"Bang"

The cauldron hanging from the campfire was kicked down by a terrifying totemic shaman, and the scorching, fragrant broth was sprinkled on the earth and the bonfire, and a burst of dark sparks danced, and the tall minotaur shaman frantically called out the power of the elements, constantly healing his body, and shouting to the others:

"Don't drink water! Poisonous! ”

But his warning was a little late...

The ground around was littered with unlucky creatures, who drank the broth mixed with poison, and in just a few minutes, nearly a hundred minotaurs lost their lives in the midst of screams.

This caused a lot of chaos, but seriously, such a few casualties were not a pain in the bones for the entire Terror Totem warrior.

However, this poisoning is only the beginning.

"Report to the Chief! There is an enemy invading! ”

The shaman, who called on the power of the elements to get rid of his own toxins, weakly grasped a warrior beside him, and he said with difficulty:

"Probably a human assassin, must..."

"Bang"

Before the clan-minded shaman could finish his words, the heavy stone mallet smashed his head, and the Minotaur struck hard, directly flattening the head of his compatriot by a third, and the shaman's face was covered in blood, and in the glow of the fire, he fell to the ground, and his eyes still shone with disbelief.

And beside him, the killer minotaur warrior carried a blood-stained war hammer, roared and pounced on his bewildered companions, his attack was disorganized, just desperately squeezing his own strength, like a madman who had lost his mind.

If you look closely, his eyes... It's bleak, it's like... It's like having your soul drained of you.

"Brothers!"

At night, the Minotaur position of Black Cloud Peak was in chaos, but in those corners that no one paid attention to, the human prisoners who had escaped from the cage not only did not leave, but gathered in the shadows that would not be discovered under the leadership of their respective leaders, and those who were the leaders shouted something in the shadows, bringing more prisoners together.

"The Archbishop of Chaldea has given us the opportunity to prove our loyalty to the empire and our compatriots!"

"Tonight, we will use the power of the shadow of the Holy Light in our hands to protect our compatriots and protect the future of the Empire!"

"We walk in darkness, we serve the light!"

"Go, brothers! Use the power of the shadows to punish the enemies of the Light! ”

"Discipline them! Not a single one to stay! ”

In the dark and gloomy words of the leaders, these fanatics of the Holy Light who had voluntarily accepted the power of the shadows pulled up their hoods, and in the darkness they scattered like ink dripping into water, scattering to every part of the Minotaur position, walking in the shadows like the clans of the shadows.

They are... The Shadow Priest, the opposite of the Light Walker, was born from the theological view of "Light and Shadow", as early as the Second Orc War, the Shadow Priest had already appeared, but it was not until the Chaldean Archbishop completely ruled the faith of the Stormwind Kingdom that the Shadow Priests became another force in the Church of the Light under his careful integration.

It is worth mentioning that a few years ago, they were called "heretics who should be burned at the stake", but now, their existence has been acknowledged in writing by His Holiness the Pope and most of the high-ranking members of the Holy Light Church... The reason is very simple, as the Chaldean Archbishop often says, today's human empire urgently needs all the power at its disposal.

But to be accepted by secular believers, the Shadow Priests must contribute to their fellow citizens... If the Priests of Light are the shields that protect the people, then they are the sharpest sword of darkness under the Light... They are born only to punish evil and heresy!

"Moo!"

A bloodied minotaur warrior burst out of the slashing of two mind-controlled compatriots, judging by his tall size and scratched metal armor, this guy should be a low-level Overseer of the Terror Totem Clan, the powerful minotaur veteran stared at the slender figure that emerged from the shadows, he roared, raised a giant axe covered in flesh and blood, and charged at the hooded human female priest.

The latter was petite, not even reaching the waist of the Minotaur, but in the face of the Minotaur rushing over, the human Shadow Priest only let out a disdainful taunt.

She stood in place, stretched out her slender fingers, and the shadow power that enveloped her whole body gathered in her palm like a real stream of water, and between the flips of her wrists, the huge and noisy shadow power converged into a dark long whip, whistling and whipping at the tall minotaur warrior's body, just two whips, the tall minotaur warrior completely lost his balance, and smashed to the ground in an embarrassed posture.

He rolled and threw himself forward on the ground, and when he looked up in embarrassment, he saw the condescending eyes of the human woman, which had no emotion in them, only a tingling indifference and strange fanaticism.

"How can the pain of flesh and blood compare to the whipping of the soul?"

The young lady said in a hoarse voice, the long whip of the shadow power frantically whipped on the minotaur warrior's body, but did not leave a scar, as she said, the shadow power was directly raging on the enemy's soul, under the attack of this power, the minotaur overseer was wearing no matter how heavy the armor was, because his faithless heart... It's undefended!

"You... Is it painful? ”

The priestess bent down and placed her cold fingers on the shoulders of the minotaur overseers, who could not even cry out in pain, but could only curl up on the ground and shiver, and were completely shattered in the heart, and in the darkness that surged around her, the hoarse voice of the priest's young lady reached the ears of the minotaur:

"Heretics... Tell me, are you in pain? ”

The Minotaur Overseer gritted his teeth and was reluctant to answer the shameful question, but his toughness caused the human priest to let out a series of laughs, and the cold fingers on his shoulders clenched violently at this moment, and the mighty Minotaur suddenly felt the power of the shadow seep into his heart, and after another roaring explosion, the mighty veteran of a hundred battles stopped taking his last breath.

