Bhok Bone Carver POV
"No No No this are not Omub's warriors!!"I yelled out in frustration.
"Little Chief, it's is better you retreat while we hold them back." A Kobold I could not remember his name offered.
'Tch...I'll be mocked by my brothers for sure' was all I thought of as I observed the battle once again.
The plain was littered with wounded fighters, carnage and blood. Red and gray were the only colors of what was once a vast, rich plain, which has now become the stage of a ruthless battle.
"Aaaargh!!" a goblin Archer wailed right before it's death.
This scene strengthened my heart in order to run away, "I'm leaving!!... Better be anywhere but here!!Bhok can't die, Bhok with never die"
The air which would normally be rich with scents from the grass is now glowing red with fire and thick with smoke, ash and embers, there's no coming back from this, Igurg is gone.
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