint of a mighty axe reflected from the still burning flames. The dragon could only stare in surprise, a sudden dread filling his heart as he stared into those cold, blood red eyes filled with anger and rage.
It was the last thing Irthanil would ever see.
”My master sends his regards.”
The frightening swing of the greataxe bore down. A once mighty dragon was slain just like that.
Grobak stood over the now dead dragon as the flames crackled, the only other sound except for his heavy breathing. He had poured everything into that strike, and had luckily succeeded. If not for the already greatly weakened state that Irthanil was in, he never would have been able to kill an adult dragon. Grobak's class was already one specialized to the max in offensive ability, so it wasn't a surprise that using all his strength, that he could end the life of this dragon who was already in such a weakened state.
”I never expected the battle between the Orc chief and the dragon to be so terrifying. When will I be able to reach such heights? Either way, now there will be no reconciliation with the Orcs and the dragons. They are all dancing to my master's tune, and soon they will all walk to their doom. Tch, even after my words they still hoped to avoid this conflict, but now it is too late.”
Grobak smiled wickedly while returning his axe to its place on his back. He had been watching the battle between the two Legendary beings from a distant place and through the aid of his master's 'Astral Soul' ability, he had hidden his body's aura which stemmed from the potential in his soul. It was only until well after Grobak was sure that the Orc chief had left that he decided to approach where the dragon had fallen and was attempting to rest in recovery. He had successfully drew close to the dragon without making his presence known thanks to the aid of his master's power, the aftereffects of the battle which distorted the auras in the area, and also due to the dragon's own negligence.
No one would know or ever suspect that he was the one who had slain the dragon. The horde would finally have no choice but to assemble, and soon the Steppes would be drowned in rivers of blood.