"I don't know, goblin" Narr said, doubting.

Narr Iron Nails was a goblin of the Tribe of the Iron Nails, from the northern plains of Serak. A warg rider, the green goblin was a proud warrior, and as the demons returned, he didn't liked too much how his tribe simply bended the knee to the demons... but there was nothing he could do.

The Iron Nails Warg riders where formed as mounted units for a morodi legion, and as the armies of the Dark Legion marched westward in numbers Aiers had never seen before, he could barely grasp the size of the demonic army...

But he could very well live the problems of it. His legion was for long bottled in the east side of the Dargoina mountains, while the Dark Legions stormed Roccasone first, and the Degoland Pass then. Only waiting to advance, there was problems with the supplies: simply in front of such an army, there wasn't enough food for everybody -and often, goblins where the last ones to see something to eat, Narr noticed angrily.

Then crossing the Degoland Pass was miserable on it's on way, not being equipped for such ventures as crossing mountains: the goblins of the lowlands suffered greatly...

and then, when he expected the glory and loot of being part of a conquering army advancing over rich realms, instead what his wargs and riders found was an emptied land, where everything had already been sacked or destroyed, either by the retreating humans or the advancing Dark Legion.

Hunger and disease, and hunger again.

The goblin captain grinded his teeth, thinking how he had lost more wargs and goblins in this damned "victorious" march than in any battle he had ever fought before in Polforia...

And due the losses, his Iron Nails riders had to be grouped by a group of Southeners... these Long Nosed Ur Dur goblins. He didn't liked them. They had their skin covered in hair like a kanov or a hoo-man, and sported facial hair like them... something completely un-goblin like, in his opinion... but rather than their apparience, what he hated of the southern, hairy Ur Dur long noses is how since they arrived some two or three decades ago to the north, they had quickly displaced many good, ancient goblin clans from their lands... they seemed to be simply out-breeding, replacing the goblin clans of the north...

and worse of all, now he had to command this joint unit with Captain Idklol, an Ur Dur chieftain he couldn't bear at all.

"Oh, kome on!" Idklol said "What'z wrrong with it?" he said. To further proof is point, he squeezed the breast of the ozcura grey orc, that giggled.

"They arren't goblins" Narr said, looking alternatively at Idklol and the horrible faces of the three grey orcs by his side.

"You arren't going to find any goblin girrl to thiz zide of the Darrgoina mountainz!" Idklol said. "Wherre therre izn't a Goblin, good it'z an Orrc!"

Narr looked disgusted at Idklol. One thing was to bed a more or less acceptable looking orc woman... but ozcuras? They where anything but orcs in his opinion... and almost as ugly as the knife-ears or ho-mans.

"I don't think zo" Narr said. "I prefeer to wait until I capturre zome zlave."

"Hadn't you noticed there zeemz to be like twenty or zo of uz for everry ho-man? Neither you, me orr any of ourr boyz will even get to zee a zingle ho-man in thiz campaign, I tell you!!"

He did have a point, Narr thought. So far, the only ho-mans he had seen where the bones of them -without even enough flesh to gnaw from them!!-

"...and the poorr thingz need it!" Captain Idklol said. "Neitherr they have found out a zingle ho-man forr themzelvez! And all they had done zo farr waz only to build rraftz, rraftz and rraftz forr the arrmy to krozz the rriverr!!

Neitherr they had any fun zo farr in thiz invazion!"

"Yezz pleazze!" said one of the Ozcuras, in a very broken goblin dialect. "We want fun... booze and cheeze!!"

"We don't have either booze or cheeze... but we can prrovide some fun!"  Idklol said. "It'z ourr patrriotik duty!"

Idkol is right, Narr thought. If he get to use one of these big-words demons and officers use, he couldn't be wrong!

It was his duty to the Dark Legion!

And maybe that way, the next generation of Ozcuras will be less ugly!!

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There is a saying, at least in Chile:

"En tiempo de Guerra, todo hoyo es trinchera"

... which isn't exactly used in a military context!

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