I Became a Level -99 Vicious Lord

Chapter 72:

Chapter 72

No way.

When Otto saw Ego and the merchants arrive, he thought the worst might have happened.

And he was right.

And so that happened.

Ego told Otto that the cargo convoy had been looted.

Ugh. Ugh!

Otto exclaimed, clutching his face as if he had a headache upon hearing the report.

I knew it.

Ever since hed heard the news of the death of Kaisei, the second-in-command of the Kongurat tribe and the one who was supposed to succeed Amukhan as chieftain, hed known it would happen.

Togril.

As the leader of the Kerrates tribe, the largest force in the Haver Prairie, he too was one of the 100 Lords.

In the first place, the main scenario of Haver Prairie itself pitted Amukhan, the young chief of the Kongurat tribe, against Togril, the leader of the Kerrates tribe.

How is it possible for Kaisei to die so quickly?

Warrior Kaisei were Amukhans equal in power, a hero unit with enormous potential.

So even if Amukhan was killed or disappeared, they would still be able to fight against Togril.

At the very least, he was hoping they could defend the western trade routes.

This just keeps getting worse.

The butterfly effect of Amukhans early arrival had exceeded expectations.

I know. Who knew that inspiration was lying dormant in Eldologons tomb?

Otto glanced at Quran, who was talking to Camille.

Who for what?

.

Qurans dementia had set in again, and he didnt recognize Camille, who hed spent the last few days talking to.

This is another situation Ive never experienced Im so confused.

This is the world of the game, Territory Wars.

However, it was no longer a question, but a certainty, that the game and reality were not 100 percent aligned.

Although the basic framework and information of the game scenario were the same, it was clear that the flow of the game was deviating slightly.

Since the game and reality are never 100% identical, one small event was triggering a huge butterfly effect.

Ill have to be more careful in the future.

Otto thought as he kicked Amukhans ass again.

Hey, its your fault!

*Kick!*

Amukhan flew off into the distance again, landing on his butt with a thud.

Needless to say, Amukhan was not injured or in pain.

Amukhan is a pretty good fighter, and Otto hadnt really hit him, just pushed him around.

Haaaa!

Otto held back the urge to punch Amukhan.

What good could come of hitting someone hed accepted as a subordinate?

Phew!

Hes my pal!

Anyway.

Otto looked back at Ego.

So youre saying were not the only ones whove been hurt?

Id like it to be more than a little, but were pretty much screwed.

Of course. Even if we try to make up for it, its going to be a lot of money.

Your Majesty, what do you suggest we do about it? At this rate.

Youll be screwed, Ego, and Ill be screwed, and well all be screwed together, hahahahaha, merrily.

We have to get revenge. Well get screwed if we dont do anything, but we cant get revenge on our workers

Of course we should.

Ottos eyes grew cold.

Our people, our money, our territory. Theyve touched all three, and you think were going to let them get away with it?

If they had spared the workers and only looted the cargo and trade routes, there was at least some room for negotiation.

But if theyd slaughtered all the workers, there was no room for negotiation.

Even if they made a hundred concessions, it would be impossible to deal with the anger of the bereaved families.

Human life is not worth a few dollars in compensation.

An eye for an eye. Tooth for tooth. Ill pay them back tenfold.

Otto declared his revenge in an eerie, cold tone that was completely uncharacteristic of him.

Why?

Because he needed to be ruthless to solve this case.

* * *

*Ttring!*

The quest window pops up.

[Blood Vengeance].

Description: Recapture the western trade routes and punish those who plunder and slaughtered the merchant group.

Progress : 0% (0/1)

Reward: Goblin Trader Egos Gift Box

Note: There are no set conditions for completing this quest, so dont get too carried away.

There was a quest like this?

<Blood Vengeance> was a quest that even Otto had never experienced.

[Notification: You have accepted the <Blood Revenge> quest!]

Well, Ill just have to rely on you, Your Highness.

Of course you will. We are economic partners.

Since Ego had cut off all his previous business partners and joined forces with Otto, it was no exaggeration to say that they were one and the same.

In fact, most of the Lota Kingdoms income now came from trade with Ego.

Lets go right now.

The question was time.

Hey.

Otto asked Targo, a warrior of the Kongurat tribe who had come to Amukhan.

How long will it take to get to the Haver Prairie?

More than a week.

Thats right, its a long way, so how long do you think Ulaanbaatar will hold out?

As the home and headquarters of the Kongurat tribe, Ulaanbaatar is of great strategic importance.

If Ulaanbaatar were lost, there would be no way to stop Togril, the chieftain of the Kerrates tribe.

Control of the Khabr Steppes would be completely lost, and revenge would be virtually impossible.

Do you think you can hold out until we arrive?

I think so but it will be difficult.

.

Were losing battle after battle even if we left right now, I dont think wed be able to hold on to Ulaanbaatar.

And thats even if we ride the Tatar breed?

Yes.

Ugh.

Otto put his head in his hands and winced.

There was no way in hell he was going to make it to the Haver Prairie in one piece.

