Ten kilometers outside the Dark Elf city-state, O'dor floated in the air with his eyes closed, resting.
After a long while, an army arrived after hurrying as fast as they could, panting heavily and drenched in sweat.
In two hours, they had marched eighty kilometers and had only barely managed to catch up with this lord.
"My lord, the Third Brigade of Star Prayer Camp reports for duty."
O'dor did not open his eyes and directly ordered the five hundred soldiers, "Rest for half an hour."
The commander of the Third Brigade of Star Prayer Camp bowed. "Thank you, my lord."
In just seven days, they had witnessed how ruthless this lord was, forcing them to deal with him with the utmost care.
O'dor was not overly harsh toward these soldiers. Being able to achieve this much was already quite impressive.
Half an hour later, O'dor opened his eyes and flew toward the Dark Elf city-state.
"All troops, rise and follow my lord's pace."
All five hundred soldiers stood up, their breathing much steadier now, and followed O'dor toward the Dark Elf city-state.
Before the more than one hundred Dark Elf soldiers atop the city walls could make a sound, they had already turned into clumps of black ash and vanished from the material plane.
Watching O'dor, who seemed like a god, most of the city-state's slaves knelt on the ground and yielded to their hearts' choice. At worst, they would simply have a new master; they had nothing to lose.
A small number of female Dark Elf officers commanded their troops to resist, but before they could utter even half a word, blue flames burned them from the inside out into heaps of slag.
"B-Brother, what do we do?" Watching their master die before their eyes, the Dark Elf