Adventures Of A Goblin

Chapter 233 Medium Form

[ Master, that is not her evolution form ].

'it isn't'.

Orun felt.....relieved by what Oracle had just said. But then, his relieve turned into a question on how she came about her current form if it isn't the one she got after her evolution.

'could it be?'.

Orun remembered something he heard while he was still in the dungeon, what miss dragon told him about a medium form.

He had asked her then why her appearance was not similar to that of a dragon as she claimed herself to be, miss dragon then answered him by telling him about her being in her medium form, a form that dipicted her as an ordinary entity comfortable for conversing with those outside her race, without being portrayed as an entity to fear.

Her form was even more ordinary than Wildria who has three horns on her forehead.

"i realized I could change into this form after my evolution, so I did, to surprise you".

She did manage to surprise Orun with her appearance. The reaction he gave however, was not what she expected from him.

"i believe you succeeded in surprising me".

"then why do you not look surprised".

Even after what he said, Orun's physical reaction was lacking, when taking into consideration how his face did not undergo that much changes.

"i have seen lots of things so far, to the point that I am already becoming immune to any form of surprise".

She was disappointed, as was the rest of the Wyverns who had already pictured Orun's expression when he sees the Wyvern leader's medium form.

"who are they".

She asked, shifting the topic that was about her, to focusing on the Minotaur group who were silently staying behind Orun, watching his exchange with them.

The Minotaur kind were troubled, disturbed and frightened by the dominating presence possessed by the Wyverns.

The expression carved out by the Minotaurs, based on how they view the Wyverns, is the same thing as how a mentally depressed man would stare at his mountain like obstacle and shiver in fear, hopeless that all is lost.

The only one amongst them with the mind to maintain their rationality, is the Minotaur leader who was baffled on why such terrifying beings are gathered in one place.

Each of them, had more than enough power to put an end to his race. Seeing them, the Minotaur leader questioned in his mind, what gave him the courage to confront Orun?

In the face of multiple dominating presence that was before him, the Minotaur leader was lost. Finding out where he stood, his place, really brought down and shattered whatever ego of the strong that he once had.

He realized, that not only was he nothing before this presence, but also that his very existence, does not matter to the world, nor would anyone notice if he was gone.

Amidst his fallen ego, is a question that wandered deep in his mind. The multiple presence before him, was enough for Orun to establish himself as a member of the strong, and have a massive number of beings fearing an encounter with him.

The presence of the Minotaur kind, was not needed here at all, nor would they be of help in any aspect.

They are....far too weak to prove themselves as being significant to Orun's end goal. Such, is the Minotaur leader's thought with his eyes not straying away from the presence of the strong that he is surrounded by.

"they are our new recruits, the Minotaur race".

Orun replied to Wildria, moving away from the Minotaur, and stretching out both of his hand to introduce their presence to the Wyverns.

"hmm......"

Wildria with the clothing still covering her body, made attempt to move closer to the Minotaurs, but fell on her way after taking four steps forward.

"curse this tiny legs".

She said, raising her head up, and pouring out the sand that had gathered in her mouth after her fall.

It was obvious from her body gesture that she has yet to get used to being a human sized monster.

"why don't you turn back to your Giant form instead of complaining".

Her struggling presence in front of Orun, made her feel pity for her. He hasn't seen her like that before, a state that has her struggling over something she could just as easily put an end to by changing back.

He also, has a hard time thinking of the human sized figure as the Wyvern leader that he once knew, and so he advised her to change back to her form for both their sakes.

"no. My current form is far too big for me to make use of at all times. Besides, if I am in that form, I won't be able to talk to you closely".

Orun remembered that when the Wyvern leader was still in her Wyvern form, he had to stretch his head upward just so he could see her face when talking, and she, had to bend her head really low whenever she was conversing with him.

It was an uncomfortable situation for them both, but Orun was willing to pick those times over who she is now.

"whatever it takes, or however it takes, I will master this body. I will get used to it in no time, and will have no trouble moving around".

Wildria was adamant, insistent on maintaining her medium form despite having the choice of being able to shift to her Wyvern form whenever she feels like it.

"say that after you pick yourself up from the ground first".

Orun got closer to her, and extended his hand out, so he could help her get up.

She stretched her hand out, catching Orun's, then he pulled her body up from the ground in one full swoop.

The clothing covering her front, had been stained with sand all over, with her face not left out of it.

"this is what you get for rushing yourself over something you are not used to yet".

She stood still while Orun helped her to dust of the sand from the clothing.

Dusting it off her body like a mother would do to her four year old who had just finished playing in the sand.

"is she your partner".

The Minotaur leader's question, caught both Orun and Wildria unaware.