Reincarnated as a chicken

Spice Hunt

A wyvern with white scales clad in armor soared through the night sky gracefully, cutting through the dreamy clouds. On its back was a young figure clad in dark grey armor that reflected the moon light, giving it a silvery allure.

She had just finished making her rounds. It was her mission to go to and from human countries as a delegate of the Ogre Tyrant. He had created illegal trade between most of the human nations and had made a huge profit out of it.

Although it was not permitted for humans to enter the Larm forest, there was nothing saying that he wasn't allowed to trade resources with the humans. Or so the ogre would say. Through this he had acquired a hefty amount of weapons and money from human nations. That was the back-up plan the Ogre Tyrant had come up with, in the case the First Tyrant ever noticed what he had been doing.

This delegate was returning to the Ogre's fortress with a letter the king of a nation had made for the Ogre tyrant and so they had made haste and flew through the secret route as usual.

This time however, when she was going back home she saw a scenery she never imagined she would bear witness to in her life. She tugged on the reins and the wyvern drew closer to the image so she wanted to get a better look at it. There was a wild fire happening in the forest and it was burning like crazy. It was spreading quickly and dangerous fumes were being produced. Her wyvern couldn't draw any closer due to the poisonous fumes so they withdrew.

Several things came to mind on what possibly caused the fire, but there was only one word that kept on ringing in her head.

'Humans?'

Had humans invade the West and started a wild fire? Surely they weren't dumb enough to just start a wildfire without any plans. Maybe they wanted to distract the Tyrant of the West long enough to extract some resources? And given the kingdom closest to the West, it wouldn't be a surprise for them to pull that kind of stunt.

She immediately decided to add it to her list of things to be reported to the Ogre Tyrant.

After an hour of just soaring through the air, the delegate could see two guard posts in front of a giant wooden wall. Beneath, on the ground, hidden by the trees were camps and camp fires, with creatures sitting around them and talking. There were various tents with ogres, orcs and kobolds around, chatting and having fun.

A few soldiers patrolled the areas and would look up at the wyvern whenever it flew over. At the guard posts were kobold soldiers, holding lamps and looking out around the wall for possible threats. They saw the wyvern and nodded at its rider – a gesture that wouldn't even be noticed.

Behind the wall was a massive courtyard filled with soldiers of the orc tribe, ogre tribe, kobold tribe and even trolls. Some were running laps around the courtyard, whereas others were patrolling. Some were busy with training, almost as if a war were coming up. There was a mansion centered right in the middle of the wooden walls. To the left, there was a wyvern sleeping there.

The delegate landed there, right next to the bigger black wyvern who opened its eyes lazily for a second. Almost immediately, the delegate jumped off the wyvern's back and caressed its sides. The delegate grabbed a huge sack she had attached to the wyvern and removed from it a huge lump of meat, which she fed to the wyvern.

"Good boy." She said.

"Welcome back, your highness!"

4 kobolds came rushing to attend to her. They bowed down in front of her and yelled.

"Tell my father that I have returned and I have important news."

"As you wish."

One of the kobolds ran towards the Ogre Tyrant's audience room.