Seeing his god grow angry at Leiluo, Gul'dan hurried to fan the flames.
"My god, this man ruined every task you gave me."
"Oh? Is that so? You failed every task I gave you. What use are you to me now?"
"W-what?!"
Gul'dan's god grabbed him with one hand. Flames engulfed Gul'dan, and in an instant, he was reduced to ash in his god's grasp.
When Leiluo ran over and saw what had happened, he was stunned. Gul'dan had been Heroic Rank, yet this "god" had dealt with him just like that.
"Leiluo, I understand now. I've punished Gul'dan, and I need a mortal representative. Would you be willing?"
"Oh, esteemed 'god,' could you tell me your true name first?"
"You want to know my true name?"
The "god" slowly approached Leiluo. His overwhelming presence left Blackhand and the other three tense from head to toe, but none of them lowered their weapons. That was what Orcs were like: even when they knew they were outmatched, they wouldn't back down.
"You want to serve me?"
The "god" lowered his head and looked at Leiluo mockingly. At last, his appearance emerged from the light.
His face bore unmistakable Draenei features, but his skin wasn't blue like a Draenei's. It was a vivid crimson, and a pair of curved horns sprouted from his head.
Those distinctive features made Leiluo realize that the "god" standing before him truly was little different from a god. He knew his name: Kil'jaeden, one of the leaders of the Burning Legion, known as the Deceiver.
"Of course. It would be my honor to serve you!"
"Brother! You—"
Hearing Leiluo's words, Leolox couldn't help shouting out.
"Silence, Leolox! I can put up with you under normal circumstances, but right now, you should call me Chieftain!"
Leiluo turned his