Harem Tournament of Champions

Chapter 141 Based On Her Orders

[Bows: 2970/3000]

Rhythmic breathing echoed throughout the dungeon with the back-and-forth movement of Hisha thrusting into Moka's anus.

Duergar breathing was ragged as he strived to achieve the bows quickly.

Feeling dizzy and almost out of breath, he internally made a count of the remaining numbers of bows left.

If he could distract himself from the sounds that drowned his thinking, he would gladly oblige.

[Fetish: Exhibitionist]

Pulling out, Hisha held onto Moka's waist, preventing her from falling face-first from exhaustion.

[Bows: 3000/3000]

Ding!

The sound rang out, alarming Deurgar on the possible removal of the blockage.

"My lord!" He called out in a loud voice, crawling towards the side of the cage, holding onto it.

Still unable to see, Duergar begged for the blindfold to be removed.

Ignoring the hobgoblin for a time, he stared at the dark ceiling of the area with a sheepish smile.

The feeling of going through with one of his original fetishes was more than he could ask for.

Looking to his side and at an unconscious Moka, he wondered how Alta would have fared in her stead.

[Was it worth it?]

'It was, nonetheless I could get part of the information out of her if I wanted.' Hisha replied with a proud smirk.

Slipping on his shorts, he adjusted Moka to sleep on her side.

Caressing her hair, he realized how mistaken he was about their race and needed just one thing–the reason for their attack.

"Your words would determine how serious I consider you to be," Hisha warned, not ready to revoke the blindfold on him.

Bopping his head in agreement, Deurgar was ready to go to any length to see and reunite with his sister.

"I will respond accordingly."

"Tell me, are you the leader of your race?"

Hisha couldn't picture Deurgar as the true leader of the hobgoblins.

"No, I am nothing more than a general in my warlord's army."

Nodding his head at the info, Hisha smiled at accurately guessing that, but there was something that was still unsettling to him.

Hisha let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose at the thought of what the answer to his next question could be.

"Who freed you all from your sealed prison?"

"I don't know her by name but–"

Hisha's body stiffened at the word 'her'.

"A Vandrik?!" He interjected.

Deactivating the blindfold, he glared at the hobgoblin. "How did she get to know your location?!"

Pushing back in fear, Duergar covered his head, expecting an outburst.

"I don't know!" He repeated continuously, trembling at the aura he had felt.

Hisha tugged at his hair in frustration, not only was she trying to turn his harem and people around against him, she had almost managed to free a century-old devastating force to wreak havoc.

'HTC, there has to be a way to take down that temptress!'

[You capture and restrain her. Have your harem train to be stronger for a final duel against her]

'Wow! Why didn't I think of that?' Hisha deadpanned.

Stepping out of the cage, Hisha snapped his finger to have a cloth cover Moka.

She groaned in her sleep as she turned her back to him, tugging at the cover.

Deurgar crawled to the side of the cage once more, "Moka, your brother is here."

"I didn't say you could move over," Hisha warned with a glow in his eyes.

Knowing the relationship between the hobgoblins and Yoru only complicates things further.

"Kritz." He called out in a whisper.

Zzzwp!

Materializing in front of Hisha, Kritz had his head bowed and a black mist dissipating in all directions.

"What is the status of the rest of the tribal chiefs?"

Raising his head, he looked over to Deurgar, skeptical about letting out the information to a dangerous creature.

"Don't pay attention to him," Hisha assured, ready to listen to the report.

"There have been a few casualties majorly from the city of Straton..." Kritz paused, thinking over the numerous corpses he had witnessed.

"The beast territories had sustained just a little damage but were able to fend off the intruders with their collective efforts and that of their tribal heads." He concluded.

Hisha closed his eyes, ready to ask the difficult question.

"How many had died? A rough estimate would do."

"One million, six hundred and one. With seventy percent of the casualties from Straton alone." Kritz responded with a sigh.

"What about the horde?

"I see." Hisha's chilly voice and glare had Duergar push back against the cage.

If there was ever an option to choose between the ground swallowing him whole and facing the wrath of the immortal, he would have gladly gone with the first.

"I swear, we were merely working based on the orders!" Deurgar blurted out.

Walking over to the cage, Hisha stared down at the hobgoblin, the mere sight of it leaving a bad aftertaste in his mouth.

"How could an army as large as yours be threatened by a Vandrik?"

Kritz tilted his head in curiosity at the mentioned word, feeling as though there was something he was missing.

Deurgar looked over to Kritz with an ominous look that spooked the Vandrik.

"What was that?" Kritz questioned, holding onto his head and groaning in pain.

"My little Vandrik, I finally found you." He responded with a blank face.

Zap!

Shooting electricity from his fingers, it struck Deurgar in the forehead.

Thud!

Kritz gasped in shock at what had just happened in a span of a few seconds.

Hisha had his face contoured in disgust at Yoru's words transmitted through Deurgar.

'That bitch just gets to devise more ways to make her death enjoyable.'

[Isn't she a temptress anymore, host?]

HTC teased with wiggling brows emoji.

"Tch–"

"Are you alright?" Hisha inquired.

Nodding his head, Kritz took a glance at unconscious Duergar. "What was that about?"

Hisha observed Kritz for a while, pondering over what had happened over the few months since his arrival.

First, Yoru had attempted to have Kritz under her control.

Second, the group had tried to seal him, but to what benefit? Because of Kritz?

The last and final uncertain piece, how the hell did Yoru always manage to be a step ahead when planning shady things?

Opening a portal, Hisha nodded to signal Kritz to follow him.

*****

Deep in the forest,

Kritz looked around him, the thick bush had grown more than the last time they had been there.

Unsure of Hisha's plans, he stood still as he watched Hisha pace for a while.

'It all started in this goddamn place.' Hisha thought, rubbing his chin.

Stopping in his tracks, he took a glance at Kritz, pointing at him. "It has always been a mystery to you about your race, hasn't it?"

Kritz nodded his head, recalling his young days of wandering the streets of Straton, being ostracized and nearly killed.

"So has your memory been vague." Hisha continued, snapping his fingers, feeling as though he was getting somewhere with his findings.

Kritz nodded his head, clenching his hand to suppress the anger that had suddenly begun to build up at the thought of what he had endured.

Catching a glimpse of Kritz's red glow in his eyes, Hisha walked up to him.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, he searched Kritz's eyes.

It was slowly becoming evident that there was more to Kritz losing his memory. A part of him deduced that Kritz's memories were forcefully suppressed until he was of age to be a puppet of a grand plan.

"Remember I had pulled you out of the trenches, you are a part of my family," Hisha assured him, giving a squeeze on his arm.

Exhaling, Kritz controlled his thoughts and gave a nod.

If he could get Kritz to control his rage, he would be one step at cutting off the hold that could be placed on him under Yoru's hold.

Smiling at the progress made, Hisha walked back, clenching his fists and ready to attack.

Beckoning him to come at him, Hisha explained. "I need you not to hold back, show me what you got."

Kritz raised a brow, uncertain about the duel. He could already tell the victor and who would get the ass whooped.

"My lord, I don't think it would be a good idea for me to have a face-off with you." Kritz took a step back, shaking his head in protest.

[Looks like someone's scared!]

HTC mocked in a high-pitched monotonous voice and several hard laughter emoji scrolled across Hisha's screen.

'Don't be petty! I need to study something.' Hisha closed the user interface, locking his gaze on Kritz.

"I don't take no for an answer." Hisha asserted. "If you manage to land a hit, I'd be open to answering one of your questions."

*****

A/N

¶ Any idea on what Hisha hopes to spot?

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