It was a nightmarish Demonic Spirit for Odin.
Many Human players had been trampled to death by a Regor on the Plains of the Great War.
*Twa-twa-twaaang!*
Arrows poured out from Odin’s walls, covering the sky.
The Regors deflected the arrows with their thick grey skin.
*Grawr rawr!* *Kweeeeeee!*
Medium-sized Demonic Spirits kept rushing out from hiding under the Regors’ bellies and behind their rumps.
Saliva dripped as they let loose jaw-splitting shrieks.
There was only 200 or so meters left until they reached Odin’s walls.