Chapter 468 - Wurfbog (1/2)
High up in some forgotten mountains, a tall, skeletal thin figure led them up the mountain. Lord Voldemort had deathly pale skin, sunken crimson eyes with snake-like pupils. His nose had finally become flat like that of a snake with two mere slits for nostrils. His hands were long, spider-like fingers with sharp blue fingernails at the end.
Slithering at his side his trusted pet, Nagini. A green snake with a flat head with diamond patterns on her skin and as thick as a man's thigh. Vastly poisonous and most deadly. Strangely enough, his Death Eater's had taken to avoiding her. An oversight on their part as she would not bite without his express command.
Voldemort came to a halt at the foot of the great mountain, where the largest giant he had ever seen sat. Large muscular unlike the rest of the known Gurg giant clan chieftains. Most of the Gurg's are the largest, fattest, and most lazy of giants from among the giants. But this one, no this one was anything but a ferocious beast.
The larger than normal giant rose to his full height of thirty feet and stared down his large nose. Gray skinned the giant chief wore clothes made from dragon skin that he himself had hunted down. A necklace of dragon fangs and the teeth of his vanquished enemies hung around his neck.
The giant's hair was thick and black chopped at the earlobe to be kept short. Despite his long hair, no facial hair grew on his face. The giant for some reason liked to keep his face clean-shaven, an oddity among giants for sure. But then again, he was a half-giant himself. However, none of the giants ever dared to speak about it. He would kill them and eat them for sure.
”Welcome Voldemort,” Gurg sneered flashing sharpened teeth that had been sharpened down to resemble shark teeth. ”To what do I owe the dubious honor?”
”Greetings Wurfbog,” Voldemort firmly said. ”I trust you received my previous gifts?”
”Oh yes, the messengers were quite tasty as well,” Wurfbog flashed a wolfish smile before the tossing the Death Eater's bones at Voldemort. The scattered remains of the Death Eaters loudly clatter onto the ground around Voldemort's feet.
Voldemort shows no emotion on his face beyond a bit of annoyance at being challenged. But no loss nor sorrow for the loss of his Death Eaters. The Death Eaters behind him either take a step back in fear or grip their wands that much tighter in anger and outrage. Ignoring the gnawed bones at his feet, Voldemort says, ”And what do you think of my proposal?”
”I'll agree to it, Voldemort,” Wurfbog said. ”We giants have nothing to lose and all to gain the more for it. And I do enjoy the taste of human flesh be it wizarding kind or muggle kind.”
The Death Eater's shuffle uneasily at Wurfbog's words as Voldemort says, ”Good, then we are in agreement. But do not touch what is mine again.” Voldemort said pointing his wand at the giant in emphasis. ”I've killed giants before in Albania and I shan't have any trouble with you.”
Wurfbog narrows his eyes and flashes his sharp teeth. ”As long as your Death Eater's do not cross me, we shan't have a problem. But remember, it will take some time. I must defeat the other Gurg's in order to strengthen my army.”
”I am aware that it will take you many months to gather a large substantial clan of Giants under your banner,” Voldemort snapped in annoyance. ”Just do not try my patience.”
”Do not worry,” Wurfbog flashed an evil smile as he grabbed a bloodied club from the ground. The club was easily fifteen feet long and thick as an oak tree. It was round like a club, but dragon claws had been inserted into the wooden club to make a deadly sharp weapon. ”I'll pummel and kill any opponent.”
”Then we shall meet at the appointed place,” Voldemort said, before turning away. ”And Wurfbog no attacking either the wizarding kind or muggles until the appropriate time.”
”I can't be held responsible for any human or wizard that strays into our path,” Wurfbog snickered. ”But don't worry your pretty bald head of yours, I'll make sure they don't eat any passing village as we go along.”
Voldemort purses his lips into a thin line but accepts the response. The Death Eaters follow the skeleton thin figure away as Wurfbog licks his lips. Treaty or not, it was at last time to eat again. And he would so enjoy eating those that opposed him. Their flesh tasted especially delicious.
Turning around Wurfbog lets out a hungry roar that echoes through the entire mountain. From the caves on the mountain, the giants emerge as Wurfbog cries out in giant, ”WAR!”