Midas's words were not light.
All orcs within the vicinity felt their hearts grow heavier. They felt a strain in their head, as though tension was pulling their brain apart.
'What will happen now?' They thought, scared.
The mighty orc race was... terrified.
'Flames and ashes?'
'Hellfire... he will bring hellfire.'
'I don't want to die.'
'Midas The Player... he is strong... he is a monster.'
Thoughts raced through everyone's heads.
Those on the side of the player also had their unique thoughts.
Yemo smiled widely.
'Perfect. They have no choice but to surrender now. If Dormon still disagrees, he will get what's coming to him.' He thought to himself.
'Dorhal is looking at the ground... I can't tell what he's thinking since his face is covered.' Gool thought, his eyes glued onto Dorhal for some reason.
Bzzrt's eyes were also latched onto the commander.
'His fists are clenched...' The mosquito king thought, 'This might not be good for us.'
