Kil'jaeden's words made Blackhand and the others, who had been on the brink of a fight, fall into thought.
Leiluo, who knew just how formidable Kil'jaeden was, didn't believe the great demon was being so kind. Besides, there was no guarantee that what he'd shown them was real.
"Kil'jaeden, people call you the Deceiver. How are we supposed to know whether what you've shown us is true?"
"Oh, little orc, you must understand. Though I lead the Burning Legion and am called the Deceiver, the orcs' valor during the War of the Ancients left a deep impression on me."
"And the orcs are the only race ever to dare enter the Twisting Nether and fight. Your bravery and fearlessness are renowned throughout the universe."
"Even I, your enemy, was captivated by your heroic bearing. I can't help but feel you were treated unjustly!"
"You performed great deeds during the War of the Ancients, yet they used despicable methods to exile you to a foreign land. Doesn't that make you furious? Doesn't it fill you with sorrow?"
"Enough, Kil'jaeden. You make it sound wonderful, but you haven't said a word about how savage the Burning Legion is, leaving nothing alive wherever it goes."
"Isn't the reason you want us to return to Azeroth that you want us to become your spear? We orcs will never be anyone's slaves."
"We fight for glory alone!"
Leiluo raised both hands. The Holy Light blazed in his palms, illuminating the entire cave.
Bathed in the Holy Light, Blackhand and the others finally came to their senses. They were no longer swept up in the impulse they'd felt while Kil'jaeden was speaking.
"Demon, how dare you bewitch me!"
As soon as Kargath regained his wits, he leaped up and tried to teach Kil'jaeden a lesson with