Chapter 833 - Advent (2/2)
”I have always been far too curious for my own good at times,” Dolohov continued as the spear threateningly quivered in the air as if hungry to be set loose. ”And then I found it, oh yes, I might have had to torture a goblin to learn the knowledge. Still, my theory proved true, goblin silver is indeed capable of cutting through giant flesh. And ever so conveniently in the family vaults, there happened to be a silver goblin forged spear taken as a trophy after defeating a goblin general in the last goblin war hundreds of years ago.”
Wurfbog let out a painful hiss and clenched his hand that was still bleeding. Blood drops the size of buckets splashed onto the sand, but his hand painfully burned. ”It burns,” the Gurg hissed.
”Ah, well, I may have added various poisons to the tip,” Dolohov truthfully answered with a malevolent smile. ”I wasn't certain if poisons worked on giants, so I thought to experiment, but it would seem that I won't need to experiment further as the present concoction seems to work. I am dreadfully disappointed; I will admit had such wonderous ideas. Alas, it simply was not meant to be.”
Iwara raised her staff, but suddenly the floating spear was pointed directly at her head. ”The female flesh should mind their own business,” Dolohov coldly said as Wurfbog gestured to his mate to stand down.
”The antidote, wizard,” Wurfbog barked.
”Antidote?” Dolohov gleefully chortled. ”There is no antidote.”
”Wizard!” Wurfbog threatened in genuine pain and humiliation. He could not remember the last time he had been so humiliated since he was a mere child. He would kill the wizard if it was the last thing he did. ”Do not toy with me!”
”You best chop that hand of yours off, Wurfbog,” Dolohov truthfully said, ”for the poison has already begun to spread.” And it had for Wurfbog's hand fingers had already begun to turn a dark purple. If the poison had been on a human, they would already be dead frothing at the mouth.
”Wizard, you will regret this,” Wurfbog threatened through hungry shark-like teeth. The pain had increased and was worse than the wounds received when hunting dragons.
”Remember your place, half-breed,” Dolohov viciously sneered. ”You are not even a full-blooded giant. And do not deny that your half-breed kind is regularly killed and eaten by Giants. A half-breed holds no place among giants.”
The giants that followed Wurfbog did not speak, but Iwara could sense a change in the giants that followed them. The giants could be coerced and forced even, but giants much like wizard-kind did not tolerate half-bloods very well. Indeed, most half-breeds were killed very young and eaten, while those that survived usually were generally outcasts in giant society. It had not been open knowledge that their Gurg was a half-blood, but now, sooner or later there would be open dissent. A Gurg who was a half-blood was outrageous and shameful, sooner or later the giants would turn against them.