The Dragon King’s Harem System

Chapter 245. The Prince of The Orc Tribe II

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 245. The Prince of The Orc Tribe II

Burz’s PoV

The tense silence hung in the air. Burz's words reverberated through the room. The heavy atmosphere was palpable. The nobles shifted in their seats, their expressions betraying their unease at Burz's suggestion.

A hush fell over the room as a noble broke the silence, his voice trembling slightly. "We understand," he said, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking support from his fellow lords. "Yet handed Vurdor to the Dragons without a fight...," he trailed off, shaking his head from side to side in disapproval.

Burz stood tall, his back straight and his expression resolute. "I never said we will just hand over Vurdor to them," he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of his convictions. "I only say we will open the gate and welcome them well."

The nobles exchanged nervous glances, their minds racing with possibilities. They knew Burz to be a man of intelligence, but they also knew that his father and sister possessed far more strength and power than he did. However, they also knew that Burz was not one to be underestimated, for he possessed a sharp mind and a cunning wit.

"What is your plan?" one of the nobles asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. He knew that there had to be more to Burz's plan than what he had revealed.

Burz's lips curved into a sly smile, and he leaned forward in his chair. "Since we can't face them, we will assassinate them."

Gasps of shock and horror echoed throughout the room at Burz's revelation. The nobles exchanged looks of disbelief, their minds racing with the implications of such a drastic plan.

"You mean, will you bring a fight into Vurdor?" the most skeptical of the nobles asked, his tone laced with doubt and skepticism.

Burz turned to him, his expression firm and unwavering. "Inside the Palace," he corrected, his voice ringing out with conviction.

The other nobles exchanged nervous glances, their minds racing with the implications of such a plan. "But it's impossible," one of them spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. "If it fails, then we will be destroyed!"

Burz met his gaze evenly, his eyes blazing with determination. "What's the difference with dealing with them head-on?" he asked, his tone steady and resolute. "If the dragons managed to destroy the gate and enter the city, that's the same. We don't have anything to defend ourselves."

One of the nobles stepped forward, his expression calm and collected. "Then what are your plans, your highness?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"We will welcome them," Burz began, his voice low and confident, "give them wine and invite them to celebrate their victory. Tell them that we wish to negotiate." His eyes flickered with sly intelligence, and the nobles leaned in closer, eager to hear more.

"We will make them drunk," Burz continued, his words rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. "We even will use poison to weaken them, but only for the soldiers. The Dragon King is too smart and cunning. The spies said he has the Princess of the Healer Tribe with him. If he detects something wrong with his food and drink, our all plans will be destroyed."

The nobles exchanged nervous glances, their minds racing with the implications of such a drastic plan. It was a dangerous game they were playing, but they had no choice but to take the risk. Vurdor's survival depended on their success.

"After we release all the hostages and make the Dragons drunk," Burz continued, his voice ringing out with a fierce determination, "all of us will kill the Dragons." His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their impending actions.

For a moment, the room was silent as the nobles absorbed the full scope of Burz's plan. It was a desperate gambit, but it was their only chance to turn the tide of the war in their favor.

Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, weighing the advantages and disadvantages of such a risky strategy. They knew that their kingdom was facing an unprecedented threat, and they had to take drastic measures to protect their people.

The nobles' expressions were grave as they contemplated the enormity of the task ahead. The stakes were high, and there was no room for error. The fate of Vurdor was in their hands, and they couldn't afford to fail.

"What do you think?" Burz finally asked after a long moment of silence. "Or do you have other ideas?"

The nobles exchanged hesitant glances, weighing their options carefully. They knew that they had to act quickly, but they also had to ensure that their plan was foolproof. After a long moment of contemplation, one of them finally spoke up.

"We agree," he said, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. "We don't see any other options. This is risky, but it also has high potential."

Burz nodded, relieved that his fellow nobles were on board with his plan. They didn't have any other options, and they had to trust each other if they were to have any chance of success.

"Alright," Burz said, his voice ringing out with a sense of urgency. "We must immediately order the servants to prepare the welcoming celebration of the Dragons. We have to prepare the best food for them, and also wine. If necessary, we have to decorate the gate to show that we really welcome them."

The nobles nodded, their expressions grim as they contemplated the enormity of the task ahead. They knew that they had to make the Dragons feel welcome if they were to have any chance of succeeding in their plan.

"But isn't that weird?" one of the nobles spoke up, his brow furrowed in confusion. "The Dragons will assume we plan something if we welcome them without reason. At least we need a strong reason to tell why all this makes sense."

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