An enormous body!
A savage, single eye!
An aura of fear spread all around them.
Simple words could no longer describe what these monsters made those who saw them feel.
They were Gronn, the masters of the Ogres, the overlords of Gorgrond!
And Gruul was the king of the Gronn.
The enormous, one-eyed Ogre strode toward the Black Dragons' "cargo," step by step, and the earth seemed to tremble at his movement.
The Orcs scattered in panic, fleeing blindly, spilling more cargo across the ground.
Dragon Eggs struck the ground hard, and several more small, dark shapes swiftly broke out of their shells...
They were only about the size of a horse, though their wings were somewhat broader... their heads were small, and only a few scattered spikes dotted their backs.
Wyrmlings! Black Dragon wyrmlings.
The wyrmlings shrieked at Gruul, as though warning the king of the Gronn not to approach.
But Gruul paid no heed to these tiny creatures' warnings.
"Destroy the invaders!" Gruul shouted.
At their leader's command, Gronn all over the mountains launched themselves at the wyrmlings.
The wyrmlings began spraying lava around them, having learned their breath attack the moment they were born; they also began beating their wings, trying to fly high and escape these towering monsters.
Unfortunately, they could not fly very high.
One Gronn seized a sharp rock beside it and heaved... wrenching the rock out of the ground. Then it aimed the rock's point at the sky and hurled it with all its might... a scream rang out as it impaled a wyrmling and brought it down.
Their enormous leader also killed a wyrmling, but he did not use a "weapon" as the other Gronn did.
He simply raised his hand and effortlessly plucked a black wyrmling out of the air.
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