When the battle was over, the camp walls, inside and outside, were littered with blood and corpses.

Norman looked at Mond with some emotion.

This man took them against an attack that was almost impossible to defeat.

The leaders of the two attacks were killed by Mond.

Such combat power is simply eye-catching.

Moreover, every time it is a leapfrog beheading.

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 incomparably safe, like a magic sword of the most ordinary long sword.

Really scary existence.

Anyone killed by it will turn into a shriveled corpse.

Moreover, Norman also found that as Mond's strength improved, or as more and more demon swords slaughtered, it has now evolved into a gnoll warrior with only a second-rank or higher. After being killed by him, he will become shriveled. corpse.

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

Norman smiled bitterly to himself.

This magic sword is getting more and more critical!

Of course, Mond didn't know what was in Norman's mind.

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

He walked over to Norman and asked, "Old man, what happened to our battle damage this time?"

Hearing Mond's question, Norman immediately recovered his thoughts and reported: "My lord, it has been counted!"

"The desert warriors have the most casualties, nearly three hundred dead!"

"Wolf cavalry, fifty dead!"

"The barbarian warriors also died about thirty!"

Mond nodded.

Norman said: "My lord, after two such fierce battles, it is already a great victory to have such a low battle loss!"

Mond said, "I know!"

"But now that we are just starting out, one less of these fighters will weaken one point!"

Norman sighed.

Mond thought for a while and said, "Have a good rest in the camp at night, treat the wounded, and tomorrow we will go out to the original water oasis!"

Norman looked surprised: "Sir, why are you leaving suddenly?"

In Mond's eyes, there is a dignified color, and it flashes: "This wave of gnolls proves that the power of this blood knife business group is definitely not small!"

"We are just starting, we can't fight recklessly. Going to the wasteland to fight guerrilla warfare is the best way!"

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

"I want to have a good time with them!"

Norman followed Mond's line of sight. Inside and outside the camp walls, one after another khaki land lizards stood beside the corpse of the gnoll master, whining and roaring constantly.

Some desert warriors wanted to go up and pull the reins, trying to subdue them, but the land lizard turned around and let out a roar, grinning, and almost killed a few desert warriors.

Norman had a wandering look in his eyes.

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

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

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

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

The tall and burly body fell to the ground.

Mond's lava power was poured into the Soul Sorrow sword in his hand.

The powerful soul pressure of the magic sword was released.

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

"All kneel to me!"

Mond let out a loud roar.

In his hand, he held the sword of soul mortification high.

The crimson blood light lingered continuously on the long sword, and the incomparably powerful soul pressure instantly locked the surviving earth lizards firmly.

These khaki-yellow powerful mounts immediately became weak and fell to the ground.

The sturdy body covered with hard scales kept shaking.

Under the coercion of the Soul Sorrow Sword, they couldn't stand up at all, and it was difficult to even lift their heads.

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

There is also a very stern warning.

If you don't surrender, there is only death.

This coercion made all the earth lizards known for their ferocious viciousness, all like quails, bow their heads and kneel on the ground.

All expressed surrender.

Mond retracted his long sword and shouted loudly, "Put these earth lizards in the beast pen!"

"Yes, my lord!"

All the soldiers looked at Mond with admiration.

Now, everyone has a mount.

Norman was also excited and came to Mond: "Sir, you still have a solution!"

Mond smiled lightly.

The rest is left to the old magician.

He himself came to the wounded soldier's place and began to tie the wounded soldiers' wounds.

There are many ways for Mond, and sometimes he even goes into battle himself to bandage the wounded.

These actions made all the barbarian warriors, werewolf warriors, or barbarian warriors feel warm in their hearts.

Loyalty is on the rise.

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

Able to win battles, and show compassion for the soldiers, with clear rewards and punishments.

These actions made the centripetal force of all the warriors extremely condensed.

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

Moreover, Mond found that the two wars made many soldiers break through the realm.

Especially the barbarian warriors, and the wolf cavalry.

Almost all of them break through a skit.

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

Of course, the shortcomings of the entire team's lack of healing professions were completely exposed.

Mond kept this matter in his heart, and there was a dignified look in his eyes.

In these two battles, if there is a healing profession, the casualty rate will be reduced by at least about half.

Instead of the current situation, many treatment skills and knowledge still need to be taught by oneself.

Of course, they are also some simple dressing and healing methods.

It would be nice if there was a potion priest, or a light magician.

The potion sacrifice 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 the light magician, in the entire land of order, is also an existence that all city-states and countries value very much.

There are very few magicians and even ascenders with the talent of light magic.

Norman, the old magician, has no talent for light.

He also practiced many other types of magic, but he was most proficient in fire and wind.

Mond took this matter to heart and informed Norman before returning to the room.

After two battles, many times of beheading the leader, even Mond couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep.