Diary of a Piglin Book 11 Quotes

“Follow me, my dear protesters! We will get to the bottom of this today!” “Yeah!” The crowd cheered him on. “We will take the Mayor down!” Pegg shouted. “We will take the Mayor down!” The crowd repeated. “We will take the Mayor down!” Pegg shouted again. “We will take the Mayor down!” The crowd chanted. At one point, Pegg tripped on a rock and fell. “Ouch! My knees!” He yelled in pain. “Ouch! My knees!” The crowd went along with him. “No, don’t repeat that!” Pegg asked. “No! Don’t repeat that!” The crowd blindly followed his voice. “What a bunch of stupid Piglins,” Pegg mumbled. “Wait a minute; we are heading to the wrong place. The City Hall is to the other side!” Pegg yelled. “The City Hall is to the other side!” The crowd chanted ignoring his orders and continuing in the wrong direction. “No, wait! Stop!” Pegg ordered. “No, wait! Stop!” The crowd simply repeated everything but didn’t actually pay attention to what Pegg was saying. “This is a mess!” Pegg cursed at the crowd. “This is a mess!” They shouted. Peter and I looked at each other. “I suppose leading a crowd that big isn’t as easy as he thought.” Peter mentioned.”
― Mark Mulle, Diary of a Piglin Book 11: An Unknown Enemy

“At one point, Pegg tripped on a rock and fell. “Ouch! My knees!” He yelled in pain. “Ouch! My knees!” The crowd went along with him. “No, don’t repeat that!” Pegg asked. “No! Don’t repeat that!” The crowd blindly followed his voice. “What a bunch of stupid Piglins,” Pegg mumbled. “Wait a minute; we are heading to the wrong place. The City Hall is to the other side!” Pegg yelled. “The City Hall is to the other side!” The crowd chanted ignoring his orders and continuing in the wrong direction. “No, wait! Stop!” Pegg ordered. “No, wait! Stop!” The crowd simply repeated everything but didn’t actually pay attention to what Pegg was saying. “This is a mess!” Pegg cursed at the crowd. “This is a mess!” They shouted.”
― Mark Mulle, Diary of a Piglin Book 11: An Unknown Enemy

“D’tort flew away from the crowd before they took him down for good. He wasn’t expecting the Piglins of Crimson City to fight off a Nether Dragon like that! “What a bunch of losers. Who do they think they are?” D’tort roared as he flew high in the air. We were tailing him with Krop. “These Piglins have had enough of your wrongdoings, D’tort and so have we. Now will you face me like a real Nether Dragon?” Krop asked. “That’s what you want, isn’t it just because you are the all-powerful and almighty Original Nether Dragon? Do you think I already lost this battle? Then think twice!” D’tort landed once more, but this time right next to the police station. “I will set fire to this whole town, and there is no one who can stop me!” In this moment, a single arrow crossed the sky and hit D’tort in the eye. “Ouch! What is wrong with you?” D’tort screamed. “You won’t get away with your plans, Dragon. Give up right now!” Peter shouted with the crossbow in hands. Krop landed 100 meters away from D’tort. “You all stay down here and stay safe. I’ll battle D’tort and end this once and for all!” Krop said. We hopped off his back.”
― Mark Mulle, Diary of a Piglin Book 11: An Unknown Enemy

“Let’s see how you handle this!” D’tort spit out one fireball after the other. “Protesters, defense form!” Hogg shouted. Immediately, the crowd equipped themselves with improvised shields made out of ordinary items like pots and pans and protected themselves. The Piglin shield kept everyone safe from the fireballs while completely nullifying the fiery effects of the Dragon’s attack. “What the… how did…” D’tort was running out of air thanks to his furious attack, and had to land again to recover his breath.” “Take the opportunity and attack him now!” Pegg Hogg ordered. “Attack him now!” The protesters repeated. As for our group, we could barely do anything to help. Intervening could potentially hurt the Piglins so all we could do was sit and watch. “This is marvelous! Crimson City is no longer a hostage to the Nether Dragon, D’tort. It’s the other way around!” Krop said. “I guess I underestimated Pegg Hogg. He truly is a fantastic leader, after all.” I said. Eventually, D’tort freed himself from the Piglin mob clinging to his tail and his paws and flew away in an effort to save his skin. We went after him. Now it was time for D’tort to face another Dragon in battle!”
― Mark Mulle, Diary of a Piglin Book 11: An Unknown Enemy

“The Nether Dragon D’tort is on the loose. He is the one whose been causing all the trouble and doing all kidnappings recently. We are trying to take him down, but he’s slick. Anyway, we need to hurry, Dad. No time to talk right now. See you soon. Take care.” “Good luck, boys and stay safe!” Dad replied. We hopped on Krop’s back but before he could go after D’tort, he tried to sense his energy again. “Let me try to detect D’tort. Found him. D’tort is to the south of Crimson City. I wonder what he is up to…” Krop flew after D’tort, and we did find him to the south. Apparently, D’tort had landed on one of the houses and started setting fire to the neighborhood in an attempt to create chaos and mayhem. However, he wasn’t expecting retaliation against him. As we approached the fiery scene, we saw hundreds of Piglins gathering around D’tort, throwing sticks and stones at him, as well as putting out all the fire he created. “What is the meaning of this? I thought you were all supposed to be afraid of Dragons!” D’tort complained, as he tried to swat away the Piglins that were climbing on his tail and hitting him with sword and knives. “Ouch! Get off me!” “We are done with this Dragon!” I heard Pegg Hogg’s voice amidst the crowd before I could even see his face. “We won’t put up with this anymore. We know what Dragons are capable of, but we also know that some Dragons are better than others. You are part of the bad ones, my friend! We won’t surrender, we won’t give up! Now my followers, take this Dragon down!” “Take this Dragon down!” Hundreds of Piglins chanted, as they marched and attacked D’zort. In a frantic attempt to get rid of his enemies, D’tort flew up and started shooting fireballs at the crowd.”
― Mark Mulle, Diary of a Piglin Book 11: An Unknown Enemy