Chapter 269. The Orc’s Downfall I

Chapter 269. The Orc’s Downfall I

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 269. The Orc's Downfall I

Burz, fueled by desperation, charged at me without a weapon. His primal shout echoed through the room, a last-ditch effort to overpower me. But I was prepared.

With a swift motion, I transformed my sword into a pair of gleaming black claws, encasing my hands in gauntlets of pure power. The transformation caught Burz off guard, his eyes widening in surprise.

We clashed once again, the sound of our colliding attack reverberating through the chamber. Burz's strikes were wild and unrefined, lacking the finesse. His movements were predictable, his speed a mere shadow compared to the likes of Prince Arter.

As we fought, my dragon vision came into play. Every detail of Burz's movements was laid bare before me, his every intention telegraphed through his body language.

With this advantage, I effortlessly evaded his attacks, sidestepping his lunges and countering with calculated precision, even without my skill.

Burz's determination radiated from his fierce gaze. He lunged forward, his muscles flexing with every movement. I met his charge with a quick sidestep, evading his first swing. The force behind his attack sent him off balance, giving me an opening to retaliate.

With a swift pivot, I unleashed a spinning kick toward Burz's side. My gauntlet-clad foot connected with his torso, sending him sprawling to the ground. But Burz was resilient. He quickly regained his footing, his eyes burning with a fiery resolve.

He charged once more. His fists swung with relentless fury. I deftly parried his strikes, the metallic clash of our gauntlets resonating throughout the hall. Our bodies weaved and dodged, each of us seeking an opening to land a decisive blow.

Burz's strength was undeniable, and he fought with an unmatched tenacity. His attacks were powerful, each blow aimed to crush my defenses. But I was nimble. I utilized my agility to evade his strikes, slipping through the gaps in his offense.

“No,” I replied coldly.

"Please, I beg of you," Glasha implored, her voice cracking with emotion. "I understand what my brother has caused. But I ask for your forgiveness, not just for him, but for all the atrocities committed by the orcs. We can change. We can strive for peace and redemption."

"No," I replied firmly, my voice tinged with resolve. "The atrocities committed by your brother and your kin are too grave. They cannot be absolved with mere words. The bloodshed and devastation caused cannot be undone."

Without hesitation, I reached out and firmly grasped Glasha's hand, a surge of determination coursing through me. With a swift motion, I pushed her aside, her body stumbling and falling to the cold stone floor.

Glasha's eyes widened with shock and disbelief, her plea for mercy shattered by my resolute rejection. She lay on the ground, her expression a mix of sorrow and betrayal. The weight of the decision bore heavily upon me, but I knew that granting forgiveness without true repentance would only perpetuate the cycle of violence and suffering.

I turned my attention back to Burz, his defeated form still on the ground. But then Glasha suddenly spoke again.

“I’m willing to be your wife, Your Majesty!”

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