“Wasting time. Running around without a plan."What am I supposed to do?" Lukor muttered to himself, his head down. He had abandoned those goliaths and goliathas to continue their talk.The problem wasn't that he didn't know what to do. The problem lay with the execution. Killing Balog would not be easy. Balog was even a more skilled warrior than he. Whether through lackeys or deception or even outright killing himself, he'd slain four rulers. He'd have no qualms fighting and killing Lukor.It was ...a battle Lukor knew he would lose.Perhaps Balog could be reasoned with. After all, he was now golock. He had what he wanted.Not that one could reason with a vicious, savage male who more resembled a barbarian than a goliath.He wearily rubbed his face. Then he straightened his tunic and lifted his chin, straightening to his full height. With a proud swagger, not even bothering to reclaim his armor, he marched through Ordisium back to their main hut, Orda Citadel. The two posted guards did not acknowledge him, so he strolled inside and sat upon the throne.Made from the bark of every tree in their garden — all twelve hundred of them — with intricate carvings and details, the throne was majestic.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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