The orc's pupils dilated the moment Leonhardt's flames bit at his flesh, searing heat melting him in seconds. He thrust his hands back at the growling warriors, upset at the sudden treatment. Unlike humans, this monster spoke in their language. He instinctively understood that something was different.
"Who?" The orc's low grunt in orcish echoed. "Who are you?"
"I am your future master," Leonhardt said calmly, not caring if they understood or not, but the orc seemed to understand his words, "and I'm the king of goblins." The sentence caused fear and uncertainty to spread across the Orcs like wildfire.
Although the Orcs and Goblins fought and showed hatred like no other, their races could evolve into similar monsters if given time; thus, their races treated each other like cousins.
Typically, the goblins ended up the weaker of the two, though, and got pushed around.
