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The War of the Primals

Born as the heir to the world's most powerful family of magicians, with a talent for magic that rivals that of the gods, Adall knew happiness only to have it forcibly ripped away from him shortly thereafter. Overnight, he would be banished from his family and condemned to a pathetic life of wandering. Or so it was supposed to happen... How did he become so powerful? Why am I unable to inflict even the slightest injury on him, even using my most powerful spells? Why must I lose to someone I could have killed with a mere murderous intent not long ago? His new calling will be to instill fear and despair in the hearts of his enemies.

Alb22 · War
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The Goblin Hamlet III

"This is it!"

Adall, disguised as Gobgrim, pointed out to the group of five goblins behind him the position of the bodies of their supposed fallen comrades in combat.

At the location he indicated, one could see four dismembered goblin corpses, evidence of a true carnage during the battle.

Gobgrim was about to shed his crocodile tears once again when suddenly, he heard behind him:

"Take them! We'll bring them back with us."

This was too much this time.

Why would goblins bother to gather the bodies of their fallen comrades on the battlefield?

Adall had never read about such a thing in a book.

So, driven by curiosity, he asked:

"Why do we have to take these bodies with us?"

This question was directed at the captain, and he obviously expected an answer from him, but unexpectedly, the one who spoke first was one of the regular goblins in the group.

"Do you dare to question orders?"