"Cooking?" Hull was somewhat clear: "Relying on death? ”

Ainpour nodded.

"These dead gnolls, their souls are trapped in their bodies by potions, and when tomorrow's Dark Moon (Underworld) manifests itself, the Nether Light will bring a large amount of death energy, transforming them into soul-bound corpses."

"Souls trapped in soulbound corpses will be tormented, with food but no food, no air to breathe...... Any enjoyment is lost, so to speak. Therefore, under the lure of the elixir, jealousy...... Jealousy of the living will drown them out. ”

"And for demons, isn't the processing of souls cooking!" Ainpur said with a smile.

Millions of hearts are filled with jealous souls.

Nothing is more beloved by the Maharaja of Jealousy.

Hel already knew what to do now, forcing the Abyss Sacrifice to order all gnolls to take the potion, not voluntarily.

However, Hull was clearly overthinking.

Faced with a hopeless battle, the Abyss Sacrifice 'Redmane' immediately ordered all the gnolls to take the potion.

Redmane is not stupid.

Being able to become a spellcaster, even if it's not a mage who feeds on intelligence, is enough to prove its intelligence.

In fact, Redmane was well aware of the two mysterious people's uneasiness and kindness, and after seeing the Gnoll's performance after taking the potion, he became more and more sure of this.

He didn't care, though.

In order to give Redmane enough authority to command tens of thousands of gnolls in order to cooperate with Einpour and Hull, Yeguno promoted him to a super-level abyss sacrifice.

Moreover, Redmane could feel that when those gnolls took the potion, they had received the gift of Yegono again, and their strength increased a little.

In that case, what does he care about the life and death of these gnolls!

Anyway, after going south this time, most of them will definitely die, and very few will make it back to the Wolftooth Hills alive.

Sacrifice them and strengthen yourself, why not?

…………

"It's a berserker!"

The dwarven sentry in the sky balloon held a magic megaphone and shouted a warning.

"The Gnolls have sent out all the berserkers, there are thousands!!"

Hearing this, Mulibachi, who was in charge of the command, immediately shouted: "Clansmen, the real test has arrived!" All the elders (super rank) are ready to take on the enemy, the Great Shaman, Kyle, this time it's time for you to strike. ”

Due to a lack of knowledge of supernatural strength, the Gnoll has few class systems.

Needless to say, there are only three types of spellcasters: Abyss Sacrifice, Demon Warlock, and Storm Shaman.

Warriors, on the other hand, are more monotonous and can only practice anger to become berserkers, because this supernatural strength only requires enough innate courage (greater than 50) to be able to anger.

Just now, the gnolls sent to attack the city were all 'mortals', and there were no official warriors, but even so, after drinking the black-green potion, they still caused a lot of trouble for the dwarves.

Faced with a gnoll berserker twice as many as a dwarven warrior, it's time for Kyle to strike.

Otherwise, even if the dwarves have a crushing advantage in super-level combat power, victory is undoubted, but the loss will definitely not be small.

"The old man understands!"

The Great Shaman replied immediately.

As an Earth Shaman, although he is proficient in all types of sculpting and life magic, Star Soul-Gaia forbids him to use offensive and negative magic on 'native creatures'.

Although the gnolls are from the demon world, they are all born in Tygulas and can be regarded as native creatures.

"No problem, Fenrir and I have been waiting for a long time."

Kyle carefully touched Fenrir's head, he was now nearly twice as strong as Fenrir, and the slightest exertion would have caused serious injuries.

Soon, when the Gnoll Berserker rushed halfway there.

Fenrir was the first to strike.

"Woooooooo

After the long roar, the qi elemental energy within a radius of ten miles moved in response to the sound, obeying Fenrir's will, forming a huge rotating wind pillar.

'Tornado Summoning! ’

This is Fenrir's new talent magic after being promoted to Warcraft.

It's not powerful enough, but it's a large-scale field control magic.

Under Fenrir's manipulation, the tornado began to move towards the gnolls berserker, but all the gnolls who came into contact with the pillar of wind were drawn into the tornado by the huge force.

"Well done!"

Kyle was full of praise for Fenrir's performance.

The Great Shaman of the Greystone Clan is casting a spell with a large area that requires a certain amount of energy gathering time.

Although the tornado was not lethal, it managed to suck all the berserkers into the air, buying the Great Shaman precious time.

Kyle, meanwhile, wasn't idle.

A transparent force field ball was unleashed by him.

'Smash Ball'.

It is a Level 3 magic, and inside the sphere is a high-frequency, violently oscillating chaotic force field capable of shattering low-strength solids.

As a siege tool for the Gnolls, the 'Tree Bridge' is Kyle's target.

Where the ball of smash passed, the huge trunk of the tree immediately turned to powder, and it could no longer be used, and the transparent force field was dyed a woody brown.

At this time, the spell of the great shaman was also healed.

"May Mother Earth be attached to your footsteps, Mishema!!"

In an instant, the entire ground outside the Greystone Village turned into a brown muddy swamp, forming a 'mire' moat nearly 100 meters wide.

"Awesome!"

It's nothing about mig.

The difficulty was to create such a large area of mud without damaging the foundations of the city walls.

"Put them down, Fenrir."

The berserkers had to go berserk before they charged, and their self-control was greatly reduced, and now that the quagmire was formed, these gnolls would inevitably rush directly into the mire.

Sure enough.

When they break away from the tornado, they immediately rush towards the mire moat.

Although these gnolls berserkers have taken the black-green potion, their souls are bound, and they have lost the ability to use their rage.

But Hel was meant to die to control them.

It doesn't matter how you die.

In fact, if it weren't for the Empire's suspicions, the mages of the House of Eternity would have wanted to directly control the suicide of the drugged gnolls.

The gnoll berserkers sank into the mire one after the other, never to be heard again.

Seeing this, the Abyss Sacrifice Redmane immediately reached the final order to let the remaining old and weak women and children also take medicine and charge.

This provoked opposition from the Tier Storm Shaman.

"Why, do you also want to accept the 'gift' of my Lord?" Redmane said with a smile, and didn't even hide that there was a problem with the black and green potion.

Two crimson gnolls stood at his side.

Filled with the breath of the abyss.

"No, I'm fine." The super-rank storm shaman chose to protect himself, and these two gnolls were the remaining two super-rank.

Moreover, they are also demonic servants of the Redmane Sacrifice.

Due to the high cost of interstellar portals, the Abyss Rite chooses to instill the power of the Abyss into native creatures, so that they can transform into demons and then control them.

Three against one, the Storm Shaman has no chance of winning.

Under his gaze, more than 5,000 old and weak women and children of the jackals began to launch a death charge.

Of course, Hel didn't make it too explicit, and let the gnolls carry some branches and blocks to pave the way in the mire.

It's deliberately spread very slowly, so that the dwarves can shoot and kill.

…………

"We ...... Is this a win? ”

Looking at the corpses all over the ground under the city walls, the graystone dwarves looked at each other, and they always felt a little anticlimactic.