Wars are bloody at all times and in all places.

Silent Basin Rim.

Norman watched as the children of the Fanged Tribe fought and the anger in his chest built up every time a gnoll fell.

Anger and reluctance turned into raging flames.

He's Norman.

Roaring Fury - Norman!

The most powerful battle priest the Fangs have ever seen!

A battle priest who once touched the realm of legends! A terrible priest with a career level of 49 at its peak!

Had it not been for the most difficult path of legend, perhaps he would have become the greatest gnoll leader in the Shadowlands.

Chosen by the Ancestral Spirits since childhood, Norman has had an intelligence unlike any other since he was born.

In the Shadowlands.

A chaotic race like the Gnolls is sad, and while they possess great strength, the Gnolls with low intelligence have never been able to become a powerful race.

Norman's childhood was always accompanied by cold and hunger.

Even a medium-sized tribe like the Fangs Tribe, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, can't feed every little gnoll in the Shadow Realm.

The chaotic nature limits the development of the population.

As Norman grew, he became the wisest priest of the Fanged tribe.

He even felt the whisper of "Jenogu, the King of the Gnolls", and from the words of the mighty Abyss Lord, Norman received inspiration from his ancestors.

He's going to take a piece of their territory for the gnoll population!

To this end, he took the Fanged Tribe on a tour of the Drow Elves, where he freed countless gnolls and earned the advanced profession of Priest of Destiny.

Later, in order to obtain enough weapons to arm his kind, he traveled to the Heart of the Forge to trade with the Grey Dwarves.

Drow, Grey Dwarf, Troll......

Normans have visited the dungeons of the most powerful races in the Shadow Realm, and many of the powerhouses of the chaotic camp have heard of the names of [Roaring Fury], [Priest of Fate], and [Seekers].

Until a few years ago.

Norman used [Priest of Destiny] as an advanced class to attack the legendary realm.

He failed to advance!

But he succeeded again!

For the aborigines, the legendary realm is the most primitive law realm involving the multiverse, and every legend has gone beyond the category of ordinary creatures in terms of the essence of life, and they belong to [transcendent creatures].

The Norman Impact saga failed.

I have to say that he is a terrible jackal, and the legend is a kind of realm, and it is natural to be transcendent and holy, but if you can't get through, you can only return to the endless river Styx.

But Norman survived.

Although the [Priest of Destiny]'s advanced profession was simply abolished, he still survived, and even retained the strength of the third-order peak.

In that brief but mysterious moment, Norman spied a glimpse of the multiverse.

He thinks he's found hope for the Gnolls - Stormwind!

For the sake of the population.

The half-ruined Norman rejected the gnoll king's offer and chose to lead the Fanged tribe alone to become the vanguard of the conquest of Stormwind!

"For the Horde! I'm willing to burn out the last shred of strength! ”

Norman held the skeletal staff alof, the anger in his eyes at its peak, and he whispered, "It's time for the gnolls, it's time to have a dungeon of your own!" ”

"Kill!"

A roar came from his mouth, a roar like a dragon's roar that made everyone look sideways, and it seemed as if the battle priest was not as simple as he appeared.

"Kill!"

The wolf knights raised their heads to the sky and roared, stepped on the giant wolf, and turned into black shadows and pounced on the battlefield, these terrible guys all had half-body armor on their bodies, and some strong wolf knights with the blessing of [Orc Blood], [Beast Companion] and other specialties were enough to overturn a human team with just one blow of the flail.

The red-eyed Norman entered a "furious state", which was different from the fury of ordinary battle priests, and he still retained a certain amount of sanity in this state.

With a low roar, Norman blessed himself with a few spells, a bloodthirsty light appeared in his eyes, and the muscles on the old man's body burst out, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, he glared at the blue and roared: "For the tribe!" ”

"The Gnolls will eventually rise! On the bones of the losers, the dream of our lord, the king of the gnolls, will finally come true! ”

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the old gnoll priest actually blasted into the blue like a warrior!

…………

On the other side, Azure also clenched the mage's staff in his hand.

"The Shadow Realm has always been the law of the jungle, so let the battle decide everything!" Pale Blue responded to Norman's roar in a low voice.

- Flying!

- Elemental Shield!

- Mage Armor!

…………

The blue rose into the air, one spell after another shone brightly, and in an instant, there were countless high-level mage shields on his body, and at the same time, his figure quickly retreated, facing the menacing battle priest, the mage would not be stupid enough to melee with the enemy.

Battle Priesthood is not a purely legal profession.

A battle priest of the orc clan, he at least has [proficient in war hammer], [strong body] and other specialties, take Norman's skeleton staff as an example, the staff made of unknown animal bones, the upper part of the shape is like a battle axe, it is not good-looking, but the battle priest is not inferior to the warrior when he wields the staff in battle.

When Blue and Norman were caught in the fray, Rhodes and the others drew their weapons as well.

Their target is the wolf riders who are raging.

