Hatred. He remembered that his judgement servants called him by that name.
The reason was that he fed on this human emotion, but whether it was human anger, sadness, or despair... all of them could be used as nourishment for him, making him stronger.
So hatred had always been focused on provoking hatred between humans and humans, which was a very simple thing in his eyes.
In the past, he had been behind many human wars.
Until today, he had personally participated in the war.
A group of unknown armies surrounded several of its clones. It had underestimated the strength of this allied army... the parts that were separated from its body were gradually eliminated.
On the tower in the center of the seventh floor, the Dark Elf elders who chose to follow the things outside the world watched the army of the alliance and the Horde players gathered below.
Just by standing beside them, the messengers could smell the scent of... panic emanating from the Dark Elves.
