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Chapter 408: massacre.
The situation of war is always changing rapidly. Before the results are completely divided, no one can predict where the balance of victory will fall in the next second, especially in this world where the strong is respected, a strong who suddenly arrives. , A professional who breaks through the battlefield, a piece of advanced magic equipment, these things can subvert the balance of war in an instant.
And now, Ovakin is undoubtedly subverting a war, subverting a war that the Sheephead should have won.
You know, there are not many professionals in the Sheephead team now. The only apprentice-level leader has died with the apprentice-level rangers enshrined in the town. On the other hand, Ovakin at this moment-although he was seriously injured, he Wakin is still a black dragon, even if it temporarily loses the ability to cast spells, even if it becomes a human form, Ovakin, who is essentially a young black dragon, still possesses the power and speed that is not inferior to that of a formal-level warrior.
The result of this is a one-sided massacre. In the face of Ovakin’s power, a few hundred sheepheads are nothing at all. Perhaps these tall and barbaric sheephead warriors can easily defeat three times the number. For their own ordinary militia, but when they meet a truly strong man, the bloody wind of slaughter will make even the most violent sheepheads frightened.
Holding an enchanted knife covered in blood, Ovak easily split all the enemies in front of him in half. Although he killed all the way to make the spectators on the wall boil with blood, but for Ovak who was slaughtering For himself, he didn't think there was anything interesting about such killings.
Seeing these sheep heads rushing forward with blood-red eyes, Ovakin almost sighed deeply while slashing over. These violent sheep heads reminded the black dragon of the Hoss mountain range. A thriving half-dragon.
As the old man in Ovakin's memories said, these poor races are the product of the failed blood experiment of the wizard. Their rage was created. The shackles of blood are like iron chains overgrown with thorns to torment every wandering wandering. The soul of the person.
The saddest thing is that Ovakin once worked out a method to suppress the bloodline rage, but the results of those experiments are all turned into ashes with the destruction of the Howth Mountains, and now I see sheep heads coming up one by one. People, Ovakin always feels empty and uncomfortable.
"Maybe I am too sentimental."
Thinking about this, Ovak smashed the last surviving sheep head with a single knife.
At this time, although Ovak was still savoring the pain in the whirlpool of his heart, the militiamen shivering on the wall, the baron whose eyes were wide open, and the baron who couldn't move his head, and even the love of a few sheep heads who climbed the wall Sha Ke almost stared at it.
The battle, no, the slaughter has been carried out until now, two or three minutes have passed since Ovakin entered the battlefield. Those terrifying sheepheads have become a mess of haggards all over the battlefield, aroused by powerful forces. Sand and dust arbitrarily filled the surrounding town, even standing in a very high place, people can still smell the lingering smell of blood in the air.
"This...is this the power of the official-level powerhouse? I mean, this power is really shocking."
The baron held the handle of the knife with both hands and swallowed forcefully. Although he had heard of how terrifying the official-level powerhouses enshrined by the earl family and the city lord, he did not hear as much as he had seen with his own eyes. Only in the “field” can people truly understand what power represents!
Seeing the baron’s surprised look, Aisha smiled and shook her head without saying anything. She couldn’t tell the baron that he was in front of him as a master-level powerhouse and was in the same rank as the kingdom’s protector of the country. It was just that she was seriously injured. The combat effectiveness of the time, even this professional is not a combatant at all, his battles are simply crushed by absolute superior power and speed.
"Okay, my Lord Baron, we should go down and clean up the battlefield. Also, I think you'd better get some supplies out of your private warehouse as soon as possible. We still have some merchant brothers who need supplies urgently"?
Smiling to the baron after giving orders, Aisha lightly jumped off the wall. Although she said it was a free rescue, after all, she had stayed with a group of businessmen for so long, and she had done something like this with Entu. Doesn’t it seem natural?
Gently avoiding the broken limbs and pieces of meat still squirming on the ground, Aisha ran to Ovakin in a few steps like an elegant kitten.
"Respected strong man, I have to say that you are really amazing. These sheepheads have no resistance at all. Now you are so handsome with blood on your body. I feel like I am about to fall in love with you"!
Talking a joke in her mouth, Aisha was jumping around like a happy little girl beside Ovakin. If you are familiar with desert culture, you will know that the girl’s pace is actually a kind of super soul soothing. War dance is generally performed only when the girl greets the hero.
But regardless of whether Ovak knew that the girl in front of him was celebrating with the etiquette of welcoming the hero, his face did not show the slightest joy.
"What's the matter? Don't worry if it is a food and water problem. I found that this baron's warehouse has a lot of reserves. Just splitting a part is enough to support the caravan to reach the next city."
Perceiving Ovaki's more solemn expression, Asia stopped the dance and asked a little worriedly.
"Can the food here support the caravan's rush to the capital"?
For no reason, Ovakin suddenly asked such a question that was a little bit endless.
Seeing the teenager's expression without joking at all, Aisha suddenly felt a little ominous premonition in her heart. She quickly lowered her voice and answered carefully:
"If you rush to the capital quickly, the supplies will be a bit tight, but... it is not impossible. You can also talk to the team leader about changing the itinerary. I think if it is your request, the team leader will definitely do it. Promised".
"Well, let's set off now, no, we must set off right now. We must go to your capital as quickly as possible. If it's late...it's too late"!
Showing unquestionable appearance, Ovakin told Aisha of her decision almost imperatively.
At this moment, the black dragon who has just experienced a battle is not at all happy, because in his soul perception, a person who represents danger, hatred, and destruction is already fast approaching in this direction, and his own battle is set off. Too many killings, in front of the "master-level prophecy spells-death perception", such a large-scale killing is completely invisible.
The best choice for the current black dragon is actually to escape into the boundless desert alone, but Ovak knows the character of the lunatic he faced. Once this caravan is caught up, then I am afraid these businessmen who saved their lives. There was no way to survive, so there was not much entanglement. Ovakin decided to lead these merchants to the royal capital non-stop, where there are master-class protectors from the Kingdom of Waibeen. Even punk cannot be too punk. Too unscrupulous.
As for this small town...Even Ovakin can only pray for the townspeople who have just escaped from the sheep's head.
End of this Chapter
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