"Hey, you're the Sorcerer from the US? Do you even know whose turf this is?"
"I... I can't move! This is bad! I'm gonna burn to death!"
As the words were spoken, several players from the UJ region gritted their teeth, ready to put on a show. But in the next moment, they saw their health plummeting and, within two seconds, all of them peacefully dropped to the ground, dead. The sight was strangely serene.
"Huh? What's going on? Why did this young guy just fall asleep? Did I, Orgod, intimidate him with my grandeur?" SirLagsALot blinked in confusion. As the players who were approaching vanished, he was left utterly bewildered.
Seeing that Orson was still staring at the main city on his mini-map, SirLagsALot volunteered, "Should I go and give a pre-battle speech, or should I buy a horn and shout at them to come out and die?"
"No need. I want to rest here for a bit and handle a few things," Orson said calmly.