Chapter 376: Breath of the Dragonbane
“I am the only one who can offer us the one thing we need to win this war!” Marek shouted in front of the gathering of chieftains.
Sylaril, the chieftess of the venerable Adder Tribe, narrowed her scarlet eyes, “And what might that be?”
Marek smiled, his expression half-crazed.
It was time. Time to show them all the creature that lay dormant outside.
“A weapon capable of destroying the very walls of Hollow Shade,” Marek said.
“That’s impossible!” yelled the dwarf chieftain Skogard. His voice dripped with skepticism. “The walls of that cursed city are protected by ancient magic forged by the Ebon Lords themselves. If the walls were so easily destroyed then the city would have been sieged centuries ago!”
“Who said anything about easy?” Marek turned around and walked to the tent's entrance. “You are right, Skogard. It was thought to be impossible. So I searched for the impossible, and after years of searching, I found it. Come, let me show you all, the bane of our enemies.”
Marek walked outside without looking back, the archmage twins following silently behind him. He hoped his speech would draw enough curiosity to bring the others outside as well. Sure enough, he could hear the grumbling of Skogard behind him, along with the clacking of Sylaril’s cane over the hard dirt floor.
Soon, Maerk could hear dozens of footsteps and the low chattering of the chieftains and their bodyguards. But Marek didn’t turn around, afraid it might show uncertainty, and in doing so weakness. Instead, he kept his back straight and walked to the wagon where the Unildyr beast slept.