There were no scars on his body, but there was still the most terrifying light in his eyes, he was dead... Died in the nightmare of the heart's explosion, the deepest fear frenzy in my heart.

In other words, he himself was scared to death by himself.

"It's so fragile..."

The human priest who had killed a terrifying minotaur shook her head, and she lifted her fingers from the corpse as if she were carrying some invisible weight, in the blue-purple intertwined light and shadow, it seemed to be a disgusting flesh glue, with no fixed form at all, but this thing was not physical.

It's more of a figurative representation of the concept of fear...

"Go ahead! Spread this horror to more... Heathen! ”

The petite priestess waved her hand, and the fear shadow demon in her hand turned into a black halo and disappeared into this bloody and fighting position, after doing all this, the priest seemed a little tired, she glanced at the two minotaur warriors who were being manipulated not far away, she let out an eerie chuckle, and between the shadows gathered, she pulled her deep hood upward.

The moment she walked into the shadows in the center, she waved her hand without looking back:

"It smells of pagans... The unforgivable desecration of the place... Burn them all! ”

As if they didn't feel pain, the two minotaur warriors, covered in blood and wounded, and unable to even walk, limped to the campfire, picked up the lit torches from the ground, and threw the flames towards the camp they had set up with their own hands.

Like a torch in the dark night of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, the wildfires that crisscrossed everywhere began to burn in all directions in the night wind.

"Unforgivable! Unforgivable! ”

Anak, the chief of the terror totem of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, lives at the highest point of Black Cloud Peak, and when the fire is burning, he sees all the chaos in the camp, but before he can come out with an axe to rectify the order, the highest camp is also attacked by the strange Shadow Priest, and the four Shadow Priests manipulate more than a dozen mind-controlled minotaurs with torches and sharp weapons to rush into this camp, and in just ten minutes, the highest camp was also ignited.

And between the burning camps, the powerful Minotaur chief Anak, in a fit of rage, blocked the way for the Shadow Priests to leave, and he single-handedly slew several of the Shadow Priests who were being controlled, and he was full of mad blood, intending to kill them all.

"Die! Chop Pieces! ”

Anak roared and threw the heavy stone axe in his hand away, breaking the shield of a surprise Shadow Priest, and the priest didn't even say a word, and was directly dismembered by the stone axe carrying great power, but Anak, who had lost his weapon, also fell into the siege of the remaining Shadow Priest.

But Anak can become the chief of the Terror Totem Clan of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, not only by the nepotism of his aunt Magasa Shaman, he is also a very powerful, and experienced Minotaur warrior, in a place like Terror Totem, absolute power is absolute majesty, Anak relies on brute force to rule the clan, and he will not choose to retreat in the face of the attack of weak humans.

However, this time Anak will face an enemy that cannot be defeated by brute force.

"Listen to the sound of fear in your heart!"

In the face of the fierce, bare-handed Minotaur chieftain, the priest wrapped in shadows opened his arms, his eyes shone with a touch of obscure madness, and at the moment Anak approached, the spiritual power that went straight into his heart was injected into the heart of the minotaur chieftain, and the power of the shadow roared in his heart, outlining a touch of Anak's most feared things since he was a child.

In the midst of the bizarre chaos, the Minotaur warrior subconsciously wanted to turn around and flee, as if he had seen the world's most terrifying nightmare, but he was always a powerful warrior, and his iron will was the standard for a warrior, and at the moment of taking the step of escape, a wave of anger rushed into Anak's heart, forcibly expelling the fearful image from his heart.

"Ahh If you dare to provoke the bull, you will have to pay the price! ”

Activating the power of rage, Anak's eyes were like burning fire, and his strong muscles were stimulated by anger to stretch again, looking like a real giant from the sky, he roared and raised his heavy hooves, kicking the ground hard, and the solid earth cracked at this moment, and the flying bricks and stones smashed against the shields of the three nearby Shadow Priests, smashing them back again and again.

No matter how mysterious and powerful their spells are, they are only the realm of magic, and for magic users, getting too close to an angry warrior is always a recipe for their own death.

"Poof"

Anak pulled out the bone knife at his waist, viciously grabbed the priest's arm in front of him, and stabbed the bone knife shining with elemental power into the priest's heart, he swung the still struggling enemy like a war hammer, and smashed it into the two shadow priests behind him, knocking them to the ground, Anak roared and launched another charge, and the priests' fear spells were thrown on him, constantly weakening Anak's strength and will.

Eventually, exhausted Anak grabbed another foe and severed his head, the human priest's head ripped from his neck, and he walked towards the last young Shadow Priest with his bloody head in his hand, his nostrils spurting hot gas, and the bright red blood falling from his mane made him look like a bloody bull returning from hell.

However, the last Shadow Priest, though panicked and trembling under the threat of Anak, faced with the minotaur warrior in front of him, his fanatical insistence on faith made him grit his teeth and throw out the last of his heart screams.

The dread spell that had gathered all the magic of the young priest hit Anak's head, and after resisting several fear spells in a row, Anak was very tired, and the mighty minotaur warrior finally couldn't resist it, he held his head and horns and screamed in place, trying to squeeze the images out of his mind, and behind him, the young priest had begun to chant more deadly magic.

Anak knew he had lost the power to fight back, and with the last shred of sanity, he turned and staggered into the raging fire.

It looked like suicide.

However, under his tent, there was a hidden cave that led to the northernmost part of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, a secret that only he and a few of his cronies knew at that time. Thankfully, these weird and damn humans don't know...

Anak eventually escaped.

And after tonight, his terror totem... It's over. <

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