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"For Lugbúrz!"
We roar. We scream. We shout.
"Come on boys! Move yer filthy feet! This time, we got him!"
Uglob's voice is strong and good. No weakness is allowed now.
It fills us with hate and terror.
Alarm has been raised in the main camp - we hurry. We run and we scream.
Our weapons are like the teeth of Lugbúrz, our hands like jaws.
We are the gob of the dark master.
We hate him, and we fear him.
Grombolg stops.
"But...t's Pomongôth! We can't face him! He's too strong for us!"
Uglob's mace shatters his facial features instantly.
"Move, maggots! If ye don't move, ye'll be facing me!"
Uglob is not joking.
We run. We scream.
The campfires are burning. We pass them.
One, two, three... five. Six. The Dire Jaw Unit. Dead. All dead.
Fear. That wraith must be near. Fear.
Snagashag hesitates.
Uglob punches his face, grabs his tongue and tears it out.
"Move! Faster, ye scum! Nobody stops!"
Uglob looks like he is not joking.
Fear. Hate.
We run even faster. We scream.
One, two...five, six...eight, nine... the bowel stretcher boys. Dead. All of 'em.
Finally, we hear the sound of fighting.
The campfires burn. Fear burns. Hate burns.
"Weapons up! Move!" roars Uglob.
There he is, the wraith. He slices the throat of one of the Black Onions.
Damn the Golug! He is fast!
"Do not kill him! Lugbúrz wants him alive!" roars Uglob.
We charge.
The Golug turns around, facing us.
Fear. Hate. The Golug's eyes burn.
He decapitates Shrûg.
Shrûg rolls around, spitting.
Morgrat parries, but with not enough strength. The Golug's blade eats his chest.
"Captain! We can't get him!"
Shaghosh grabs the Golug from behind, trying to bite his neck.
Pomongôth turns around and smashes Shaghosh's face with his head.
Skrâz hits the Golug's back.
The wraith stumbles.
"Can't ye see it, ye maggots? He's bleeding! No wraith! Oh no! He's a damn Golug, nothin' more! Get him! Get him now!" Uglob raises his mace.
We scream. We charge.
Reward awaits us, if we succeed. Pain and horror, if we fail.
The Golug's gnawing blades are whirling.
He loses one of 'em.
Seven of us fall.
Finally, Uglob himself joins the fray.
He is not joking.
The Golug is tired.
The clash is short, but loud.
The Golug can't hold up with Uglob's rage.
Uglob breaks him.
We scream. We triumph.
Uglob throws the limp Golug against a tree.
"This one goes to Lugbúrz! What a nice journey boys, ha ha ha!"
Uglob is strong and good.
He is never joking. He always means it.
Burzúm has prevailed.
The Golug are defeated.
Pomongôth is defeated. He will be punished by the Ghâshgôth. But first, WE will have fun with him!
The Golug are defeated.
Burzúm prevailed.
We scream. We triumph.
(Ingame screenshots)
Next part of the story: here
[Translation Black Speech - Westron:
Golug - Elves (Noldor)
Pomongôth - Lord of Statues
Burzúm - Darkness
Ghâshgôth - Lord of Fire (Balrog)
Lugbúrz - Dark Tower (referring to Angband) ]
