The Blue Dragon Tyr, sprawled on the ground, did not hold out for long. The two elven swords, Orcrist and Glamdring, along with dozens of axes and hammers, soon gutted him. He died in the territory Sauron had promised him: Mount Gundabad.
Three days after the Blue Dragon's death, Allen returned looking exhausted, with the White Dragon's triangular head slung across his back, its eyes still open in death.
Man and dragon had chased and fought each other across the vast northern wastes for more than half a day. Throughout the pursuit, Allen carefully controlled his movements to keep the dragon's slit-pupiled eyes from locking onto him, while the dragon used every brief moment Allen spent dodging to flee desperately deeper into the frozen wastes.
Allen and the White Dragon Serral had tested each other through dozens of exchanges. In the end, Allen, who could exploit a bug to continually restore his strength, proved the better of the two.
With Gale's help, he severed the White Dragon's remaining legs. After that, the outcome was never in doubt.
The only problem was that the pursuit had lasted too long. Allen had practically exhausted himself, and to avoid freezing to death in the bitter cold of the northern wilderness, he had no choice but to walk back, one step at a time.
During those two days of trudging, the few wilderness survival skills he knew from his previous life had saved him. Miruvor and Lembas had also been a tremendous help.
This miserable place was even worse than the bottom of the sea.
By the time Allen returned, the brutal battlefield, once strewn with corpses, had been mostly cleared. The halls of Mount Gundabad were packed with wounded, while frozen bodies lay one after another on the open ground outside.
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