Chapter 403 The Trapped Town

"Damn it, did everyone die at the hands of these animals today?"

Standing on the wall of the town, the blood-stained baron roared angrily.

The attacks of the goatmen are always fast. Among the three attacked towns, two towns were destroyed easily. Although this group of bloodthirsty goatmen did not have good equipment, their weapons were only stones. and wooden sticks, but their strength is far superior to that of ordinary humans. A group of sheep-headed men with a height of more than two meters, generally two or three meters high, is really not something that a remote town in the desert can resist.

Now, the remaining troops of the three small towns will gather in the last town of Hazelnut Forest. , this last small town barely slowed down the attack of the goatmen.

But... the flame does not burn forever, and when the woods of an oasis are burned, it will die as quickly as it burns.

The hazelnut forest was just a battle forest surrounding the town. In fact, only one afternoon passed, and the fire that was burning and devouring the wealth of the townspeople and stopping the attack of the goatmen gradually extinguished.

At this moment, although there is still a little spark in the embers of the forest, the brave goats rushed towards the town stepping on the ashes without fear. The sheep-headed men are no different from the evil spirits who rushed out of hell. The roiling heat waves from the ashes of the fire did not hinder them in the slightest, but the spark-filled air inspired their rage.

"What can I do, what can I do"!

Seeing the militiamen who had already killed half of the sheep headmen rushing towards the city wall, the bleeding baron couldn't help but his eyes were bloodshot with anxiety.

However, there is no point in being anxious on the battlefield. An anxious heart will only bring danger to soldiers.

"Meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"!

When the baron was burning with rage, a sheep-headed man climbed up the city wall at some point, and now this sheep-headed warrior who is at least 2.5 meters tall is ruthlessly yelling at the baron. The bone stick was smashed down.

In desperation, the baron could only instinctively raise the long sword in his hand to try to resist, but, in front of the blood-stained bone stick, a small long sword seemed so small and ridiculous, when the big stick fell down, the baron And his long sword will be smashed into pieces by this sheep-headed man. The power of a sheep-headed man is not something ordinary humans can resist.

"It's over, I'm going to die"!

Seeing the bone stick that was bigger than his own head getting closer, there was only one thought left in the baron's mind.

If nothing else happens, the barons of the fiefs of these three small towns will die on this blood-stained city wall, and then, the entire town will not follow in the footsteps of the barons—the ransacking of the goatmen has never happened. To keep alive, they always like to smash the "prey" into meat and then bring them back to the tribe.

However, just like misfortune that comes suddenly, luck is often unexpected.

Just when the baron had closed his eyes and waited to die, the attack he expected did not come for a long time.

The frightened Baron opened his eyes with the last trace of fantasy, and then he swore that he had never felt so tearful for a girl in a day.

"As a nobleman, even in the face of death, you have to face death with your eyes wide open. Closing your eyes will only make you look more like a coward, that's all."

Accompanied by crisp shouts and cursing was a string of flying blood. In front of the baron, the sheep-headed man suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief, and his head was slipping off his head. The layer was not as thick and flexible as The wool with poor armor is so fragile at this time, and the sheep-headed man's bones, blood vessels, and muscles were all cut off with one knife. The cut wound was so neat that the sheep-headed man's head could still stay on the neck for a while time.

Turning his head almost mechanically, the stunned baron looked at the girl standing beside him wiping the dagger. At this moment, the girl with wheat-colored skin looked like an elf under the moonlight—a nimble yet elegant figure.

Obviously, the person who appeared here is naturally Aisha who followed Owakin to save people.

"Don't be grateful to me, my two blows are nothing at all, there is a more powerful one below who is your real savior."

Showing a kind smile, Aisha reaped the lives of at least three goatmen while talking to the baron. Aisha shuttled in the shadows like a butterfly dancing among flowers. The light and nimble figure, the clean and neat technique, and the unscrupulous killing are still performed by the girl abruptly with the beauty of a dance.

"However, this alone is not enough. Although the trainee fighters of the sheep-headed men and the trainee-level rangers in the town died together, those ordinary sheep-headed men may not be able to deal with a stalker who can come and go freely, but... the sheep-headed man There are too many people, and the killing efficiency of two apprentice-level professionals may not be able to kill the bloodthirsty goatmen before the goatmen invade the town and massacre."

Thinking of the astonishing number of goatmen charging together, the baron's eyes dimmed again. The support of the two professionals can protect himself and a small number of townspeople, but most of the townspeople still cannot survive. It will also be completely destroyed, and all the wealth of his family will also disappear... Unless, the "more powerful savior" this girl said is really powerful enough to slaughter the entire goatman army by one person.

"How is this possible? To achieve that level requires at least an official level of strength. How could such a big man come to such a remote small town."

Holding the last glimmer of hope and the last glimmer of despair, the baron looked under the city wall.

In the next second, the baron who was sullen just now opened his eyes wide.

He saw a scene that he could never have imagined in his dreams!

I saw that the three towns that were chasing and killing were shitting, and the massacre of the militia squad was like a sheep-headed man who was killing a chicken and chasing a dog, and now he was being slaughtered!

That's right, it's a massacre. In the baron's opinion, such a battle can only be called a massacre!

I saw a black-haired boy wreaking havoc in the sheep-headed army. All the places he passed by, the sand and dust turned into blood mist along with the blood of the sheep-headed man, and the broken limbs and wreckage flew into the air. The speed of killing and marching was so fast that in the Baron's eyes, the boy even turned into a bloody storm, and all the goatmen involved in it were crushed like being stuffed into a meat grinder, even those who didn't know No matter how frightened the crazy goatman hit the killing tornado, the super efficient killing whirlwind showed no sign of stopping.

"This this……"

The Baron firmly grasped the edge of the city wall with both hands, unable to speak. It has to be said that the ups and downs he has experienced during this period of time are really... so exciting!