Chapter 391: Two more
Chapter 391: Two more
The celebration that followed was unlike anything the floating island had ever witnessed. The air, once thick with tension and venom, now felt electrified with relief and triumph. The Pig Orcs erupted into loud, guttural cheers that echoed across the vast expanse of sky and land. Their deep voices blended into a rhythmic chant as they pounded their massive fists against their chests and stomped their feet in unison, the sound resonating like a war drum. Their primal energy was infectious, and soon, even the floating island seemed to vibrate with their enthusiasm.
Lyerin stood at the heart of it all, his arms crossed, a confident grin spread across his face as he watched the victorious Orcs roar and revel in their hard-earned victory. His sharp eyes flicked to the girls, who had been hesitant at first but were slowly getting swept up in the Orcs’ contagious energy.
Sophia, still pale from her earlier collapse, managed a small laugh as Emily clapped her on the back. “You know,” Emily said, her voice tinged with relief, “I think I finally understand why they’re so loyal to him. They fight like they’ve got nothing to lose but everything to gain.”
Maria, meanwhile, had her hands clasped in front of her, whispering a quiet prayer of thanks. But even she couldn’t help but chuckle softly when Cornelia—always the strategist—began analyzing the fight out loud, gesturing animatedly as she described the turning point when the Pig Orcs began adapting to the toxic fumes.
“They’re incredible,” Cornelia said, her voice rising with excitement. “Do you realize what that adaptation signifies? It’s not just brute strength—it’s evolution in real-time! That’s… that’s unheard of!”
Elena rolled her eyes playfully, nudging Cornelia. “Alright, Professor, we get it. The Pig Orcs are amazing. Now stop talking and enjoy the moment for once.”
The Pig Orcs, for their part, began gathering around the massive carcass of the serpent, their enormous hands patting each other’s backs and gripping each other’s shoulders in gestures of camaraderie. One of them, clearly the leader, raised its war hammer high above its head and let out a triumphant bellow that sent a ripple of cheers through the group.
Lyerin chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to the girls. “You see? This is why they’re mine. They don’t just fight—they celebrate like their lives depend on it.”
Fiona tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “And what about you, Lyerin? Aren’t you going to join them?”