Chapter 387: Let’s go down
Chapter 387: Let’s go down
The scene was a mesmerizing spectacle of wings slicing through the skies, the vast azure expanse punctuated by floating islands of varying sizes, their surfaces lush with greenery and crowned by cascading waterfalls that shimmered like silver threads in the sunlight. As the bats carried the group higher into the heavens, Lyerin’s commanding voice broke through the rush of the wind, steady and firm, carrying an air of authority that demanded immediate attention.
“Pig Orcs!” he called out, his tone crisp and commanding. The Pig Orcs, each perched atop their own bats, turned their heads in perfect unison, awaiting his orders with unwavering discipline. The sight of their hulking forms on the backs of the bats was both awe-inspiring and slightly intimidating. Their massive hands gripped the reins effortlessly, and their eyes glinted with an unusual focus, a stark contrast to the feral reputation Orcs usually bore.
Lyerin raised an arm, gesturing toward the sprawling floating islands ahead. “Your task is simple but crucial. Scout the area. Each of you will take a section of the islands—north, south, east, and west. Search for anything unusual—beasts, hidden pathways, possible threats, or resources we might need. Leave no stone unturned, no shadow unchecked.”
The Pig Orcs nodded wordlessly, their expressions a mix of determination and loyalty. The sheer synchronization of their movements, as if guided by an unspoken bond, was a testament to their rigorous training under Lyerin’s leadership. Without hesitation, they tugged at their reins, urging their bats forward.
The bats carrying the Pig Orcs surged ahead, their powerful wings beating against the wind with rhythmic precision. Lyerin watched them go, his sharp eyes following their every movement. “And remember,” he added, his voice booming through the skies, “report back immediately if you encounter anything unusual. This mission requires precision and speed—do not engage unless absolutely necessary.”
The Pig Orcs acknowledged his words with a collective grunt, their voices low and guttural yet filled with respect. They split into groups, each heading toward a designated quadrant of the floating islands. Their bats maneuvered with startling agility, darting through the sky like shadows against the backdrop of fluffy clouds. The sight was nothing short of majestic—a fleet of beasts and riders, bound by a singular purpose, ascending toward the unknown.
The girls, still adjusting to their own bats, watched in a mixture of awe and curiosity. Cornelia leaned forward slightly on her mount, her voice tinged with amazement. “They move so… fluidly. Almost like they’re one with their bats.”
Maria nodded, her eyes fixed on the departing Pig Orcs. “It’s incredible. They’re so disciplined, so focused. I never imagined Pig Orcs could act like this.”
Lyerin, overhearing their remarks, allowed himself a small, knowing smile. “That’s the result of years of training and trust,” he said. “The Pig Orcs may be known for their brute strength, but under the right guidance, they’re capable of much more. They’re loyal, strategic, and, above all, fearless.”
Sophia tilted her head, her gaze following the group heading toward the largest of the floating islands. “What exactly are they looking for, Lyerin? Just threats, or something specific?”
“Both,” Lyerin replied, his tone thoughtful. “These islands are ancient, older than most things in this world. They hold secrets, some of which are better left undiscovered. But if there’s anything here that could help us—or harm us—it’s better we know now.”