The Orc warlocks were immediately overjoyed. They raised their heads to look at the lord in the sky, doing their best to put on respectful, ingratiating expressions.
"But first, you'll have to play a game to relieve my boredom," Hu Feng continued, a hint of ill intent in his voice.
Then he raised his staff, and a bolt of Fel Fire shot from its tip, encircling the Orc warlocks.
"This game is called a deathmatch. When I say start, you may attack anyone inside the circle. The game ends when only one person remains alive, and that survivor may leave. Heh. Hehehe~"
The warlocks immediately stirred. Some even wanted to make a desperate last stand, but those capable of becoming warlocks were all intelligent people. After considering it, they realized that compared to attacking the man in the sky with little hope of success, a deathmatch offered a better chance of survival... so...
At that moment, everyone inside and outside the circle had the same thought: This lord was ruthless... who was the real demon here...
The humans immediately burst into laughter and cheers. The cavalrymen shifted into more comfortable positions in their saddles, waiting for this deadly gladiatorial match to begin.
After a period of silence, the Frostwolf Orcs began speaking quietly among themselves. A deathmatch was the best ending for Gul'dan's lackeys who had wanted them dead. It would let these treacherous warlocks understand what an honorable battle was. They, too, settled in to enjoy the show, sitting in a circle some distance away and waiting for the divine incarnation in the sky to call the start.
Sylvanas was brimming with excitement. That's right, this was what a god should be! No one could defy divine majesty or go against a god's will! The feeling of controlling life