Krakou was completely stunned by the drugs and was shaking his head from side to side.

He could see hundreds of humans and elves on the top of a huge square surrounded by high monoliths.

Some raptors were grunting and others were shouting orders to deal with the threat of the warriors who had killed some of the less fortunate raptors.

"What the hell is going on?" then he saw the crowd yelling and making various signs.

With his winged arm, he returned the favor by waving his arm. For a moment the crowd fell silent, surprised, then roared louder.

An excitement was felt as purses and coins fell to the ground and one of them rolled to the feet of the allosaurian drago.

"Look! He's picking up the gold coin!

"It must be a smart monster! Watch out guys!

"I'll bet 200 pepites on the monster against the gladiators!"

"I'll bet 300"

"1,000 pepites to redeem the monster!"

"3000 pepites for the edge!"

Every time a lord raised his arm, Krakou would look at them and wave!

The gladiators were wary and focused on the raptors, but when one of them wanted to slit the throat of one of the dinosaurs on the ground, Krakou jumped up and with a blow of his tail club, sent the gladiator crashing against the wall.

The raptor closed its eyes like a frightened and trapped reptile, waiting to be killed as quickly as possible. But the allosaurus squeaked a little and reassured the exhausted raptor with a lick.

He got up and ran to join his comrades.

There were 10 gladiators per raptor and it was not looking good for them.

Krakou had an electronic collar with a voice converter, powered by mana and he turned it on.

"Hello, humans... what's going on here?"

The crowd fell silent. The monster spoke but in an unknown language.

Yet some who knew magic, well the rudiments of it, could hardly understand it, but knew that it was the lost language of wizards, the magic language...

A fairly strong mage suddenly became stressed and realized that the hunters and barons had gone a step too far. Anything that came from the dark mountain was potentially dangerous and what they had here was a blatant example.

Not wanting to take any chances, he descended the wall and headed for the lodge of the head hunter of Wyrme.

Just then, a clamor arose from the other side of the arena toward the cages.

A huge explosion sounded and a wall exploded, sending monoliths flying as if they were a wrestler hitting a frigolite brick wall.

When the dust settled, a huge black wyvern of more than 15 meters had smashed the cage's gate and at the same time exploded the inner wall.

BLAM

BLAM

BLAM

Arnold, unaccustomed to moving around on all fours, made his steps a little unsteady.

About fifty guards with pikes, nets and chains and dressed in armor made of bone, leather and skins were trying to contain the gigantic monster in front of them.

The children followed the wyvern, staying behind.

Arnold had signaled them to stay in his shadow.

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"GRRRRRRR"

They were used to distracting the wyverns by making as much noise as possible with their shields and shouts and provocative gestures, while others whirled balls connected to ropes to tangle in the legs and cast weighted nets intertwining with the legs, horns and scale tips on the back and flanks.

Spearmen would finish the job by either knocking out the beast or gouging out the eyes and going straight for the brain.

But Arnold was more cunning than that.

Without warning, his tail stretched out and arced so fast that no one saw it coming.

SLING!

Like a horizontal guillotine, his tail sword flew almost like a helicopter blade, outstretched and without friction. The speed was supersonic and 50 men fell silently, cut in half horizontally or with their heads cut off...

The blade cut through everything, bones, spearheads, shields.

Suddenly the crowd was afraid.

Arnold stepped forward into the gory carnage he was the source of and as his paw passed over the skulls, they made a "pop" as they crashed flat under the tonnage of the wyvern.

A trail of blood followed him as he entered the arena and saw a hundred gladiators facing desperate raptors and a confused Kracou.

Arnold went into a rage, seeing raptors on the ground and gladiators. It was horrible.

He looked around, there must have been at least a thousand people in the stands.

In his mind, they were all bastards and too bad for the families who were watching such a heinous show!

!

With a translation spell, using the powers of Tyrant he exclaimed "Throw down your weapons and let us out".

