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. Around
the dragon's thick rear ankle, looking like nothing more
than a bracelet and charm, were attached the chain and deer
carcass.
"Attaaaack!" screamed Toede, continuing his dash
toward the forest.
The two hobgoblins who had remained with Groag
stepped forward uneasily, their little pig eyes widening,
their spears trembling. "Kill it! Kill it!" Groag squealed.
"Protect your master!"
The two seemed inclined to head for the rear, but they
were pressed forward by Toede. Planted behind them, he
was grabbing at the arms of the other fleeing hobgoblin
guards, trying to spin them around. "Where are you going,
you cowards? Stop! Stop!"
By now most of the guards, dogs, and slaves - with Galiot
leading the way - had scattered into the woods.
The dragon kept its glare fixed on the fat hobgoblin
Highlord who stood at the edge of the forest, jumping up
and down, waving his fists, and barking orders at the two
quivering guards he had pushed into the clearing. Groag
was frozen to his spot.
"Get him! You idiots! What are you waiting for?" Toede
shrieked.
At last the angry dragon, tired of the squealing, opened
its great maw, rolled its pink tongue out of the way, and
released a great, thunderous discharge of flame that caught
Toede right in the middle of one of his jumps
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