One day Gundahar strode down with his tiny and intelligent son called Gundar until a strange thought appeared in Gundars head. All his minions always bowed down to him as if he was an emperor. Gundahar was a terrible disaster to meet. The dragon slowly lifted the building back up, before collapsing with the exhaustion, and breathed its last.Ī Heavy armoured suit which covered the enormous and unimaginable goblin that no one could ever say his name… Gundahar the evil and cruel leader of all his minions. Father and son closed their eyes, waiting for the roar of pain.
The dragon took off, and flew towards the building. The dragon shook itself and gave a great roar. At the same time, the dragon’s collar and harnesses fell off its wings, crushing more goblins. Floods of goblins flew out in panic, one clutching something that looked like a square with glass on it, but he dropped it and it shattered. Slowly it began to topple creaking all the time. It valiantly tried to defend the building that was now stripped of anything that made it special, until it was a maze of bars.
The father thought it could do a lot better if it wasn’t for the huge iron harnesses weighing down its wings, and the huge iron collar restricting the fire. Thousands lay strewn across the ground, dead, and some had been completely vaporised by its breath.
A single white dragon was fighting against the hordes, but it was giving way slowly they could see the flashes of red. They had climbed the building, ruthlessly slaughtering all who got in their way, before those who didn’t. A goblin and his son gazed out at the mass destruction that the goblin army had done.
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