Rhodes didn't pay too much attention to the battle between mages, no matter how glorious that Norman had, no matter how much he had a rebellious experience, strength is strength, he was old.

Don't let the world see white heads!

This sentence is not just talking, the battle in the Shadow Domain is so cruel, especially this kind of battle between two populations, either you die or I live.

This battle has nothing to do with right or wrong.

Norman is the hero of the Gnolls, standing in his position, his choice is correct, he fights for the herd, he has a clear conscience, as for how many humans will die in Stormwind in this battle, he doesn't care.

In Rhodes' view, Norman was a pioneer who awakened racial consciousness.

No matter what race, there will always be such pioneers in their population, and they have opened up a world for future generations, and in the eyes of future generations, they are great pioneers and legends worth looking forward to.

Norman is now out of such a period.

And from the standpoint of Rhodes and humans, they are just a group of invaders, a group of beasts attacking their territory.

Laugh at!

Rhodes's figure appeared on the battlefield, the sword in his hand slashed through a cold light, and the stunned head of a wolf knight who was raging incomparably flew up, blood gushed out, and the scene was very bloody.

Immediately after, Rod did not pause, the iron sword turned an arc, and a lifting knocked the giant wolf under the crotch of the wolf knight away, his pace was hurried, the iron sword was like the wind, and he quickly eliminated the mount.

- Serial Slash!

- Three slashes!

"Successfully slain Wolf Rider!"

"Earn 299 XP!"

"Successfully slay the wolf!"

"Earn 78 XP!"

After Rod killed a wolf knight, his body did not stop, and with the help of the sliding of the three-stage slash, he disappeared into the chaotic battlefield again. Just after he left, two wolf riders rushed out on the left and right sides of the place where he was originally located.

A heavy mace sliced through a semicircle with a whistling sound of breaking through the air.

Directly knock out the surrounding gathering place warriors, and instantly clear a clearing, even if those soldiers who were knocked away were wearing strong defensive armor, their chests were smashed and dented by the huge force, and they couldn't survive.

This is the battlefield.

Rhodes has participated in many battles, and he knows that the battlefield is full of changes and killing opportunities, and this kind of place is a huge limitation for fluctuating perception, because all around is killing intent, for swordsmen who seek swordsmanship, the battlefield does not pay attention to any swordsmanship changes, only killing is the best swordsmanship.

In general, it is rare for a swordsman to choose to join the army.

The swordsman's sword is often sharp, and for those warriors wearing armor, the swordsman's ability to break through the defense is absolutely sharp, so many times, the swordsman is also the easiest target on the battlefield.

The phenomenon of beating the master to death with indiscriminate punches is very easy to appear on the battlefield.

Therefore, swordsmen generally rarely appear on the battlefield, but there are exceptions to everything, such as the "Heart Eye Swordsmanship" that Rhodes once learned, which requires him to experience on a battlefield of 10,000 people.

Even Rhodes was almost killed a few times back then, and almost every time he participated in that kind of big battle, Rod's wallet would not only not bulge, but would be destitute.

Rod recalled it with tears in his eyes.

Because swordsmen rarely appear on frontal battlefields, and swordsmen's high explosiveness and efficient killing methods are lacking in the army, swordsmen often receive a lot of money when they join the army.

And a high-level swordsman like Rhodes is not to mention, but the sad thing is, don't think that this can make a lot of money, every time Rhodes comes back from the battlefield, the armor, shoulder pads, leg armor or something on his body, the wear and tear is at least 60% or more, and the money for repairing equipment is forgotten, if one is not careful, he is slashed a few times, and it costs money to find a priest for treatment or something!

However, burning money is burning money, and after Rhodes has experienced several wars, his understanding of swordsmanship has really improved by several levels.

Bang! Bang!

Just as Rhodes was wandering around to harvest the experience, Norman's hind hand appeared, and with a few screams, several members of the Storm Hunting Regiment were thrown into the crowd like garbage, dripping blood spilled everywhere, various organs and tissues scattered in the crowd, and the death was very miserable.

- Fanged Warriors!

In the battlefield, there were more than a dozen gnolls wearing heavy armor, they were two heads taller than the average gnolls, they were almost three meters tall, and they were wearing sonorous heavy armor, these terrible monsters appeared on the battlefield as if no one was in a no-man's land.

Rod saw that these big guys were running at a speed that was no weaker than that of their fellow clansmen, and the big guys moving at high speed were like roaring trains, directly grinding out a path of flesh and blood on the battlefield, and several unlucky hunters were killed too conspicuously, and they were directly torn apart by the sudden appearance of fanged warriors.

"Hey, hey, the experience of moving!"

Rhodes whispered, and after killing the gnolls who pounced on him with a single sword, he looked at several unusually conspicuous fanged warriors, his eyes were full of excitement, these monsters that were close to the third order seemed to him to be a bunch of moving experience points.

If it was a frontal fight, it would take some effort for Rhodes to kill them, but on the battlefield, even the swordsmanship master did not dare to ensure his safety, and Rhodes had a way to kill them.