This world deserves to be annihilated

Blightmire tried spewing some other useless intel, but eventually ran out of things to say. He collapsed in front of Orion and Rumbold, weeping.

"So, you're telling me you're not one of Lord Murktooth's subordinates?"

"Respected Lord, Blightmire is not under Murktooth. Murktooth is a Goblin from the central region."

A Goblin from the central region would be a subordinate of one of the arch lords. Unfortunately for him, that arch lord is too busy with their own problems and definitely isn't going to bother Orion. 

So Orion waved at Thundar, signaling him to drag that Goblin away for bloodletting. 

"Black-blooded Goblin Blightmire, sorry, but I don't plan to spare your life."

As soon as Orion spoke those words, Blightmire's sobs came to an abrupt halt. Lifting his head with a look of utter disbelief, he stared at Orion. 

Orion shrugged, showing he had little choice. 

Moments later, Blightmire's shrieks echoed through Fallen City.