How long do you think youll last?

Not much longer than a week.

No, theres no way we can get there in a week. If we have a wyvern rider, we could fly.

Wyverns, also known as flying dragons, were monsters that, if tamed, could provide excellent transportation.

Were running out of time, but like you said, maybe if we can fly.

Camille  chimed in as if he agreed with Otto.

Hmm. Maybe we should buy some wyverns.

Is it possible to tame them if they live?

Thats right.

Taming wyverns was an incredibly difficult task.

There was even a profession called wyvern tamer that specialized in raising and taming wyverns.

Hmm.

Ottos mouth watered.

It would be nice to fly.

I sympathize, but.. we dont have a flying vehicle.

A ride that can fly that is.

Then.

Yay! Im a baby dragon! Im hungry! Yay!

Quran, whimpering hungrily in the corner, caught Ottos attention.

There you are?

Everyones eyes snapped to Quran.

Im hungry! Im hungry! Im hungry! I want food! I want food!

Quran, who didnt know any better, was still scrambling for food even though he had just eaten.

I think we can fly?

Otto was a little unsure, but he decided to give it a try.

A few hours later.

What? You want a ride?

Quran, who had finally come to his senses, frowned at Ottos out-of-the-blue request.

What do you mean, you want a ride?

Yes, sir. Its none other than.

Otto explained the situation to Quran.

Im in a hurry, so why not? If you give me a ride, how can I warp to.

Warp? You mean the super long distance teleportation magic?

Yes.

Its not that hard but Im sorry.

Why?

I forgot.

Here it is: .

You must be getting old, your memory isnt what it used to be. Oh well. Old age sucks.

Oh, no.

Otto didnt blame Quran.

Funny how a dragon with dementia can remember such high-level magic spells.

Indeed, even when he was lucid, Quran was forgetful due to his deteriorating memory.

There was no way he could perform difficult and complex high-level magic spells like the super long-distance teleportation spell in such a state.

When your head is stupid, your body suffers. Good. Ill give you a ride.

Is that so, old man?

Youre taking care of me, shouldnt I help you? Its not that hard.

Thank you very much!

And just like that, Otto became a <Dragon Rider> and went to the Haver Prairie.

* * *

The next afternoon.

We shall set out then.

Yes, sir. Take care.

Otto climbed onto Qurans back, along with Camille, Kairos, Amukhan, and the other magicians of House Kuntachi.

Quran was an enormous dragon, over two hundred meters long from head to tail, so carrying a dozen people was no small feat.

He even had a large saddle(?) that could hold dozens of people, so the ride wasnt too bad.

The airfield(?) was set deep into the mountains.

If a giant dragon suddenly appeared, rumors would spread across the entire continent.

Its been a long time since Ive flown! Grunt!

Quran grunted and took off.

But the flight was creaky from the start.

*Flap* *Flap*

Quran flapped his wings as hard as he could, but his wobbly body could hardly lift off.

Pfft! Pfft!

The wings were torn and punctured, and Qurans strength wasnt what it used to be, making it difficult for him to soar.

Uh, old man! Cheer up! Good! Very Good!! Hey, what are you looking at! Cheer up! Cheer up!

Otto shouted as his fellow passengers grew restless.

Go, go, go!

Woah, woah, woah!

His coworkers followed Ottos orders and cheered him on.

Did it work?

Boom!

Quran finally soared into the sky and began to fly at a high speed on the air currents.

Oooooh!

The speed of his flight was incredibly fast.

Kyaaa. Nice view.

Otto marveled as he watched the mountains in the distance quickly recede.

Are you sure youre okay?

Camille asked Otto anxiously.

What?

What if the old mans condition gets worse? If he falls from here, we wont be able to find his body.

Its okay, I have a plan.

Falling to his death, whats that plan?

There is!

Otto shouted.

About three hours later.

Camilles prediction came true.

Awww, Im scared, Im a baby dragon! Really scared of heights!

Quran, who had been flying with Otto and the others, had flipped over again as his dementia set in.

Aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!

Quran, now a baby dragon, screamed in terror.

At the same time, Qurans massive fuselage began to fall at a rapid pace.

The terrified Quran gave up flapping its wings and closed its eyes tightly.

But Otto didnt panic.

Instead, he pulled a long metal rod from his subspace inventory.

Watch this.

With that, Otto pulled a slaughtered pig from a large sack on his saddle and attached it to the end of the pole.

Then he crawled up Qurans neck and over his head, draping the porky stick over him.

Good boy Quran, lets eat.

Hmmm Food~?!

Yes~

Yay! Food, Lets eat Dad!

Qurans eyes flashed open as if he had been frightened.

Hed been so focused on the food that hed forgotten his fear of flying.

Gobble, gobble, sipper, gobble, gobble, where are you going?

Quran continued to flap his wings vigorously to eat the pork dangling in front of him.

Thanks to him, Otto and the others didnt crash and continued flying toward the Haver Prairie.

With Otto driving the Quran, the demented dragon.