But it was confusion, no one was listening to anyone and the leaders were fighting among themselves to redeem the black monster. Only the Duke of Aubagne, who was the president of the Wyvern Hunters and owner of the "Fort", had a clear mind.

And his eyes met Arnold's.

He raised his sword to silence the crowd but it was too late. Arnold wanted to take revenge for the abuse and barbarism before him. His dragon instinct amplified his desire for destruction.

If the warriors had thrown down their weapons and fallen to their knees to beg, he would have listened, but Arnold couldn't take it anymore, he was tired and just wanted to go home, stay with his brothers and sisters and be cuddled by his mom and dad. Nothing else mattered, yes, playing with his friends and new drago raptor buddies like Kracou, Rapetou, and Octavia.

All he had in front of him was shit, like the ummite bastards who died under his father's fire.

Obviously, his overinflated ego, wasn't helping.

"I don't know who you are but you're going to pay for all the evil you've done to us!"

The duke realized he was looking at a predator a thousand times more powerful, a true monster of the black mountain.

"GRRRRRRRRR"

The raptors and Kracou rushed to Arnold's feet, forming a single group and knowing never to stand in the path of a dragon's breath.

Raptors looked at the barbarian children clutching the dragon's tail and did nothing, looking back at the ecstatic crowd, waiting to see what would happen.

The Wyverns were not spitting fire and they did not understand the imminent danger.

Arnold's back and spines lit up and made a transforming sound and... suddenly, a chain of lightning struck the crowd with one blow, causing a horrific explosion.

The blood in the skulls boiled instantly and with the steam, the skulls exploded in chorus.

A thousand deaths at once.

Even the gladiators on the ground were charred by the electric blast of the black monster.

There was silence, broken by the weapons, limbs falling to dust and equipment crashing to the ground.

The crowd was no more...

Only the Duke was spared.

And Arnold stared at him with a wicked look.

He fell to his knees and laid his sword flat on the ground.

Even the raptors and Kracou were terrified...

BLAM BLAM BLAM...

The dragon came up with his head level with the Duke.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you!"

The Duke saw that the children were following the wyvern and the raptors were obeying him like a structured army.

These were not animals...not that! They were an engeance...

To die a hero... very little for the Duke.

Then he saw all his vassals charred, the crowd in ashes and no survivors.

He had to think, and fast... the dragon would have no patience as he had no mercy, yet he gave a chance to surrender... He could negotiate.

"I know this world down to the last corner and I know where other raptors and wyverns are. I've spent my whole life hunting wyverns that devoured people but you are strong different.."

Arnold paused and thought.

"That's not enough!" and he opened his mouth showing rows of teeth as long as daggers.

Aubagne kept his cool and knew how to deal with death. It was a certainty among hunters.

"This hellish place kept all the noble scoundrels of the old empire together. Only violence and cruelty could keep them here under surveillance."

Arnold shut his mouth and remembered a program from his history class, a course on Louis 14 and the crazy construction of Versailles. A form of prison/brothel for nobles so that the king could keep his hand on them...

Arnold looked at the fort in the distance that was perched on a rocky outcrop.

This pleased him.

"Take us to your fort... The servants will remain our slaves. Bring back all the captive saurians. You keep your post and your titles but under our orders."

The Duke huffed, but the next thing he knew, Arnold had his eye bigger than the Duke's head at his level. The stare was overwhelming and the presence unbearable.

"I am one of the Gods of the mountain! And I hope for your sake that you know your place!

Not wanting to take any more chances, he went to the stables, guarded by raptors, and climbed onto his horse. Two unscathed squires flanked him and, head down, they rode the rocky path that led to the fort.

Kracou jumped on Arnold's neck and they hugged for a while...

"Arnold.... I didn't recognize you... but it's you! What a beautiful wyvern you are!!!"

"I have an onion to peel with Grandma! I can't accept being turned against my will."