Jahraka looked at his pocket watch, it was about time. The silence of the jungle of Stranglethorn around him made this moment of anticipation even more unbearable; he slowly took out his [Ornate Spyglass] and stepped out of the hideout to point in the direction of the Grom’Gol Base Camp.
There it was, the Zeppelins engine started working and took its course into the sea…Jahraka held his breath. Then the flying machine disappeared into a inferno of fire, dust and smoke accompanied by the sound of destruction which tore all of the jungles inhabitants out of their sleep!
Only small pieces of metal and wood, covered in flames, made their way into the water, most of the vehicle seemed destroyed by the initial explosion. He saw the panic amongst the Grunts from the distance, and how they hurried to where the little of the Zeppelin went down…he didn’t had to see more.
Jahraka entered the hideout again, in thoughts, it has been done and it was a drastic step to ensure his own survival. The injured grunts on that Zeppelin alongside the civilians didn’t die in vain, no, they died for a greater cause which shall make their deaths heroic!
“What is it?” he heard a voice from a corner of the shadowy hole he calls ‘hideout’. Maldazzarl was sitting there, next to him another person, tied up.
“What about him now?”
“He be tinkin’ when in capture we kill ‘im, or eat him, o’ wha’ not, but his destiny be by fah greater den any others…he needs to pay fo’ his crimes now.” Jahraka said with a grin on his face.
“How does he dare sabotage ‘orde transportation eh?”
Maldazzarl look down, in the faint light a smirk could be caught on his face.