Killing Evolution From a Sword

After the battle, the walls of the camp, as well as inside and outside, were filled with pools of blood and corpses.

Norman looked at Mond with some emotion.

This man led them to resist an attack that was almost impossible to defeat.

The leaders of the two attacks were beheaded by Mond.

This kind of combat power is simply eye-catching.

Moreover, every time it is a leapfrog kill.

Immediately afterwards, Norman thought of something, and looked at the long sword in Mond's hand.

During the battle, the blood was shining brightly, but now it is extremely safe, like a magic sword of the most ordinary long sword.

It is a frightening existence.

All those killed by it will become a shriveled corpse.

Moreover, Norman also discovered that with the improvement of Mond's strength, or more and more killings with the magic sword, now it has evolved into only second-rank and above jackal warriors. After being killed by him, they will become shriveled. corpse.

And those fighters of the first rank, after the magic sword was killed, they were still intact corpses.

Norman secretly smiled bitterly in his heart.

This magic sword is getting more and more picky!

Mond naturally didn't know what Norman was thinking.

Of course, even if he knew, he would just laugh.

He walked up to Norman and asked, Old man, what is our loss this time?

Hearing Mond's question, Norman immediately gathered his thoughts and reported: My lord, the statistics have been calculated!

The barren warriors suffered the most casualties, nearly 300 dead!

Wolf cavalry, fifty dead!

The barbarian warriors also died about 30!

Mond nodded.

Norman said: My lord, after two such fierce battles, being able to have such a low battle loss is already a big victory!

Mond said, I know!

But now we are just starting out, if one of these fighters is missing, the strength will be weakened by one point!

Norman sighed.

Mond thought for a while and said, Take a good rest in the camp at night and treat the wounded. We will leave the raw water oasis tomorrow!

Norman looked surprised: My lord, this...why do you want to leave suddenly?

There was a solemn look in Mond's eyes, and he flashed past: This wave of wolves proves that the blood knife business group is definitely not small!

We're just starting out. We can't fight recklessly. Going to the wilderness to fight guerrilla warfare is the best way!

Hey, now that we have these land lizards, all of us are cavalry, and the speed of turning in is extremely fast!

I want to have fun with them!

Norman followed Mond's line of sight. Inside and outside the camp walls, khaki-colored land lizards were standing next to the body of the wolf man's master, whining and roaring constantly.

Some deserter warriors wanted to go up to pull the reins and try to subdue them, but the land lizard turned its head and roared angrily, grinning its teeth, and almost killed several deserter warriors.

There was a wavering look in Norman's eyes.

He turned his head and asked, My lord, these land lizards are notoriously difficult to tame!

These jackals definitely have their own stocking and taming bases to get such excellent mounts!

How do we tame so many land lizards in a short period of time?

Mond smiled and jumped directly from the high wall of the camp.

The tall and burly body fell to the ground with a crash.

Mond's lava divine power was poured into the Soulsword in his hand.

The powerful soul pressure of the Demon Sword was released.

These soul pressures directly acting on the soul immediately made all the land lizards tremble and neigh.

Kneel down!

Mond let out a growl.

In his hand, the long sword of Soulshang was raised high.

The crimson blood light continuously lingered on the long sword, and the extremely powerful soul pressure immediately locked the surviving land lizard firmly.

These powerful khaki mounts immediately lost their limbs and fell to their knees on the ground.

The sturdy body covered with hard scales kept trembling.

Under the coercion of the Soulshang sword, they couldn't stand up at all, and it was even difficult for them to raise their heads.

These sensitive mounts felt a very deep coercion from the long sword in Mond's hand.

There was also a very stern warning.

If you don't surrender, you can only die.

This coercion made all the ferocious land lizards, like quails, lower their heads and kneel to the ground.

All express surrender.

Mond withdrew his long sword and shouted loudly: Put these land lizards into the stable!

Yes, my lord!

All the soldiers looked at Mond with admiration.

Now, everyone has a mount.

Norman was also emotional, and came to Mond: My lord, you still have a way!

Mond smiled slightly.

The rest will be left to the old magician.

He himself came to the wounded soldiers and began to end the injuries of the wounded soldiers.

Mond has many methods, and sometimes he even goes into battle himself to bandage the wounded soldiers.

These actions made all the barbarian fighters, werewolf fighters, and barren fighters feel warm in their hearts.

Loyalty is on the rise.

Moreover, Mond also paid attention to the fighters who killed the most enemies and promoted them directly.

He can win battles, and he is sympathetic to soldiers, with clear rewards and punishments.

These actions made the centripetal force of all the soldiers extremely cohesive.

At this moment, the first blood-soaked team that belonged to Mond was finally united.

Moreover, Mond discovered that the two wars made many fighters break through the realm.

Especially the barbarian warriors, and the wolf cavalry.

Almost all broke through a skit class.

The battle and slaughter between life and death is indeed the best catalyst for the strong.

Of course, the whole team did not have the drawbacks of the healing profession, and it was completely exposed.

Mond kept this matter in his heart, and there was a touch of dignity in his eyes.

In these two battles, if there were healing professions, the casualty rate would have been reduced by at least half.

Instead of being like now, many treatment skills and knowledge still need to be taught by oneself.

Of course, there are also some simple bandaging and healing methods.

It would be nice if there was a Potion Priest, or a Light Magician.

The potion priest is the most noble figure among all the alien tribes in the chaotic land.

All alien warriors rely on potion sacrifices to heal their wounds and save their lives.

And light magicians, in the entire Land of Order, are also very important existences in all city-states and countries.

There are very few magicians with light magic talents, and even ascenders.

Norman, the old magician, also has no talent in the light department.

He also practiced many other types of magic, but the ones he is most proficient in are fire and wind.

Mond kept this matter in mind and informed Norman before returning to the room.

After going through two battles and beheading the leader many times, even Mond couldn't hold it anymore and fell into a sound sleep.