EBE Chapter 112 On the Road!!! Screw you!!
Chapter 112 On the Road!!! Screw you!!
About three hours later, it was already dawn. Xingluo, who had good sleep habits, got up early. He didn't wake Bai Yu and Cheng Yu, and left Abu's house alone. Outside, Xingluo took out his harp and began his daily harp practice.
Xinglu gently plucked the strings, and a beautiful melody flowed out like a clear spring. He closed his eyes, completely immersed in the world of music, as if forgetting everything around him. The morning light shone through the gaps in the leaves, bathing him in a golden glow, making him look like a music god who had stepped out of mythology.
His music quickly attracted other white dragon orcs nearby. Drawn by the beautiful melody, they stopped to listen, their faces showing delight. Some white dragon orcs hummed along softly, while others closed their eyes, quietly savoring the tranquility and peace the music brought.
Xingluo's music seemed to possess a magical power, immersing the entire White Dragon tribe in a harmonious and beautiful atmosphere. Even the young dragons, who usually loved to play and frolic, sat obediently on the ground, their big eyes wide with curiosity as they watched Xingluo, seemingly captivated by the beautiful music.
However, just as Xingluo was halfway through playing, his mind suddenly went blank. His fingers froze on the strings, and the melody stopped abruptly. And at that moment of pause, everything around him flickered as he opened his eyes, like a program bug or a movie screen suddenly freezing.
Xingluo suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of confusion flashing within them. He blinked, trying to confirm whether what he had just seen was an illusion. However, everything around him seemed normal, without the slightest abnormality.
However, this only lasted for a moment. Xinglu shook his head, wanting to finish the rest of the piece. But he found that he couldn't continue playing no matter what. His fingers froze on the strings, his mind went blank, and the melody he had just played became fragmented and incoherent. Perhaps his mind was in turmoil, or perhaps some unknown force was interfering with his thoughts.
The white dragons around them, seeing the music stop, also showed expressions of disappointment, and then left in twos and threes. They talked among themselves, seemingly discussing the sudden pause, but ultimately came to no conclusion.
Xinglu sighed, reluctantly putting away his harp, his heart filled with doubt and unease. He thought he might just be hallucinating because he hadn't rested enough, so he didn't pay much attention to it and returned to Abu's tent.
Back at Abu's house, Cheng Yu and Bai Yu were still asleep. Xing Luo quietly entered the bedroom and saw that the two were still fast asleep, a gentle smile appearing on his face. He didn't disturb them, but gently sat down by the bed, quietly watching over them.
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Cheng Yu and Bai Yu and making their faces even clearer. Cheng Yu's brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were troubled by something in his dream. Bai Yu, on the other hand, looked calm, with a slight smile on his lips, as if he were having a pleasant dream.
Xingluo looked at them, his heart filled with warmth and happiness. He reached out and gently stroked Chengyu's hair, smoothing the stray hairs from his forehead. Then, he turned to look at Baiyu, his eyes filled with love.
"We...we must be safe and sound..." Xingluo said softly, her voice filled with worry and hope.
Just then, Cheng Yu's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
"Xingluo...?" Cheng Yu's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had not fully woken up yet.
"Cheng Yu, you're awake," Xing Luo said quickly. "Did you...did you have a nightmare?"
"Nightmare?" Cheng Yu paused for a moment, then shook his head. "No, I... I don't think I dreamed of anything..."
"Didn't you dream about it?" Xinglu asked, somewhat puzzled. "But... I noticed you were frowning the whole time..."
"Really?" Cheng Yu raised his hand and touched his brow. "Maybe...maybe it's because of my sleeping posture..."
"I see..." Xingluo said, "Then... are you still sleepy? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"
"No," Cheng Yu shook his head, "I've had enough sleep."
As he spoke, Cheng Yu sat up and stretched.
"By the way, Xingluo," Chengyu asked, "did you... go out to play the piano just now?"
"Hmm," Xinglu nodded, "Did I...did I disturb your rest?"
“No,” Cheng Yu smiled, “Your piano playing… is very beautiful.”
"Really?" Xingluo's eyes lit up. "You...you like listening to me play the piano?"
“Of course,” Cheng Yu said, “your piano playing… is like heavenly music, it’s so soothing to the ear.”
"Hehe," Xinglu smiled a little shyly, "I'm glad you like it."
“By the way, Xingluo,” Cheng Yu suddenly remembered something, “did you…see anything strange just now?”
"Something strange?" Xingluo was taken aback. "What strange thing?"
"Well..." Cheng Yu hesitated for a moment, "Well...did you feel the surrounding environment...flicker suddenly?"
“Flickering?” Xinglu thought back carefully. “It seems… it seems there was a moment… but… I thought I was just seeing things…”
"You saw it too?" Cheng Yu's eyes lit up. "It seems... it wasn't my imagination..."
"Cheng Yu, what... what did you see?" Bai Yu's voice suddenly came from the side.
