When pierced by the blood, Lurik seemed like a madman to outsiders, completely ignoring the wounds on his body and swinging his thunderous warhammer, smashing the enemies' heads.
He watched as 5 points of blood volume were deducted.
"Such a blessing... truly born for battle," he couldn't help but murmur.
Exchanging wounds always profits; who can withstand it?
[Experience Value +83]
Seeing the experience value fluctuate, disgust flashed across Lurik's face, and he kicked the corpse in front of him.
"Evil followers."
Nearby Night Watchers also cleared out the paralyzed, almost unable to fight Blood Race soldiers.
"This troop is entirely composed of cultist Blood Race soldiers; everyone gained experience," Rein walked over, wiping the blood off his sword and said.
"This is already the third troop worshipping the Evil God in these days; isn't it a bit too much?"
But Lurik ignored him, still murmuring while looking at his personal panel, "Did I level up?"
