The soldier mosquitoes were thrashed with fear. They felt their bodies nearly succumb under Midas's threat.
Even the king gasped, temporarily unable to speak.
Midas's words didn't feel like a bluff. How could they? He had already demonstrated the advanced technology he possessed and the chaos it could cause.
'This...' Bzzrt thought to himself, 'This feels like a checkmate. We are cornered...' He turned, noticing bombs of bog being thrown into the divot from all directions. 'He's got us completely surrounded. Who knows how many men he has behind him... I heard that he messed with the orcs and was targeted to be wiped out by Dorhal himself. Over two hundred and fifty orcs marched to end him, yet he remains alive to this day. Clearly, he is a force to be reckoned with. Not just because he survived Dorhal's attack, but also because of the fact that Dorhal perceived him as such a large threat to begin with in the first place.'