"Bai Yu, you're awake," Cheng Yu said. "Did you see anything strange just now?"
"Something strange?" Bai Yu rubbed his eyes. "No, I slept really well, I've never slept this well before!"
"I see..." Cheng Yu nodded thoughtfully.
"Chengyu, are you... are you under too much pressure?" Bai Yu asked. "How about we take a good rest today?"
"Take a day off?" Cheng Yu shook his head. "No, we still have a lot to do."
“But…” Bai Yu said, “Your body definitely won’t be able to hold on. You’re in the worst condition in the team. Although I’m also affected by this strange timing, I haven’t experienced any of the weird things that have happened to you. You should rest well during this time.”
“I’m fine,” Cheng Yu said. “I know my own body.”
"Alright then..." Bai Yu said helplessly, "But you must take care to rest. After all, here, I'm afraid only you can deal with those guys who will appear later. My sense of time is getting worse and worse. Perhaps what you felt just now wasn't an illusion, but just that my condition was too bad and I couldn't feel it."
“Okay, I understand,” Cheng Yu said.
“By the way, Chengyu,” Xingluo suddenly said, “when…when are we going to find Heiyao?”
“Well…” Cheng Yu thought for a moment, “We’ll set off once this egg is ripe.”
"Mature? What do you mean by that? Are you going to roast it?" Xinglu asked疑惑地问道, "Then... then when will that be? Or do you mean wait for it to hatch? But it seems we don't have much time, only two days left, and this thing doesn't seem to show any signs of hatching..."
“Soon,” Cheng Yu said, “we’ll know soon enough. I’m sure he’ll hatch within three days, unless he really wants to keep pretending forever.”
“Okay,” Xingluo said, “then…then we’ll wait.”
“Okay,” Cheng Yu nodded, “We’ll wait together.”
So the three of them got up, washed up, and prepared to start a new day.
Meanwhile, inside the White Dragon tribe's chieftain's tent, the chieftain and elders were discussing something.
"Aztur, do you really believe him?" the chief asked the elder beside him.
"Whether you believe it or not is no longer important," the elder said calmly, taking a sip of his tea. "What is important is that we have no other choice."
“But…” the leader said, “what if they…”
“There’s no chance,” the elder interrupted the chief, “we can only trust them.”
"Sigh..." the leader sighed, "Hopefully... everything will go smoothly..."
“Yes,” the elder said. “Everything will go smoothly.”
“I hope so…” the leader said.
"Alright, stop thinking about it," the elder said. "Let's think about how to deal with what's coming next."
“Yes,” the chief nodded, “you are right.”
So the two began to discuss their next plan.
The conversation between these two old men didn't seem like that of a leader and an elder; it looked more like that of brothers. However, their appearances didn't suggest a brotherly relationship, so perhaps there was something more between them.
Meanwhile, in the White Dragon Tribe's prison, the imprisoned assassins awaited their fate with trepidation.
"What do you think... they'll do to us?" one of the assassins asked.
“I don’t know…” another assassin said, “Hopefully… they’ll let us go…”
"Let us go? You wish!" one of the assassins said. "They're the kind of people who don't even respect the Dragon God, how could they possibly let us go?"
"Then...what should we do?" One of the assassins asked, his eyes filled with fear. He knelt on the ground, clutching his head and shaking it repeatedly.
It's clear that most of these assassins are very young white dragon orcs, so how could they be willing to die at such a young age?
Meanwhile, the other cells were much quieter compared to the other rooms. The most unusual cell in the prison was the innermost one, locked up. Unlike the other cells, this one was almost completely sealed off; the only way to see inside was by opening the cell door.
The other cells here are all surrounded by iron bars, which suggests that the innermost cell must hold something extremely terrifying.
Aside from these few White Dragon assassins, there are no other White Dragons here. The other races are mostly werewolves, the last remaining members of the Northern Wolf Clan.
Given the deep-seated hatred between the White Dragon Clan and the Northern Wolf Clan, the White Dragon Beastmen should have executed all the werewolves after their successful rebellion. However, the White Dragons are kind-hearted, and many opposed the extermination of the Northern Wolf Clan. Therefore, this group of Northern wolves survived, continuing for hundreds of years to the present day.
They all spent their time in prison, so it's hard to imagine how they've managed to survive until now.
At that moment, a white dragon descended from the ground into the cell. He was Abu, the one who provided the rooms for Cheng Yu and the others. His guard identity had been temporarily changed to this, and he was to provide food for these white dragon assassins until they were executed.
Although he recognized many of these men, he was just a lowly guard and could only listen silently to their desperate cries.
Abu pushed a small cart full of food slowly down the cell corridor. The cart's wheels creaked and groaned on the uneven floor, the sound particularly jarring in the silent cell. Behind the iron bars on either side of the cell were various kinds of prisoners. Some had ferocious faces, some looked dejected, and some had numb expressions.