The One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken

Chapter 500: The One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken.

"Brother, all I see is darkness!"

"No, you're not Arthas. Don't go stealing my lines."

Seeing Dorn blurt out that famous line in a moment of stupidity, as if he were about to become 25 worthless points of soul energy, Hogg hurriedly smacked him across the face to bring him to his senses.

In Hogg's eyes, the Primarchs were just a bunch of unlucky kids. Putting aside the few who had been born with problems, they'd all been led astray by that bastard, Old Man Yellow.

Oh, right. There was also that old wall lamp, Malcador. Neither of those bastards was any good, and their parenting skills were equally awful.

Spare the rod and spoil the child. While that saying was just an excuse for irresponsible parents when it came to ordinary people, it worked wonders on the Primarchs.

After two slaps, Dorn came to his senses at once. His eyes were as clear as a child's, and he stopped talking about darkness. The lemon-haired fellow snapped to attention on the spot, covering his swollen face as he begged for mercy:

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! I was just making a little remark. I didn't even insult you. What gives you the right to hit me?"

"A little remark?" Looking at Dorn's sorry state, Hogg rubbed his little white hair and said viciously:

"Pah! I'll do whatever I want. If you pull that face again, I'll strip you naked, hang you up, and beat you so the entire Galaxy can see what a sorry sight you are."

Dorn didn't dare answer back. For some reason, he felt that the little dwarf in front of him was no good. Whenever Hogg raised a hand, Dorn feared he was about to