Graz'zt's response was simple. He himself could not possibly go after Solam, and there was no need to explain why. But others could! Ordinary demon lords entering the Blood War would not provoke any extreme reaction from the devils.
No sooner said than done! Weren't those bastards who had lost their fortresses making a fuss? Fine, he would give them troops and resources, and they could take them back themselves! If they did not dare, then they should shut the hell up!
Graz'zt might have been the boss, but he was not those people's nanny. If they did not have the guts to face Solam head-on, then they should not blame their boss for lacking loyalty. The Abyss was like that—relying on anyone else was worse than relying on yourself! A boss could screw you over at any time. You were better off relying on yourself.
There really were people who answered the call. The first to respond were that group of the Forgotten, who obeyed orders but ignored commands.
Speaking of the Forgotten gave Graz'zt a headache. It was one thing for this bunch to be arrogant and unruly—no demon was a good little boy—but the key was that these sons of bitches were all utterly shameless. You could neither beat nor scold them, and they took all the benefits without obeying orders.
When this group was the first to step forward, Graz'zt's first reaction was delight. He would have loved nothing more than for every last one of those bastards to die in the Blood War. But Graz'zt quickly realized that they had other intentions.
Not one of these old fossils who had escaped from the Well of Darkness was simple. Every one of them was a seasoned veteran. How could they not know all the mess in