Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

"Interesting," Doaf muttered, "alright I'll spread the news to boys. I bet they'll be much excited about moving up their muscles for a bit after all this march."

He laughed while waving towards a nearby giant and told him about the orders. The eyes of the giant shone brightly as he nodded and went to deliver the news.

The next hours more of the giants went missing until there were only a handful of a hundred securing the caravan. "The trap is laid young master," Doaf said, "all that's left now is for the prey to take the bait."

Arthur nodded, yet the wait lasted for two more days. The time when the giant numbers decreased, everyone here noticed this and became a bit worried.

As time went by, and nothing happened, they all started to get used to this. They thought others were scattered around protecting them, and so no danger ever occurred to them so far.

During their march they passed through many lands that belonged to different sized clans and guilds. The first thing they crossed was the great sea forest outside the academy, which took roughly two days for them to reach its end.

Then they had to meet many patrolling teams of clans and guilds. They were eyed by many, but no one was brave enough to get near this terrifying group of mages with those giants supporting them.

The giant gave off a dangerous vibe that even a kid would feel. So, during their four days march, not a single time they were stopped by any team, or even tried to ask them to stay.

They also took a general road where it went away from any big clan headquarter or guild base. This helped in evading many troubles, as Arthur didn't want to create more ruckus to the academy; his academy.

Besides he saw all of them as his own subjects, yet they didn't know that.

"We have company."

At the mid-day of the fourth day Doaf suddenly whispered. "My scout team has found many strangers coming towards us," he added.

"Strong or weak?" Arthur simply asked.

"Strong indeed."

"Good, the fish took the bait then," Arthur laughed while glancing all around, "everything is settled?" he casually asked.

"They will be trapped here, don't worry young master."

"I'm worried your boys might overdo it," Arthur smiled as he helplessly glanced at the hundred giants scattered all around.

"This is something I stressed over many times already," Doaf also sighed, "but my boys are hot blooded, especially when meeting anyone from the dark clans."

"They are from dark clans?" Arthur wasn't that surprised to hear this.

"Sure, everyone belonged to one weak clan or a lost clan. Yet they can't be underestimated."

"I depend on you then," Arthur smiled before inwardly saying, 'be ready, I might need your help at any moment.'

'Don't worry, I'm now part of your soul and linked to your mind dantian,' Gege said before adding, 'no illusion can work on you easily anymore.'

'I hope you are right,' he inwardly sighed. During these days he had many discussions with the voices in his head. They talked about the nature of those assassins and the magnitude of their threat.

The only disturbing thing Arthur had was the soul based attacks, and with the presence of Gege here he was now slightly relieved of such worry.

Gege excelled in breaking any soul attack coming from the dark side. She also spoke many times about his mind dantian and how it was helpful in defending against such attacks.

Arthur knew she wasn't exaggerating. After all the mind dantian was always linked to soul attacks in his past life.

It didn't take longer than one hour before the enemies started to attack. The first came from the rear, where Arthur and Doaf were there.

A group of hundred werewolves appeared all of sudden with their big hairy bodies and sharp claws. Just as they roared while running fast towards Arthur, Doaf simply took out a large stick, made entirely of bronze, and then he simply waved it.

"Rumble!"

At this moment Arthur knew that Doaf wasn't exaggerating when he spoke about their individual strength.

When he waved his stick, a rumbling occurred faintly around him, and a wide pulse wave erupted from the tip of the stick, heading directly towards the incoming enemies.

Some moved to evade it just in time, while others weren't that lucky. With this simple attack of Doaf, thirty-five of the werewolves were killed while leaving another seventeen heavily wounded on the ground.

"Good," Arthur smiled in excitement while another idea popped up his mind, "I can have more capable soldiers then."

Doaf didn't realize his meaning, but the sudden eruption of the fight made the entire caravan stop.

And then more attacks came from all sides at this moment.

"Rumble!"

"Stay in the center."

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

Arthur noticed that everyone of the giants held a bronzed stick and used it the same way Doaf did. Yet not many of them were strong as him, and that made him realize that Doaf was their strongest.

The surviving werewolves didn't stop their charge, yet more giants appeared in front of Arthur to attack these. The fight was intense from the start, and in no time many started to roar in pain while others lost their lives.

"Stay here young master," Doaf suddenly said while he vanished the next instant from Arthur's side.

"Sure, I'll heed by your words," Arthur smirked as he took out the pillar he once took from George and his bow and arrows.

He didn't hesitate to hit the pillar with arrows while he kept a vigilant glance around.

Everywhere there were teams of dark assassins hitting them, yet they were all stopped by the giants. The one hundred group of giants seemed small, but they were so much organized and far stronger than their enemies.

They got divided into ten groups, each had ten giants. Each group took the mission to protect one side of the caravan, while three groups acted as jokers; jumping from one fight to another, helping their comrades.