Empire Of Souls - Chapter 140 Next Steps 5

After he was done speaking, loud noises could be heard outside the tent and a warrior came running frantically into the tent almost falling on his knees.

“What is the meaning of this!?” shouted the chieftain with some embarrassment.

He was currently meeting extremely important guests and had left orders not to be interrupted. This was a loss of prestige.

“Chief, we are under attack!”

All of the dragons frowned and looks of shock could be seen from many in the tent. How could they possibly have been attacked with all these Legendary dragons here, never mind the Black Dragon King himself.

“How can this be? It is impossible for us to be attacked here! Who is it and how many?”

“I don’t know, we found over a dozen dead warriors at the outskirts of the camp. Also, none of the scouts we sent out have returned as of yet. It has already been well past the time to report in.” Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting.

The Black Dragon King snarled, “I sensed something for a moment, but it’s gone.”

“You don’t even know who is attacking us! What the hell am I keeping you around for? Find out who the enemy is quickly and capture them!”

The chief was red with anger and was throwing spittle as he shouted at the warrior.

“Forget it, there is only one attacker. I only felt it for a moment, but it should be a powerful assassin. This assassin can even hide from my senses. Most likely only when the assassin attacks can I sense a hint of their location.”

The chief calmed down and looked at the Dragon King, “Then what should we do? What kind of assassin can hide from even your senses?”

“I will have my subordinates patrol the camp, even if this assassin can hide from their senses, once the assassin strikes there should be a chance to respond. Only while hidden can the assassin hide from our detection. This is assuming the response is quick enough. We can’t allow the assassin to escape. Olrendil, Grazzjiik, and Rendveil. Go and aid the Barbarians, you don’t need to capture the assassin alive. Kill it if possible. I don’t have time to waste searching for one assassin. I will return to my army and must prepare myself for another battle with that creature. Hurry and deal with the assassin, we need to rendezvous with the other tribes we have allied with. We can’t allow that monster to gain momentum.”

The dragon subordinates that were called grunted their acknowledgement and quickly left the tent. They returned to their dragon forms and took flight to patrol the camp.

“Hmph, useless. Can’t even kill one assassin.” the son of the Dragon King scornfully mocked.

This wasn’t taken well by the Barbarians, but they could only glare angrily while holding in their words. If this was even a being that the Dragon King could only catch a trace of, how could their warriors handle such an assassin? This assassin was clearly a Legendary being of great power.

After all of the dragons left and took flight, the Barbarians within their leader’s tent grumbled in frustration. They had never suffered such humiliation before. They were only second to the Harkul among the tribes of the Steppes and they were used to being the ones doing the humiliating.

“Forget it, we aren’t strong enough to go against the dragons.” their chief stated with defeat.

“But chief! How do we know our ancestral spirits are really gone? How could this be true?” many of the Barbarians questioned with disbelief.

“If it weren’t true, then wouldn’t our ancestral spirits have already made a move? There is no way they would allow the Dragon King or that other being to run amok on our lands. The fact that the chief of the Harkul is dead should reveal enough about the truth.”

Their chief fell into his chair within the tent and looked as if he had gained a few years due to stress.

“This is the only way. I would rather follow the Dragon King then some stranger we do not understand and we do not have the strength to defeat it by ourselves.”

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Grajjik was a mighty red dragon whose flames were hot enough to melt iron within moments. He had always been extremely proud of his personal strength and was a dragon well into his adulthood possessing peak Legendary strength. Although he had once had the ambition to become a Demigod, in the end he hadn’t been able to take that final step.

At some point, due to the danger of being a lone dragon without a brood, he had chosen to follow the Dragon King. His life for several hundred years had been one of comfort and he had accumulated a certain amount of wealth as any noble dragon would. Grajjik had never regretted his decision and was satisfied with his treatment within the Black Dragon clan even though he was a red dragon.

It was somewhat difficult in having to follow the orders of another, but the Dragon King had always treated him well. This made it easier for him to accept his situation despite the arrogance of being a dragon. So, he had always worked diligently in completing the tasks assigned to him.

Grajjik flew high over the Barbarian and Dragonmen encampment while patrolling. This was something he felt beneath him, but it was an order from the King so he patrolled diligently. After the first few incidents, the assassin had seemed to disappear and hadn’t made a move. This made Grajjik feel a bit of complacency and frustration.

“I can’t believe a noble dragon such as myself is reduced to a guard dog. But I shouldn’t complain too much. It has been some time since I have had to do anything and the Black Dragon clan has treated me well. So much fuss for one assassin, it has been days already and no sign of it. Hmph, probably too afraid to show its face!”

While the dragon busily grumbled while dipping low to the ground to scout the area, Grajjik suddenly felt a sense of danger.

“Who is it!”

Grajjik only had time to shout in surprise before he suddenly felt extreme pain. His left wing had been pierced through and a Human figure was running down his wing while slicing right down the center. He roared in extreme pain and had taken considerable damage from the surprise attack. He could no longer maintain his altitude and fell down towards the ground, crashing into the earth. He was over a mile away from where the army was camped, but even from that distance it was noticed.

“Damn you! You dare ambush me!” screamed Grajiik before letting out a stream of flames all around him.

He couldn’t catch a trace of the assassin and spewed flames everywhere. He had been grounded, but he was quick to respond and stood up off the ground and spit flames all around his body.

A voice of disdain drifted into his ears, “Be thankful my master instructed me not to kill any dragons. Otherwise, you would be dead.”

“Coward! Come out and face me!”

Grajjik was thoroughly angered and no one had ever treated him with such contempt, especially a lowly Human. He was enraged and went on a rampage, destroying everything around him.

“I will torture you with my flames and devour you!”

Soon another dragon flew overhead and landed near Grajjik.

“Grajjik, where is the assassin? Did you kill it?”

Grajjik still hadn’t calmed down and his left wing was severely damaged. He couldn’t fly in a short period of time, at least until he had recovered.

“ARGH MY WING!”

This was a great disgrace for a dragon, to have their wings damaged and be unable to fly. It was a most contemptuous act. Soon, even some Dragonmen Chevaliers had showed up but they couldn’t find a trace of the assassin.

With the attention now being around where Grajjik had crashed into the ground, Nelay had already left the area and sped towards the outskirts of the army encampment. With so many soldiers gathered in one place, the camp was extremely large spreading out over a huge area. There were a few hundred thousand gathered and as they encountered other tribes, their army grew larger. This only made it easier for her to infiltrate the camp and continue to cause more havok.

Nelay continued her guerilla tactics for several days, causing nothing but headaches among the allied army and the dragons. Soon, the dragons were too afraid to even take flight alone and would only go out in pairs lest they be injured and grounded for a time. The Dragon King’s enraged roars shook the land for miles all around. He was truly infuriated by this fly who could not be caught and never seemed to tire.

No matter what they tried, they could only catch traces of her before she disappeared once more, only to strike elsewhere at another time, or another day.