Chapter 182 Let everything return to nothing!
After killing more than a dozen jackals and coyotes, the bloody scene did not scare away the creatures lurking in the dark.
On the contrary, the smell of blood caused by the killing made them unable to bear it anymore. They emerged from the rocky cliffs, staring at Mo Cheng with their eyes, and making low roars from time to time.
Hundreds of gnolls appeared before their eyes. This turned out to be a huge gnoll tribe. Not only that, along with the gnolls there were nearly a hundred giant coyotes and a large number of trolls.
It is no wonder that caravans and travelers are reluctant to pass through the Sepayo Gorge directly. This level of force would require at least an army to attack and defeat it.
But spending countless manpower and resources just to open up a road that would provide merchants and travelers with nearly half a month's travel time is indeed worth doing from the perspective of long-term benefits. However, if the mayors or nobles of nearby cities to pay the price themselves, then it would naturally not be worth it.
"There are so many gnolls. No wonder this place is called Death Valley."
Gnolls eat warm-blooded creatures, and prefer to eat intelligent creatures, as they prefer to hear the screams of intelligent creatures.
Jackals dislike giants and most humanoids, and hate doing manual labor. They are a natural race of robbers.
They often hunt humans and goblins as slaves, while bugbears, hobgoblins, ogres, orcs, and trolls are all unstable allies of the gnolls.
When the gnolls are hungry and have not found prey, they often use slaves and allies as food. For the gnolls, hunger is stronger than friendship and fear. Either eat the allies or be eaten by the allies.
There are so many gnolls here, and combined with their habit of eating intelligent creatures, Mo Cheng understood why this place is called Death Valley.
What an apt description.
"Well, barbarians, assassins, poachers. Watchers, a combination of combat, stabbing, bows, and magic, it's already an army."
Barbarians are generally the largest and most violent of the gnolls. They get more food because they are strong, and become stronger because they have enough food.
Assassins may not be strong enough, but their cunning and ability to use ranged weapons make them indispensable, and their proficiency in the use of poison is enough to earn them a place in the tribe.
Poachers are relatively low-profile and generally play the role of scouting and tracking prey.
Although neither following shamanic beliefs nor being part of the druids, many gnolls have established a connection with the forces of nature. These gnolls, called Wardens, use their natural magic to support other combat units and act as commanders in group hunting.
Mo Cheng looked at the gnoll tribe that surrounded him in the mountains and valleys, and couldn't help but sigh softly. He somewhat understood why Queen Andair would try every means to take back the power of the nobles and form a centralized power.
An armed group of hundreds of people was entrenched on a major transportation route, but the officials and nobles under his command were unwilling to take the initiative to clear them out. This saved his subordinates trouble, but it was the interests of the Principality of Andair that suffered the loss.
However, these are internal political events of the Principality of Aundair and have nothing to do with Mo Cheng in the short term. As he is not a lord player, he does not need to consider such things.
He came here today with only one purpose, to find a place with many monsters to try out his skills, that's all.
When Mo Cheng was looking at the gnolls around him, gnolls also appeared behind him and on his sides. He was surrounded.
Seeing the enemy surrounded, the Jackals slowly moved forward with a grim smile. The Jackals had no concept of single combat, but preferred to attack when they had a numerical advantage, overwhelming their opponents with human wave tactics and their strong strength.
If there is a particularly strong leader, the gnolls can fight in a united manner with clear division of labor. Otherwise, they are completely undisciplined in battle.
The tactics of the Gnolls are simple and easy to understand: if you have more people, you attack; if the enemy has more people, you retreat. In this day and age, cooperation is important, so the Gnolls also like to fight in many-to-one situations.
Seeing the jackals approaching slowly, Mo Cheng also began to move, "Hey, you ignorant fools, let me give you [Judgment]!"
His hand slowly swept across the air, like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, bringing up countless illusions, and rising into the air slowly and quickly.
That action, that feeling, was like a god sitting high in the sky, coldly ignoring all living things, and bringing down the "Judgment" of a great purge on the ants who deviated from his preferences and disobeyed him.
"Let everything return to nothingness!"
The surging light cut Mo Cheng's five raised fingers into countless pieces, covering an area of hundreds of meters around.
The light has become Mo Cheng's weapon, blasting towards the jackals in an overwhelming manner.
The jackals had no chance to dodge, because the light around them had become weapons, bombarding towards them.
The terrifying power shines on everyone like sunlight. Facing the dazzling light, one may even have the urge to actively blend into the light like a moth to a flame.
The bodies of the gnolls fell apart in the face of this huge light. Without any protective gear, and even less flesh, they could withstand this all-pervasive attack. They also had no way to use their combat skills or magic. The pure holy light isolated all non-holy elements in an extremely domineering manner.
How can there be any reason to be undefeated? How can there be any reason to be immortal?
Facing Judgment, they are like facing a god bringing down a great purge. There is only defeat and death.
The purest light brought the purest destruction. Nothing could be left behind, not even the mountains, stones, or the leather armor and weapons on the gnolls, or even themselves.
At one end of the entire Death Valley, the narrow and inaccessible road barrier was blasted by Mo Cheng into a huge and perfect circle.
Results of the battle: 582 gnolls, 87 coyotes, and 30 trolls.
"call……"
He let out a long breath. Whether it was because he had consumed too much Judgment or because he was very satisfied with his own results, Mo Cheng walked slowly into the Death Valley. "First side, break it."
This is just the entrance to Death Valley. There are many more things inside, things that have not been destroyed but need him to destroy.
The canyon before us is a terrifying place that caravans and adventurers regard as hell.
But today, this hell of death is about to face true terror, absolute death.
"Death Valley? Let me see if you can give me the feeling of death."
The figure flashed and rushed into the canyon. During the sprint, Mo Cheng's body grew bigger, bursting through his clothes, and turned into a half-dragon man.
The Holy Light moves have been tested, and next, it’s time to test the Dragon bloodline.
