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35. Battle of Fear

"Bang"

The cauldron hanging on the bonfire was kicked down by a shaman of horror totem. The hot, fragrant broth was sprinkled on the ground and the bonfire, and waves of dark sparks danced. This tall man

The tauren shaman frantically called out for the power of the elements, constantly healing his body, and also yelled at others:

"Don't drink the water! It's poisonous!"

But his warning was a little late...

The surrounding ground was littered with those unlucky guys who drank the poisonous broth. In just a few minutes, nearly a hundred minotaurs lost their lives while screaming.

This caused a huge chaos, but to be honest, such a small number of casualties was not a big deal for the entire Grimtotem warriors.

However, this poisoning was just the beginning.

"Go and report to the chief! An enemy is invading!"

The shaman who called on the power of the elements to remove his own toxins weakly grabbed a warrior beside him and said with difficulty:

"It's probably a human assassin, it must be..."

"Bang"

Before the shaman who cared about the clan could finish his words, a heavy stone hammer hit him hard on the head. The tauren's powerful blow directly flattened a third of his compatriot's head.

His face was covered with blood. In the shining firelight, he fell to the ground, his eyes still shining with unbelievable light.

Beside him, the tauren warrior who had killed the killer was holding a warhammer stained red with blood. He roared and pounced on the confused companions around him. His attack was unstructured and he just squeezed himself desperately.

The power is like a madman who has lost his mind.

If you look carefully, his eyes...are dim and dull, as if...as if his soul has been sucked out.

"Brothers!"

At night, the tauren position in Black Cloud Peak was in chaos. However, in the corners where no one paid attention, the human prisoners who had escaped from the cage not only did not leave, but gathered together under the leadership of their respective leaders.

Undetected in the shadows, those who were the leaders shouted something in the shadows, gathering 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 Holy Light in our hands to protect our compatriots and protect the future of the empire!"

"We walk in darkness and we serve light!"

"Go, brothers! Use the power of shadow to punish the enemies of the Holy Light!"

"Punish them! Leave no one behind!"

In the dark and gloomy words of the leaders, these fanatical believers of the Holy Light who voluntarily accepted the power of the shadows pulled up their hoods one after another. They dispersed towards the Tauren position in the darkness like ink dripping into water.

Everywhere, they walked in the shadows, just like the dependents of the shadows.

They are... Shadow Priests, the opposite of the Agents of Holy Light. They were born from the theological perspective of "Light and Shadow". As early as the Second Orc War, Shadow Priests had already appeared, but it was not until the Archbishop of Chaldea that

After completely dominating the faith of the Kingdom of Stormwind, the Shadow Priests became another force of the Holy Light Church under his careful integration.

It is worth mentioning that a few years ago, they were called "heresies who deserved to be burned on the stake." But now, their existence has been recognized by His Majesty the Pope and most of the top leaders of the Holy Light Church.

Written acknowledgment... The reason is very simple, just like the words of Chaldean Archbishop, today's human empire urgently needs all the power at its disposal.

But to be accepted by secular believers, Shadow Priests must make contributions to their compatriots... If Holy Light Priests are the shields that protect the people, then they are the sharpest Shadow Swords under the Holy Light.

..They are only born to punish evil and heresy!

"Moo!"

A tauren warrior covered in blood rushed out from the attack of two compatriots who were mind-controlled. Judging from his tall size and scratched metal armor, this guy should be from the Grimtotem clan.

A low-level warlord, this powerful tauren veteran stared at the slender figure coming out of the shadows. He roared, held up a giant ax full of flesh and blood residue, and rushed towards the hooded human woman.

priest.

The latter's stature was petite, not even reaching the Minotaur's waist, but facing the Tauren charging towards him, the human Shadow Priest just made a disdainful taunt.

She stood there, stretched out her slender fingers, and the shadow power covering her whole body gathered in the palm of her hand like a real stream of water. Between the flips of her wrists, the huge and noisy shadow power merged into a dark whip, whistling.

It was slapped on the body of the tall tauren warrior. Just two lashes made the tall tauren warrior completely lose his balance and hit the ground in an awkward posture.

He rolled on the ground and fluttered forward. He raised his head in embarrassment and saw the condescending eyes of the human woman. There was no emotion in those eyes, only a touch of numbing indifference and strange enthusiasm.

"How can the pain of flesh and blood be compared to the beating of the soul?"

The young lady said in a hoarse voice, and the long whip with the power of shadow whipped the tauren warrior crazily, without leaving any scars. As she said, this power of shadow wreaked havoc directly on the enemy's soul.

, Under the attack of this kind of power, it is meaningless no matter how thick the armor the Tauren Overseer wears, because his heart without faith... is undefended!

"Are you...in pain?"

The female priest bent down and placed her cold fingers on the shoulders of the tauren warlord who could not even cry out in pain. He could only curl up on the ground and tremble. His soul was completely defeated.

In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the priestess reached the ears of the tauren:

"Infidel... tell me, are you in pain?"

The Tauren Overseer gritted his teeth and refused to answer this shameful question, but his toughness made the human priest burst into laughter. The cold fingers on his shoulders clenched tightly at this moment, and the powerful Tauren suddenly

Feeling the power of the shadow seeping into his soul, and after another roaring explosion, this powerful veteran of hundreds of battles stopped breathing his last breath.

There were no scars on his body, but the most frightening light still remained in his eyes. He was dead...died by the nightmare-like frenzy of fear in the deepest part of his heart that was set off by the mind blast.

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

"So fragile..."

