You know the rules. If you want them, you have to build your reputation first.
Popok hadn't come to the battlefield by force.
In fact, it had been a "suggestion" from the Wise Wolf during their earlier conversation. If Popok didn't want to shoulder another shameful defeat and instead hoped to protect its clan, which was already teetering on the brink, then this was what it had to do!
But maybe there really was something "dirty" about the creature.
It had secretly slipped onto the battlefield, intending to track down Grand Warlord Hurley. But before it could even start investigating, it saw the warlord's gnolls break and run. When that meteor came rolling down just now, it had nearly scared Popok to death.
Before it could recover, Murphy, who had been "grinding skills" on the battlefield, came charging over with Necessary Evil.
It had nearly died!
Popok watched Murphy walk away with that damned magic sword—the one that had killed several gnolls beside it in an instant—and weakly plopped down on the ground. Though it was a gnoll warrior, it felt a humiliating urge to pee itself.
Tonight had been a little too exciting for a young gnoll like Popok.
It had even started to entertain the ridiculous thought of simply leaving.
It might not have been a proper gnoll warrior, but it had been a warlord once. It could tell that the battle's current course was already very unfavorable for Grand Warlord Hurley.
The vanguard it had sent out had been routed by the crazed Transians in the darkness. Those Transian lunatics had faced odds of more than two to one, yet, blessed by the North Wind, they had still inflicted a terrifying number of casualties.
And two Gold-tier vampires with elite troops had launched a surprise attack on