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Dragon King's Harem Chapter 432. The Snow Elf Territory
🕑 Added 2025-02-28 19:00:19 +0000 UTCDragon King's Harem Chapter 432. The Snow Elf Territory
Eir stood nearby, watching everything with a calculating gaze. He wasn’t coming with us this time—he would stay behind to manage things in my absence.
“Be careful,” Eir said, directing his words toward Al.
Al snorted. “What, worried about me?”
Eir gave him a flat look. “More like worried about His Majesty.”
Al grinned. “Relax, I’ll keep things interesting.”
Eir sighed heavily. “That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”
The drake? That was Al’s problem. The creature was nowhere to be seen at the moment, but it was with us.
As usual, my royal soldiers were lined up, ready to fly. Their armor gleamed under the early morning suns, their expressions stoic, disciplined.
And then there were the ones who had come to see me off.
Marissa stood with her arms crossed, watching me with her usual mixture of amusement and disapproval. Evelina was beside her, looking composed as always, though I could see the slight worry in her eyes. And then there was Glasha—who, surprisingly, had joined them.
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
She shrugged. “Didn’t expect to be here.”
I smirked. “Regretting it already?”
Glasha huffed. “Not yet. But if you die, I’ll be pissed.”
I chuckled. “Noted.”
Evelina stepped forward, placing a hand on my chest. “Come back safe.”
I covered her hand with mine, squeezing lightly. “I will.”
Marissa arched an eyebrow. “You better. I don’t feel like dealing with the mess you’d leave behind.”
I grinned. “I love how much faith you have in me.”
With one last glance at them, I turned to my soldiers.
“Move out.”
In a synchronized motion, the warriors returned to their dragon forms, their massive wings unfurling as they took to the skies.
Al climbed onto his wyvern, giving me a mock salute. “Try to keep up, Your Majesty.”
I snorted. “Don’t slow me down.”
The sky carriage lifted off, Jyne and Sela already settling in as the wyverns carrying it ascended.
And then, finally, it was my turn.
I exhaled, letting my humanoid features fade away as my body shifted, growing, expanding.
Dark scales replaced flesh. Claws replaced fingers. My wings stretched wide, casting a massive shadow over the courtyard.
And with a powerful beat of my wings, I launched into the sky, the wind rushing past me as I joined my soldiers in flight.
The mission had begun.
The sky stretched vast and endless above us as we soared through the air. Below, the lands shifted, forests turning to plains, plains turning to rocky outcroppings.
The journey to the Snow Elf territory wasn’t too bad. There were no unexpected threats, no sudden ambushes—just the steady beat of wings and the howling wind against my scales. The flight itself was smooth, but even without speaking, I could feel the shift in the air.
The cold.
I hated cold.
As we moved further from Dragon Cross City, the temperature dropped steadily. The crisp warmth of my homeland slowly faded, replaced by an icy chill that nipped at the edges of my wings and coiled through the sky like an unwelcome guest.
It wasn’t unbearable. Not yet. In our dragon forms, the cold didn’t bother us much—our thick scales, our inner fire, it all kept us well-protected from the elements.
But still…
I hate ice and snow.
I always have. Always will.
Even though I didn’t say anything, Al—flying on his wyvern beside me—must have sensed my irritation. He shot me a look, his wyvern tilting slightly mid-flight as if it was mirroring his amusement.
‘Cold getting to you already?’ his expression seemed to say.
I responded by baring my teeth slightly. Not in a full snarl, but enough for him to know exactly how I felt.
Al only grinned, clearly enjoying himself.
I flicked my wings, pushing ahead, ignoring him.
The sky carriage flew slightly below us, the wyverns guiding it with slow, careful beats of their wings. Jyne and Sela were inside, no doubt wrapped in thick furs, sipping warm tea, completely unbothered by the sudden temperature drop.
I exhaled through my nose, a plume of heat escaping my nostrils as I adjusted my flight path, keeping us steady toward our destination.
We had stopped earlier for a break—an hour spent in a small town, just long enough to eat and stretch before taking off again. The food was good. Warm. Filling. And now, as we flew toward the cold abyss of the Snow Elf territory, I found myself wishing I had eaten more.
Still, it wouldn’t be long now.
It should only take us about ten hours to reach the capital.
A long flight, but nothing we couldn’t handle.
Even so, I knew what was waiting for us.
Politics. Diplomacy. And if things went the way I expected?
War.
The cold didn’t bother me. Not really.
But the thought of dealing with a den of scheming snow elves?
That?
That was something I really didn’t have the patience for.
The cold had worsened the deeper we went into Snow Elf territory. I could see the landscape below shift from dull grays and browns to nothing but white—snow-covered forests, icy rivers, frozen lakes. Everything was covered in that thick, unrelenting frost.
Once again, I hated it.
My wings beat steadily as I adjusted my altitude, keeping my soldiers in formation. The sky carriage flew slightly below us, the wyverns pulling it steady despite the increasing winds. Al rode beside me on his wyvern, his usual smirk replaced by a look of mild boredom. The bastard liked the cold, but even he seemed unimpressed by the lack of excitement so far.
We were nearing the elf territory now. I could see the crystalline spires in the distance, glimmering under the pale suns. The air here was sharp, thick with the magic of the elves—subtle but present, woven into the land itself.
It was time.
I inhaled deeply, then let out a thunderous roar.
The sound rippled through the sky, echoing over the mountains and the snow-covered forests below. It wasn’t a roar of war or aggression—it was a declaration. A call. An announcement that the Dragon Tribe had arrived, and that we came in peace.
A warning, in a way.
So there wouldn’t be friendly fire.
