Guild Wars

o his stomach.
In there, he concocted the most vile gas one could ever smell and released it!

POOOOOOOT!!

A strange sound was heard that would normally send one rolling to the floor in laughter, but the guards couldn ’t find it in themselves to laugh right now.

They were surrounded by a thick green miasmic cloud that infiltrated their noses as they breathed.
What was worse was that they had been active, meaning that their inhalations were deep and long.

Some had even used their mouths to breathe, and they had inhaled a good portion of the green cloud.

They immediately came to halt as their faces rapidly changed expression wise.
Their complexions shifted between different colors of the rainbow so fast that one would think they had swallowed a Christmas light.

Their faces eventually halted at green and looking ready to explode.

”FUCKKKK!!! MY NOSE, OH GOD MY NOSE!!! ”

”SAVE ME!!! SAVE ME MOMMY!!! ”

”I ’M GOING TO DIE ARRGGGHH!!! HELPPPP!! ”

”IT SMELLS LIKE SHIT! OH GOD, IT SMELLS LIKE SHIIIITTTT!! ”

They fell down and rolled on the ground while screaming and crying for help.
They clutched their throats and tried to cough out the vile gas while breathing in fresh air.

It would have worked, had Qiong Qi not released a second and more potent burst.

When one was drowning and came up to the surface, they would take in a deep breath to fill their lungs in with air.
These poor guards had made that same mistake, so they took in Qiong Qi ’s fresh rancid fart with even deeper inhalations.

They began screaming and crying like dying pigs, making the people in the houses nearby come out to see what was happening.
Were they under attack? Did they need to flee or fight?

However, when they say their defenders rolling on the ground while looking green, they were stunned.
These were our noble guards right? They were being attacked and not fooling around… right?

Draco looked on with sympathy while Vano ’s expression changed.
His heart went cold.
Had he not fallen into lust and chased after Draco, he would be rolling on the floor as well!

When he thought of that, he looked towards Draco and his eyes narrowed sharply.
It was through following this fellow that he lucked out!

That meant that even the Gods were saying that tonight, Draco was destined to be on top of him!

Damn!

Draco ’s heart sunk.
Instead of being afraid, the fellow was doubly motivated to ride him! Fuck!

However, a sound soon reverberated around the gypsy village that entered everyone ’s mind, regardless of whether they were deaf or of good hearing.

”Please invite the guest to my abode. ”

It was a simple and aged female voice that resonated with wisdom and the vicissitudes of life.
One couldn ’t help but feel like a headstrong young pup that knew nothing about life in front of such a voice.

Draco and Qiong Qi became serious immediately and stopped their act.
Even Vano suppressed his lust and became much more solemn.
The crowd immediately dispersed and the guards took up a proper formation.

”Please follow me, Lord Drake.
Our Queenmother calls for you. ” Vano said with a gentle tone.

”En.
Lead the way. ” Draco said with a nod.

They walked through the gypsy village, crossing through marketplaces and grassy streets to reach a secluded area.
The gypsy style of occupation was similar to nomads and circus members, with huge pavilion-like tents that were white in color and had a strange blue banner attached to them.

On the banner was a symbol of a person meditating while planets rotated around him.
Draco had to admit, it invoked a strange feeling when he looked at it.

There were parked wagons as well as a few kiosks here and there, making the area possess a slight Middle-Eastern and African ambience.

The gypsy people though, we the true eye candies.
The men wore bandannas that bound their short and thin dreadlocks.
These bandannas also contained the symbol of the meditating man, coming in a variety of colors.

Their faces weren ’t angular, but rather were slightly rounder and more gentle.
Some had smooth skin while others had coarse skin, but they all shared similar tattoos on their necks and upper bodies.

It was the symbol of gear that looked like it was in the midst of turning.

They wore short sleeved cotton vests that exposed their abs and torso, as well as satin harem pants that were slim, yet not tight.
A silk sash was what connected these two articles together, wrapped around their waists with the end tipping down the side.

They were barefooted though, which was bizarre to see.

The women were much more appealing to the eye though, as they all had long waist length hair that was either tied into a long ponytail or left naturally.
They had faces that were oval and displayed the pinnacle of Mid-Eastern and African beauty that one could find.

They were unlike the Wood Elves who had their slider tipped more into their bottom than their top.
Gypsy females had impressively large busts, thin waists and thick hips, their bodies like a coca cola bottle.

They wore a sports-bra like top that displayed unhealthy amounts of cleavage as well as their toned and flat stomachs to the world, barely managing to restrain their supple breasts from spilling out.

Some females wore sarong skirts of different colors, which displayed a good amount of their butt as well as their panties since it was open on one side and almost see through.

The others wore long harem pants that were split open at the sides and were even more see through than the skirts.
One could pretty much see their ass and their panties with no difficulty.

And lord were their bums great, but not as heavenly as the Wood Elf girls.

They were also barefooted.

To Draco, they looked less like philosophers and more like dark-skinned belly dancers, which actually was what gypsies were in the real world.
Still… couldn ’t the AI add some flair to it? Wasn ’t this just copy paste?

Draco and Qiong Qi were led to a tent with a less flamboyant design, looking as aged and weathered as the voice from before.
One would look at it and shake their head, this had to be scrapped.

Upon entry, they were met with the sight of a circular table that was laid with a blue cloth.
On it was a crystal ball that gleamed with a murky blue light.

On the other side of the table was an aged, dark skinned woman that looked like she had seen a lot of stuff in her time.
She wasn ’t plump, rather maintaining something like a womanly figure.

However, she couldn ’t escape the curse of sagging tissue.
She had wrinkles on her face, but her slightly droopy skin showed the image of a woman who was a world shattering beauty in her prime.

Her long white hair added a flair to her age, since it was left as it was instead of being tied to a bun.
Her eyes were pale though, meaning that she was blind.

She wore a long robe with expressive decorations that told of her cultural heritage over the millennia.
When she heard Draco and Qiong Qi enter, she smiled kindly and gestured to the seat opposite herself.

Draco and Qiong Qi shared a look before seating themselves, Draco on the chair and Qiong Qi on his hind legs.
The guards, as well as Vano, took their leave the moment they did, without even a word from the old lady.

”Good day, Lord Draco and Master Qiong.
My name is Vadoma.
I am the Queenmother of the gypsies of the Four Point Valley. ”

Her voice was even more impactful when it was heard directly.
Draco felt like a petulant child in front of his knowing and caring mother, who was chastising him gently.
That feeling of shame from being immature and unreasonable struck him in waves.

With a frown, he activated his Void of Perfection and squashed this feeling.
Qiong Qi just picked his nose, looking like all the fancy auras in the world meant shite to him.

Seeing that her aura had no effect on these two, she didn ’t seem disappointed, but rather smiled even more vibrantly.
Draco had this strange dissociative feeling that he was looking as the old Vadoma and a younger Vadoma, who was a heart stopping beauty, when she smiled.

”It is my pleasure to be in your presences.
I assume you are here to address the issue of the parasites in the Four Point Valley? ” Vadoma asked slowly.

Draco snapped out of the illusion and frowned unhappily.
Why was he so distracted this time? His mind was a bastion that even real word psychics – if they even existed – should be unable to break.

”That ’s right.
What does Madam Vadoma know about it? ” Draco asked with a sharp gleam in his eye.

Vadoma just chittered gently and looked at Draco as if she could actually see him.

”Not much truly.
But one phrase comes to mind whenever I meditate on the issue. ”

Her eyes became sharp as well and her gentle demeanor was drowned by her solemnity.

”A Thousand Mortals Cry In Peril, Birth Of The Ultimate Lifeform. ”