Arcane Journey

As the legendary warriors from both sides left one after another, another legendary ranger on the Tauren side suddenly became like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, displaying even more amazing combat power.

The two curved swords tightly held in his hands flashed coldly in the sunlight, like two scythes of the god of death, waving them wantonly among the crowd of jackals, causing wailing everywhere wherever they passed.

This legendary ranger was nimble and agile, and each of his attacks was precise and deadly, as if he had unlocked his unparalleled power, killing his way through the crowd of jackals.

The Tauren Ranger is responsible for the killing, and the Jackal is responsible for the chattering.

Wherever he went, he left behind only devastation and fear.

Brian hid in the dark, watching the battle closely with his sharp eyes.

As the minotaurs gradually gained the upper hand and were about to wipe out this group of abyss gnolls, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and an indescribable doubt surged in his heart.

This was clearly a long-planned attack by the Gnolls, but Brian discovered that the appearance of the Gnoll Voters did not bring much substantial help to their companions.

On the contrary, due to the distance from the Tauren Druid, the situation on the battlefield suddenly became precarious and almost on the verge of defeat.

This is so unusual!

No matter how stupid the Jackals are, they would not be so ignorant as to ambush at the exit of the spiral tower and give themselves to the Minotaur.

Brian wondered in his heart, is there some unknown secret in this?

He stared at the battlefield, his eyes sharp as an eagle, trying to find the answer from every subtle movement and every dull sound of landing.

On the mottled battlefield, an increasingly eerie atmosphere began to spread.

Soon, as the Abyss Gnolls fell one after another under the Minotaur's heavy battle axe, Brian felt a sudden surge of uneasiness in his heart.

He suddenly recalled that the one-eyed werewolf who escaped from the spiral tower disappeared without a trace like a ghost at some point.

Then, Brian's gaze fell on the ground, where the corpses of the Abyss Jackals were lying in a mess. Unlike previous battlefields, these corpses did not turn into filth and disappear immediately.

Instead, they lay straight on the ground, as if frozen in time.

Blood, thick enough to be almost black, gushed out of the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye, gathering on the ground to form pools of water gleaming with a faint luster.

These pools of water seemed to contain some mysterious power, which made Brian feel an inexplicable chill.

Brian moved his mind slightly, and a drop of blood on the ground, under the influence of magic power, flew into the air and fell into his palm.

He carefully touched the drop of blood with his fingertips. In an instant, a cold feeling spread along his fingertips, as if penetrating his skin and reaching deep into his bones.

This chill was not just physical coldness, but also brought with it an indescribable gloom and heaviness, like a cold wind in the abyss, making people shiver involuntarily.

Brian's expression darkened, and he immediately looked carefully at the pool of blood on the ground.

Soon, he discovered that the surface of the blood pools was quietly emitting a faint strange red light, and it was gently fluctuating as if it had life.

Seeing this situation, Brian was secretly horrified. What kind of power could allow the blood of the Abyss Jackal to retain such a strange form after death?
At the same time, an uncertain guess in his heart was about to be confirmed.

So Brian looked up into the distance, trying to find the one-eyed jackal's trace, but the battlefield was crowded with people, and he couldn't determine the exact location of the other party.

Brian took a deep breath and decided to continue observing the changes on the battlefield, hoping to find more clues from it.

As time went on, more and more Abyss Jackals fell under the Minotaur's battle axes, and their corpses and blood formed strange patterns on the ground.

These patterns seem to follow some kind of pattern, yet they are full of unknowns and mysteries.

Brian's heart was filled with doubts and curiosity. He realized that behind this battle there might be a more terrifying conspiracy of the Abyss Jackals.

You know, even though the appearance of the Abyss Jackal looks no different from that of a Jackal at first glance, it would be a huge misunderstanding to regard it as a Jackal from the material world.

In fact, these Abyss Gnolls are not ordinary creatures, but pure-blooded Abyss Demons. They are merely demons carefully created by the Gnoll King in the image of Gnolls from the material world.

What flows in them is the darkness and evil of the abyss, not the wildness and power of nature.

Therefore, once the Abyss Jackals fall in the material world, their flesh and blood will turn into filthy things and dissipate into nothingness, just like ordinary demons.

However, the group of Abyss Jackals in front of them were quite different, and they displayed a creepy and weird situation.

Brian stared at this group of strange demons, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

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He speculated that this group of gnolls was summoning even more terrifying beings in this way.

Otherwise, why would they sacrifice so many lives at such a high cost?

There must be some unfathomable conspiracy and purpose behind this. Brian was on high alert, ready to face the coming storm.

as predicted.

Everything went just as Brian expected.

As the last Abyss Jackal was decapitated by a Minotaur warrior with an axe, the wailing stopped abruptly and it fell in a pool of blood. The air around it seemed to freeze.

However, just when everyone thought the battle was over and were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the blind werewolf that had disappeared long ago suddenly emerged from the darkness like a ghost and appeared silently in front of the minotaurs.

This werewolf limped along, its body covered with signs of age and battle scars, as if every inch of its skin told of the suffering and struggle it had gone through.

It just stopped and glanced coldly at the group of Tauren warriors standing in front of it. There was an indescribable depth and indifference in its eyes.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed in the werewolf's eyes, like a meteor across the night sky, brilliant and short-lived.

This light seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power, which made everyone present feel an inexplicable chill, as if they were being stared at by some unknown existence, making people hold their breath involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, dazzling golden light burst out around the werewolf.

Then, Brian, who was hiding in the dark, saw that the small body of the jackal wrapped in golden light was growing taller and taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming more and more ferocious.

The incarnation of Yeenoghu, the King of the Gnolls, has appeared! (End of this chapter)