Chapter Twenty Five
Back at the Forgotten land, three hundred feet under the ground, were the mines. Garzul was leading Dracon through one of the many chambers that they created life with. At that moment a Zuron was being lifted from the ground. The monster was seven feet tall. Its horns were twice as long as a normal Zuron’s horns.
Dracon looked at the Zuron with interest. “Fit him with a general’s outfit, give him our best sword and send him up to me.” He ordered Garzul. He then returned to his main chamber in his tower.
Fifteen minutes later, the Zuron came. His outfit was made with very hard metal. His gloves were equipped with two long spikes that ran down his hand. His sword was three feet long. His handle was a hand and a half long.
Dracon turned to him at the balcony. “I want you to be one of my generals. You are to lead my soldiers that are ready to join the Fire Prince.” He told the Zuron.
The Zuron looked at him. “What are you going to call me?” He asked Dracon.
Dracon went to his table and sat down in his chair. “Your name is Burzaca. It means “Bull” in Zuron’s tongue.” He answered.
Burzaca bowed to Dracon. “I will do what you tell me to do.”
“Good. Tell The Fire Prince that I will come with five thousand Zurons tomorrow.” Dracon told Burzaca. Burzaca nodded and left. Dracon got back up and went to his balcony in time to see Burzaca leading three hundred Zurons. He then returned to his room.