When the battle was over, the camp walls, as well as inside and outside, were filled with pools of blood and corpses.
Norman looked at Mond with some emotion.
This man once again led them to defend against an almost impossible to defeat attack.
The leaders of both attacks were killed by Mond.
Such combat effectiveness is truly eye-catching.
Moreover, every time he killed the enemy above his level.
Then, Norman thought of something and looked at the sword in Mond's hand.
During the battle, the magic sword was gleaming with blood, but now it is extremely calm, like an ordinary long sword.
It is a truly terrifying existence.
Anyone killed by it will become a shriveled corpse.
Moreover, Norman also discovered that as Mond's strength increased, or as the magic sword killed more and more people, it has now evolved into a werewolf sub-god warrior that only above the second level will turn into a shriveled corpse after being killed by it.
As for those first-rank warriors, after being killed by this magic sword, their bodies were still intact.
Norman smiled bitterly in his heart.
This magic sword is becoming 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, how much damage did we suffer this time?"
Hearing Mond's question, Norman immediately gathered his thoughts and reported: "Sir, the statistics have been calculated!"
"The most casualties were among the desert warriors, nearly three hundred of them died!"
"Fifty of the wolf riders died!"
"About thirty barbarian warriors died!"
Mond nodded.
Norman said, "Sir, after two such fierce battles, we have such low casualties, which is already a great victory!"
Mond said, "I know!"
"But we are just starting out now. If one of these warriors is missing, our strength will be weakened!"
Norman sighed.
Mond thought for a moment and said, "Let's rest well in the camp tonight and treat the wounded. We will leave the Raw Water Oasis tomorrow!"
Norman looked surprised: "Sir, why...are you leaving so suddenly?"
A solemn look flashed across Mond's eyes, "These waves of jackals prove that the Blood Knife Merchant Group is definitely quite powerful!"
"We are just starting out, so we can't fight head-on. The best way is to fight a guerrilla war in the wilderness!"
"Hehe, now that we have these earth lizards, we are all cavalry, and our movement speed is incredibly fast!"
"I want to have some fun with them!"
Norman followed Mond's gaze and saw that inside and outside the camp wall, large, ochre-colored earth lizards were standing beside the corpse of their werewolf master, wailing and roaring constantly.
Some of the Savage Warriors wanted to go up and pull the reins to try to subdue them, but the Earth Lizards turned around and roared, showing their teeth, and almost killed several of the Savage Warriors.
There was an uncertain look in Norman's eyes.
He turned and asked, "My Lord, these earth lizards are notoriously difficult to tame!"
"These gnolls must have their own free-range and taming bases to get such excellent mounts!"
"How can we tame so many earth lizards in such a short period of time?"
Mond smiled slightly and jumped directly from the high wall of the camp.
The tall and strong body fell to the ground with a loud bang.
Mond's lava power was injected into the Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand.
The powerful soul pressure of the magic sword was released.
These soul pressures that directly acted on the soul immediately caused all the earth lizards to tremble and scream.
"Everyone, kneel down!"
Mond let out a loud roar.
He held the Soul-Slaying Sword high in his hand.
The scarlet blood light continued to linger on the long sword, and the incomparably powerful soul pressure immediately locked onto the surviving earth lizard.
These powerful khaki mounts suddenly became weak in the limbs and fell to their knees on the ground.
The sturdy body covered with hard scales began to tremble continuously.
Under the pressure of the Soul-Slaying Sword, they couldn't even stand up, and even raising their heads was difficult.
These sensitive mounts felt a very heavy pressure from the sword in Mond's hand.
There was also a very stern warning.
If you don't surrender, you will die.
This pressure made all the earth lizards, which were known for their ferociousness and brutality, lower their heads and kneel on the ground like quails.
All expressed submission.
Mond retracted his sword and shouted, "Put these earth lizards in the animal pen!"
"Yes, sir!"
All the warriors 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 faintly.
The rest of the matter will be left to the old magician.
He went to the wounded soldiers and began to treat their injuries.
Mond had many ways to do it, and sometimes he even went into battle himself to bandage the wounded soldiers.
These actions made all the barbarian warriors, werewolf warriors, and savage warriors feel warm in their hearts.
Loyalty is rising steadily.
Moreover, Mond also took note of several soldiers who killed the most enemies and promoted them directly.
He was able to win battles, was compassionate to his soldiers, and was clear about rewards and punishments.
These actions brought together all the soldiers' centripetal force.
At this moment, Mond's first Bloody Land team was finally formed.
Moreover, Mond discovered that the two wars allowed many soldiers to break through their realms.
Especially the barbarian warriors and wolf riders.
Almost everyone broke through a minor level.
The battle and fight between life and death is indeed the best catalyst for the strong.
Of course, the disadvantage of the entire team having no healing profession was also fully exposed.
Mond kept this matter in mind, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
In these two battles, if there had been healing professions, the casualty rate would have been reduced by at least half.
Instead of being like it is now, many treatment skills and knowledge still need to be taught by oneself.
Of course, they are just 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 respected person among all the alien tribes in the Land of Chaos.
All the alien warriors rely on magic potion sacrifices to heal their wounds and save their lives.
And light magicians are highly valued by all city-states and countries in the entire land of order.
Magicians with talent for light magic, even Ascendants, are extremely rare.
The old magician Norman also has no talent for light.
He studied many types of magic, but he was most proficient in fire and wind.
Mond kept this matter in mind, informed Norman, and then returned to the room.
After two battles and several bursts of killing leaders, even Mond couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.