The human priest who killed a terrifying tauren with her own hands shook her head. She raised her head from the corpse with her fingers, as if lifting some invisible weight. In the intertwined light and shadow of blue and purple, that

It seems to be a disgusting mass of flesh and blood, with no fixed shape at all, but this thing is not physical.

It's more like a manifestation of the concept of fear...

"Go! Spread this terror to more... heathens!"

The petite female priest waved her hand, and the fearful shadow demon in her hand turned into a black halo and disappeared on the battlefield full of blood and struggle. After doing all this, the priest seemed a little tired, and she looked

Glancing at the two tauren warriors whose minds had been manipulated not far away, she let out a strange chuckle. As the shadows gathered and dispersed, she pulled up her deep hood.

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

"This place reeks of heathenism... a place of unforgivable blasphemy... burn them down!"

The two tauren warriors, who were covered in blood and wounded and had difficulty walking, seemed to feel no pain. They limped to the bonfire, picked up the lit torch from the ground, and looked expressionless.

He threw the flames towards the camp he had built with his own hands. As the fire surged, the chaotic Black Cloud Peak infected by the shadow priests' spiritual plague was ignited.

Just like the torches in the dark night of Thousand Needles, the wildfires that spread everywhere began to burn in all directions in the night wind.

"Unforgivable! Unforgivable!"

Anak, the chief of the Horrible Totem of Thousand Needles Stone Forest, lives at the highest point of Black Cloud Peak. When the fire was burning, he saw all the chaos in the camp, but before he came out with an ax to bring order, the highest place

The camp was also attacked by strange shadow priests. Four shadow priests controlled a dozen mind-controlled tauren and rushed into the camp with torches and sharp weapons. In just ten minutes, the highest level of

The camp there was also set on fire.

Among the burning camps, the powerful tauren chief Anak blocked the way for the shadow priests to leave in anger. He killed several controlled tribesmen alone, and he was covered in blood.

With the crazy bloody smell, he planned to kill all these shadow priests.

"Death! You bastard!"

Anak roared and threw the heavy stone ax in his hand away, breaking the shield of a shadow priest who was caught off guard. The priest didn't even say a word, and was directly torn apart by the stone ax carrying huge power, but he lost

Anak lost his weapon, but he also fell into the siege of the remaining shadow priests.

But Anak's ability to become the chief of the Horrible Totem Clan in Thousand Needles was not just due to the nepotism of his aunt Magatha, the great shaman. He was also a very powerful and experienced tauren warrior.

, in a place like Grim Totem, absolute power means absolute majesty. Anak relied on brute force to rule the clan, and he would not choose to retreat when faced with attacks from weak humans.

However, the enemy Anak faced this time could not be defeated by relying on brute force.

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

Facing the ferocious Tauren chief who rushed towards him with bare hands, the priest wrapped in shadow opened his arms. A mysterious madness shone in his eyes. The moment Anak approached, the spiritual power that penetrated straight into the soul was injected into the Minotaur.

In the heart of the chief, the power of the shadow roared in his heart, drawing out traces of what Anak had been most afraid of since he was a child.

In the midst of the bizarre chaos, the Tauren warrior subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, as if he had seen the most terrifying nightmare in the world, but he was always a powerful warrior, and a steely will was the standard for a warrior.

The moment he took steps to escape, a surge of anger rushed into Anak's heart, forcibly expelling the frightening scene from his heart.

"Ah! If you dare to provoke the bull, you will pay the price!"

With the power of anger activated, Anak's eyes were like burning fire. The strong muscles around him stretched again under the stimulation of anger. He looked like a real giant descended from the sky. He roared and raised his head.

The thick hooves kicked hard on the ground, and the solid earth cracked at this moment. The flying bricks hit the shields of the three nearby shadow priests, causing them to retreat.

No matter how mysterious and powerful their spells are, they are only within the scope of magic. For magic users, getting too close to angry warriors is always seeking death.

"puff"

Anak pulled out the bone knife from his waist, fiercely grabbed the arm of the priest in front of him, and pierced the bone knife shining with the power of the elements into the priest's heart. He swung the struggling enemy like a war hammer.

He rose up and hit the two shadow priests behind him who were casting spells, knocking them to the ground. Anak roared and launched another charge. The priests' fear spells were thrown at him, constantly weakening Anak's power.

and will.

In the end, Anak, who was extremely exhausted, caught another enemy and broke off his head. He tore the head of the human priest from his neck. He held the bloody head in his hand, step by step.

He walked towards the last young shadow priest, with burning gas spurting out from his nostrils and bright red blood dripping from his mane, making him look like a bloody bull returning from hell.

However, although the last shadow priest panicked and trembled under the threat of Anak, facing the tauren warrior in front of him, his inner fanatical persistence in his faith made him grit his teeth and throw out the last spiritual shot.

scream.

The fear spell that gathered all the magic power of the young priest hit Anak's forehead. After resisting several fear spells in a row, Anak was very tired. In the end, the powerful tauren warrior could not resist it anymore. He held his head and

The horns screamed and roared on the spot, trying to squeeze out the images in his mind. Behind him, the young priest had begun to recite more deadly magic.

Anak knew that he had lost the power to fight back. Driven by the last touch of clear consciousness, he turned around and staggered into the blazing sea of ​​fire.

It looks like suicide.

However, under his tent, there was a secret cave leading directly to the northernmost part of the Thousand Needles Forest. At that time, only he and a few cronies knew the secret. Fortunately, these weird and damn humans did not know...

Anak finally escaped.

And after tonight, his horror totem...is also finished.


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