That was the language of Gnoll rituals.
The next moment, it shot out, its form a blur as it appeared behind the Gnoll warriors who had lost their will to fight. Then, while they were completely defenseless, it lashed out with its claws.
"Chieftain?! No—!"
"Hog... you..."
A chorus of agonized screams instantly erupted as gushing blood stained the Totem Pole red.
Soon, the Totem Pole seemed to come alive. The runes on its surface lit up one by one with a scarlet glow, greedily absorbing the hot blood splashed upon it.
"Blood as the offering, soul as the sacrifice! O great Lord of the Hunt, Progenitor of the Gnolls, Vanguard of the Abyss—Yenogu! Hear the call of your humble servant! Send down your wrath and tear these blasphemous Undead to shreds!"
Hog roared madly in the Gnoll tongue, a language Lynch couldn't understand.
