Chapter 402 Shouting

Town, raid, goatmen! These three key words have an extremely unusual position among all desert caravans.

Cities and towns represent the lifeline of caravans. There are often large distances between cities in the raging desert. A team of ordinary people usually cannot travel between cities only relying on the supplies they carry. Towns are undoubtedly the supply stations for these caravans. Giant hump camels can remember the location of these towns very well, and merchants can replenish food and water sources in these small towns.

Sheepheads represent barbarism, blood, and brutality. These semi-intelligent races who have settled in the desert for generations have always disliked producing food by themselves. There are generally only two ways for them to obtain materials for survival-hunting and robbing humans, and they Looting has always been insatiable. Tolls and sustainable development do not exist for goatmen. Caravans looted by goatmen are often taken away and eaten, including people, goods and camels.

After the two keywords of goatmen and towns exist, the meaning of the word attack is very obvious. When there are enough goatmen, they will also attack human towns. If there is a bad one, there will be a town. It was destroyed due to the attack, and because it is extremely difficult to travel in the desert, even if a conscientious lord is willing to send troops to rescue, most of the cavalry who arrive can only see a burned ruins of the town.

But now, when the merchants sent by the caravan to the town to discuss the cost of parking came back, they brought news that the goatmen attacked the town, and one attack was three towns around an oasis. If these three towns were captured... ………

Thinking of this, the merchants couldn't help but feel chills all over their bodies. In this vast desert, it would take at least two weeks to travel to the next oasis, but the drinking water they carried was only enough for three days. The frightening thing is that this is not over yet, there is still a group of sheep-headed men stalking towards him.

"What to do, those three towns must be finished, we can't get supplies and water, we are all finished"

"Damn it, the prophecy of the Master Apprentice is not lying. I shouldn't come out and sell some salt. Now I'm going to die of thirst in the desert."

"No, it's not true. The scout must be lying to us. How could the goatman have the ability to capture three towns..."

"Damn goatmen, they won't let us survive, so we might as well fight them"

At this critical moment, the merchants in the caravan used different ways to express their emotions. Among them were the cowardly, mournful and desperate people, some deceived themselves and refused to accept the reality, and of course there were some brave and passionate people , For a moment, the businessmen who were still singing and dancing in the last second showed all the world's various states.

"Enough is enough. My head is getting bigger because of the noise. Those who dare to run this desert business road are not prepared to die. The sheep-headed man has not been killed yet."

Seeing signs of chaos in his team, the commander-in-chief who yelled that he was not good immediately yelled, and at the same time, he pulled out the long knife from his waist. Not like a businessman, but more like a bandit who robbed a house.

However, it was precisely this loud sound of drawing the sword that the general leader managed to calm down the riotous caravan again.

Looking around viciously at the merchants, the team leader stood on the high platform for performance and roared with all his strength:

"Pay attention to me. If you want to survive in this desert, you can't be afraid of any goddamn goatmen. Now the previous oasis is a full three weeks away from us. It's all about going around the town ahead. The fate of dying of thirst, tell me, do you want to die of thirst in the desert, just like those mummies we saw?"!

The leader of the team deserves to be a powerful person who can lead a caravan to trade. He showed sufficient courage at the critical moment. In his roar, the merchants' desire to survive was ignited one after another.

"No, we don't want to become mummies."

"Made, fight with those damn goatmen."

"It's all about death anyway, so I'm not afraid of anything."

For a time, the people in the caravan were enthusiastic.

"Then what are you waiting for? Is the other scimitar on your waist a fire stick? Pull out the knife for me. Now we are on the road. The scout said that the town of Hazelnut Grove is still resisting. We, more than a hundred people We can also stand up to a militia team, let's go to join the local militia first, and then take the supplies in the town and fight our way out!"

Although the rough and loud voice sounds hoarse, it is also inspiring. Under such encouragement, the merchants present can't wait to draw out their swords and shout loudly. The melody of these shouts sounds chaotic but quite rhythmic Feeling, it is said that this is a very ancient war song for warriors to go to battle, and shouting loudly according to this rhythm can make the enemy frightened!

Seeing that a group of businessmen not only didn't give up their shit in cowardly fright, but actually mustered up the courage to take out their swords and plan to attack, even Aowakin was a little dumbfounded:

"Are they really businessmen? The businessmen I've seen are not like this."

Aisha, who was standing next to Ovacin, had a familiar expression:

"Of course they are businessmen, at least they are businessmen when they are doing business, but if there is a "big business", I don't think these "businessmen" would mind being desert robbers, after all, it is not easy to survive in this desert , it's understandable to have a tougher temperament, isn't it?"

Putting a wild and charming smile on Ovacin, Aisha also pulled out the short blade on her waist and shouted with the merchants who had turned into bandits. Obviously, as a mercenary in the team, Aisha Sha certainly couldn't stay out of it.

Seeing the energetic look of the girl in front of him, Ovacin could only helplessly shrug his shoulders and shake his head. Although he wanted to leave the caravan, before he could release the prophecy spells, Ovacin must at least get Sufficient supplies are needed, otherwise, as a giant dragon that needs to eat and drink a lot, getting lost in this barren desert is no joke.

But now, the small town that could have received supplies had been attacked. No matter out of interest considerations or the kindness of a professional in a kind and orderly camp, Aowakin couldn't ignore it.

In the end, with a wry smile in his heart, Aowakin could only take out a handicraft long sword in the storage ring and held it up high.

"Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, hey hey hey"......

The powerful shout echoed in the silent desert. Hearing the ancient and barbaric chant in his ear, tears welled up in the corners of Aowakin's eyes. At this moment, he remembered again In the half-dragon tribe in childhood memories, I remember that when the half-dragons went out to hunt, there were similar shouts and encouragement, but the thick voices of the half-dragons sang battle songs more passionately than the roars of hundreds of humans.