"Yes, but they cannot become core members. There is also a group of Tuskarr at Mo'aki Harbor to the south. Perhaps you could try winning them over as well. My people will help you bring them into the fold," Patrick said. "But there is one thing I must make clear beforehand: the rules of the Arcane Pact are ironclad. Anyone who violates them will be punished. I will make no exceptions for any individual or race."
He had given them fair warning. Once the Wolvar joined, they could also serve as a counterbalance to the Tuskarr, while bringing more subordinate races into the Arcane Pact.
"How do you intend to have them subdue the Wolvar?" Alleria suddenly asked.
"There are only three choices: submit, be beaten into submission, or face extermination." Patrick spread out the Arcane Map. "There is too much to do in the future. We cannot waste too much time on something like this."
"We need worship. You cannot slaughter those Wolvar," the Great Mammoth God said, shaking his head. "If you wipe them all out, what would be the point of our efforts to win them over?"
"No, we would only slaughter them because they violated our rules," Patrick flatly denied it. "As you can see, this Floating City houses Fel Orcs, Demons, Naga, and Black Dragons. Which of those races is not rejected by the entire continent? Yet I have not slaughtered them, because they obey the law."
"And as I have already said, the Arcane Pact is not a political organization governed primarily by religious authority. We are made up of Naga, Demons, Elves, Orcs, and the Dragonflight. Leaving everything else aside, the highest authorities within Quel'Thalas consist of top Spellcasters, military leaders, and civil administrators. It is actually much like the tribes you know,