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…And then it happened. The sky darkened for a moment and the silence continued. Those of Lang Reich watched, wide
eyes as the sky was filled with what looked like small dragons. Fire rained down from the sky in great amounts, incinerating
a large amount of the Southern Hordes. And then the silence ended. In a thunderous roar of lighting and thunder, the Goblins
struck back against the flight of draco-morphs, fire and energy spilling from their hands and into the sky. Even with all
the power the Goblins used, only a few scaled bodies fell from the sky. There was another roar-this time from the skies.
The draco-morphs dived down, turning up before they hit the ground. When they hit the Southern battle line, it was chaos.
They all dropped to two feet and began to cast powerful magic’s, sending fire and balls of death into the ranks of
Orcs and Humans. The Southern Army was on the retreat quickly, and the Goblins were swiftly destroyed before they got away.
The War of Clans lasted only another year, with the help of the draco-morphs. Lang Reich was the victor-in the last battle
two draco-morphs known only as The Blade and The Shield fought deep into the castle of the Southern Clans, and killed the
Great Cheiftain and his body guard, leaving the South completely leaderless.
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