The battlefield was shrouded in silence.
The ogres, who had been panicking earlier, suddenly found a sense of calm at the appearance of this beast-cloaked shaman ogre.
Shaman.
It leads this tribe.
The shaman is the spiritual leader of the clan and tribe. They communicate with spirits, have the ability to foresee the future, and guide their people through the dark tis. Many misunderstand their wisdom and calmness for pacifism. In fact, when challenged, shamans possess the powerful ability to deal with those who disrupt the natural order.
Shamans believe that everything has a spirit and can communicate with the earth, fire, storms, and water. Many think shamans worship elental power, but in reality, they are in an equal communication state.
Shamans are not only able to wield the power of earth and sky. They also have the ability to foresee the future. Their wisdom is only revealed in battle through their courage and ferocity.
Shamans are mostly found among the beastn, and within the ogre tribes, becoming a shaman is considered exceedingly rare.
Perhaps this is the true reason why this one has gained the worship of countless ogres.
To beco a shaman requires so prerequisites, naly wisdom, yet it is widely known that ogres lack wisdom despite their abundance of power.
This is akin to a radiant flower blooming amidst barren wasteland.
The shaman ogre was rather old, with wrinkled skin and white hair; one could almost see the passage of ti on its body.
Man’er appeared on the battlefield.
He gazed at everything before him, and it was as though his mories had returned to that winter.
When he was still a child, a group of jackal-wolfn raided the camp, and in that battle, his relatives fell in puddles of blood, their heads cruelly severed.
Ultimately, after thriving for decades on the plains, the camp consisting of as many as a thousand ogres was destroyed completely, and Man’er vowed that such a thing would never happen again!
He would lead the ogres to prosperity, defeating any enemy, who would then beco a cold corpse.
Roar!
He let out a roar!
The aged body could not hide the power he possessed; Man’er looked upon the battlefield and roared, "For the master, for the camp, for prosperity!"
Bang!
A surge of energy suddenly appeared around them, and the ogres who had been collapsed to the ground began to slowly regain composure, their pallor steadying, and within seconds, they stumbled upright.
—Light of Renewal!
This was, without doubt, a large-scale healing divine skill!
Shamans are endowed with the ability to command nature, and healing techniques are among them. Relying on this magical power, he beca the leader of this group of monsters.
Yet, that was not the end. As the light column appeared, countless ogres let out wild roars, clutching their simple weapons, pounding their chests fiercely, transforming the fear caused by warriors and bodily poison into a frenzied courage!
"For prosperity!"
"For prosperity!"
They cherished this land, even if unfamiliar, as here they could live a life once unimaginable.
Guns, slaughter, death!
This would determine the fate of the ogres; once defeated, not only would they lose the chance to dominate but there was real danger they might lose their lives!
Ever since arriving at this land, they distanced themselves from the past; they did not live in constant fear anymore, unable to forget the plight when food was plundered by enemies, coexisting with death and hunger.
Therefore!
They would not give up their ho!
Even if they were outsiders, ogres who believed fists are the truth knew that as long as they killed the resistors here, they could beco the true masters of this land!
Because they had Man’er.
A leader who could communicate with Giant Dragons and evolved a camp of rely a dozen ogres into today’s tribe of several hundred; he was like a miracle, revered by all ogres.
The flas of war reignited.
Accompanied by the wild roaring charge, the ogres stood up again, rushing towards the humans, eager to erase the past disgrace, telling these beings with their fists what death truly ant!
"Crack, crack!"
Just as the ogres launched into their charge, the dead ogres on the ground unexpectedly stood up too.
The corpses bore gray pupils, staring blankly at their kin before them, hesitating for a few seconds, then these bodies fell upon their companions, indulging in vicious biting!
Man’er was shocked, hurriedly glancing around, discovering a slender figure appearing on the barren ground, clad in a black cloak, face completely hidden by fabric, yet the repulsive death aura allowed Man’er to identify the person imdiately.
A Lich!
The enemy actually had a Lich!
Man’er couldn’t help but look grave, furrowing his brow, muttering words under his breath, suddenly two flaming giant hounds appeared around him.
—Dance of the Fiery Hounds!
Shamans command so natural forces, and before him, clearly Man’er managed healing and fire attacks; this ti, his target was the Undead Mage, attempting to shatter its bones and trample its soul, tornting it endlessly.
Golden Tier!
Chen Feng watched everything unfold, montarily losing himself.
He seemingly hadn’t anticipated that within the ogre tribe, a shaman fad for wisdom would erge, which in itself was inconceivable.
This was an opponent impossible to ignore.
Whether in capability or patience, far-sighted beyond ordinary ogres, mastering so magic, capable of relying on large-scale attack range, leaving present warriors in perilous doom.
Never underestimate any shaman, for they will use various abilities to have their nas rembered.
Man’er continued planning, all of this rely a prelude; he seed to be preparing an impressive large-scale attack, and as long as the Fiery Hounds could keep the Undead Mage in check, his plan would be but a breath away.
Yet reality would never be as hopeful as imagination.
Chen Feng snapped his fingers, a woman adorned in a robe emblazoned with the holy emblem of Rose appeared beside him!
Having not seen her for a ti, the Dark Elf’s figure seed even more perfect, like a ripe peach, whose fullness one could feel with a gentle squeeze.
But now he found no joy in appreciating beauty.
"Kill him!"
Chen Feng’s cold voice resounded in Elwin’s ears; indeed, he would borrow the Dark Elf’s power to snipe the ogres’ last hope!
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