The dungeon they were currently in, was definitely something that went well and beyond that category to be able to nurture such treasures.
Giz-Wogo and the other crimson horns nodded their head. That's right, with the support of the dungeon, what did the Seven Kings even amount to? Once they grew stronger naturally the others would have to submit to them.
The blood of the ogres boiled as they pictured a wonderful future in their heads.
"You all, don't get too ahead of yourselves" Naturally, Gish-Bor knew what they were thinking "Taking over the dungeon won't be an easy task. It was already difficult enough to defeat the demon in his lair; however, with the addition of the harpies now, the threat that the dungeon represented grew exponentially".
That was right, since the territory of the harpies was empty, there was only one other place they could have gone to. And the evidence lay right next to them.
