Dragon King's Harem Chapter 88. The Lizard Baron's Convoy
Meanwhile, in the snowfield near the Quiet Wood's entrance, the sound of heavy footsteps mixed with The Mad Boars' growls echoed through the sky.
"Calm down, you stupid boar!" The Lizard Tribe's Baron yelled in anger. His hands pulled the reins in a panic to quell any tantrums or whatever happened to his mount. Likewise, with his subordinates, they pulled the reins and whistled, trying to calm their mounts but in vain. The Mad Boars kept stomping their feet and trying to throw their riders. A pungent foul stench pierced their noses and some trail of faeces were on the ground nearby. But the place that stunk the most was where they were now since liquid faeces kept coming out of their mounts' butts. Their mounts looked upset and in pain. To make it worse, since The Mad Boars' dug were strewn under them, the mounts stepped on it in a panic. Their stomps made it splash all over the place and soil their rider's belongings including their clothes.
Not only that, the smell and their mounts' growls also invited the monsters around them, including the monsters in the forest. Some were already waiting behind the thick bushes and tall trees.
"Hey, do something!" The Baron shouted angrily. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stay on his mount much longer. While descending amid disgusting dug mixed with dirt and snow was not a good choice. He was an honourable noble so he didn't want to get dirty.
"We are trying, My Lord!" answered one of the knights in a panic. It was so chaotic. Some had got off from their mounts, ignoring the filth that stained their clothes and tried to calm their Mad Boars down but in vain.
Previously, after they found out the Dragon Tribe's convoy had disappeared from the Inn stable along with their mounts, the knights immediately checked their Mad Boars to make sure the Dragon Tribes didn't do the same to them. They had made sure their Mad Boars were in good health before they continued their journey and made sure the Dragon Tribe didn't put needles or small sharp weapons in the saddles that could cause their mounts to go berserk.
Everything seemed normal and fine when they left the Whitevalley Village, the only thing that remained a mystery was that they didn't know how the Dragon Tribe was doing since the Inn Guard ran away after finding out The Yegauns were dying. But from the Inn Guard's statement, The Dragon Tribe should be still able to save The Yegauns since one of their members was a Healer.
Although The Baron was displeased with the failure, they decided to continue their journey to the Draconis capital to carry out The Lizard King's task and report the incident to the Dragon Tribe's officials. After all, since his subordinates had failed to steal the Wyvern egg then he had no other reason to stay in the village. But who knew after more than an hour's journey, their mounts began to excrete abnormally before finally raging in pain.
- Bruk!
The Baron was thrown off by his mount. Dirt covered his clothes and face.
"AAAAHHHH!" The Baron screamed in terror since his mount almost stepped on his body, luckily he managed to roll to the side to dodge. In a panic, the rest of his subordinates got off from their Mad Boars and some let go of their grip on the reins to help the Baron.
It made the rampaging Mad Boars flee in all directions.
"My Lord, are you all right?" said one of his knights. The other two helped him up. The foul stench pervaded from the Baron's body since he rolled on the ground to avoid his Mad Boar's stomping.
Once back at his feet, the angry Baron released their grips and brushed off his clothes, trying to get rid of the stench that had stuck to him.
"All of you are useless!" he yelled in anger. And his subordinates could only reply by bowing their heads in sorry.
The other Knights whistled to order their mounts to return. Yet the mounts kept running away, ignoring them. It was weird considering those Mad Boars were well trained. But it was something that made them wouldn't listen to their master.
Moreover, those Mad Boars ran aimlessly even crashing into rocks and trees like drunk people before disappearing from their sight. They believed their mounts had been poisoned with some kind of laxative, but if that was true, it shouldn't be that bad. At least their mounts should still be able to listen to their orders and not run amok like this. So they were sure this was not just an ordinary laxative.
"Great! You guys said that you have checked our mounts. Now, they're going on a rampage and leaving us in the middle of nowhere like this!" The Baron yelled again. He didn't care his yell would alarm the monsters around him. What he thought about was that he would have to walk a long way to return to the previous village. And since their mounts carried all their supplies, all that was left were the clothes on their bodies, their weapons and their money bags.
"We've checked them, My Lord. We're sure that those Dragon Tribes must have used a trick since the Mad Boars were fine before," replied one of the Knights in his defence.
The Baron turned to the Knight furiously and glared at him.
"So you're trying to say a mere hunter has more intelligence than a knight like you? All of you have been trained in the knight academy, yet you lost to mere hunters," he replied unhappily.
"But I think he's not just an ordinary hunter, My Lord," another warned.
"His skill is different from the others."
The Baron turned to him.
"Do you think I didn't notice it? I know he's not an ordinary hunter. I know he has special powers compared to the others. That's why we have to kill him and make sure a rare talent like that dies!" Sometimes a rare bloodline appeared among the commoner. Usually, they had special powers and were stronger than the rest. The official usually looked for rare talents like this to be trained and made them the elite soldiers. That way the tribe's military power would be stronger.
"Calm down, My Lord. We can report this incident as a murder attempt against you. I'm sure the Dragon Court will have no choice but to execute them," another suggested.
The Baron took a deep breath to calm himself down as he began to imagine how those Dragon Tribe's faces turned pale and even begged him for mercy when they were sentenced to death.
"You're right..." he said in a calmer tone. An evil smirk began to appear on his lips.
"In the end, I will be the one who laughs..." he said again.
"Let's go back to the village," the Baron ordered as he stepped forward to follow in their trail.
"Yes, My Lord," answered the Knights. Their hands were ready with their weapons ever since they noticed the monsters around them could approach at any moment.