"Too slow, you useless piece of trash! Xavius, every one of your men is worthless trash!" Canine God Hakkar roared, spittle flying as he vented his fury at Xavius before him. Hakkar had been especially irritable lately. His superior, Archimonde, had reprimanded him repeatedly over his work, so he could only take out his anger on his own servants. Xavius humbly lay prone on the ground, allowing his new master to curse him. His master's saliva was practically about to drown him, yet he did not dare move a muscle.
"Yelling won't help. You should bring the Mo'arg over first. At a critical time like this, your own people are still the most reliable." The speaker was a woman, and it was Xavius's first time seeing her as well. She had a pair of curved horns like a ram's on her head, while the rest of her appearance resembled that of a Kaldorei. Her figure was voluptuous, and she wore very little—just enough to cover the important parts of her body. Her eyes brimmed with seductive charm, as though they could steal away your soul with a glance.
"When did Eredar mages start liking to meddle in other people's business?" Hakkar said irritably.
"I don't want to meddle in your affairs either, but you've done such a terrible job that I have no choice but to teach you a lesson!" The woman did not get angry; her tone remained coquettish.
"I don't need it! Don't think that just because you crawled into Archimonde's bed, you can come here and order me around!"
"I did crawl into his bed! So what?! You want to as well, don't you? Do you have what it takes? I do! Let me tell you—if you can't complete the mission, then go face Archimonde's wrath yourself!"