On the side of the non-human faction, Vantheon's expression darkened abruptly.
Faustus!
Damn it—how did he get here?!
Wasn't he at Ironforge?
How could he arrive on the battlefield so quickly?!
Sylphira froze, a flicker of panic crossing her otherwise flawless face.
Barbarian's Hammer and Infinite Might exchanged glances, their eyes full of dread.
That was the infamous killer from the world announcements—the one who had leveled cities with a single arrow and oneshotted epic-grade NPCs.
For a moment, all 300,000 troops froze, unable to move.
Daniel slowly lifted his head, his gaze sweeping across the massive non-human army.
Cold as a blade, it forced everyone he looked upon to instinctively step back.
His eyes finally settled on Vantheon.
"Vantheon!"
His voice was calm, almost quiet, yet carried clearly to every ear.
"You've made the same choice in the end. A dog cannot change its nature."
Vantheon's face turned pale as iron. He gritted his teeth.
