That was one thing, but even the demon goblins began clamoring to join the Shadowmoon Dire Wolves, each of them shouting to be accepted. The trend even spread to the other legions.
As for the traitor Gab Newell, he had it much worse. First, Horus's ferocity scared him half to death; then he spent his days trembling in fear, terrified that Horus would cut him down. Of course, he feared even more that Horus would tell Solam about his little schemes.
In the end, he was still more afraid of Solam.
But Horus did not do that. He sought out Gab Newell, and the two spoke privately for an entire afternoon. No one knew what they discussed, but afterward, Gab Newell completely cast himself as Horus's lackey, seeming even more loyal than the Shadowmoon Dire Wolves themselves.
Horus and Gab Newell's private meeting might have fooled anyone else, but there was no way it could fool Solam. Did they think the Alpha Legion was just for show?
Yet Solam said nothing. Given his personality, a traitor like that should have been made to wish for death while being unable to die. After all, Gab Newell's value had become dispensable. It was only slave trading, something Solam had no interest in to begin with, and Gab Newell had plenty of subordinates under him. Handing the work over to them would make little difference.
But ultimately, Solam had already told Horus to let loose, so naturally, he left Horus to handle it himself. It was only Fat G, after all—not a big deal.
This battle might not have made Horus famous throughout the Abyss, but it told everyone one thing: Horus was absolutely not someone to be trifled with.
Still, no matter how formidable he was, Horus was not Solam. The people