Chapter 404 Massacre

The situation of war is always changing rapidly. Before the result is completely determined, no one can predict which side the balance of victory will fall in the next second, especially in this world where the strong are respected, a strong man who suddenly arrives , a professional who makes a breakthrough, and a piece of advanced magic equipment, these things can turn the balance of war in an instant.

But now, Owakyin is undoubtedly subverting a war, a war that the goatmen should have won.

You must know that there are not many professionals in the sheep headman team now, and the only trainee-level leader has died with the trainee-level ranger enshrined in the town. Vakein is still a black dragon. Even if he temporarily loses his ability to cast spells, even if he takes the form of a human, Ovacin, who is essentially a young black dragon, still possesses strength and speed that are not inferior to full-level fighters.

Such a result brought about a one-sided massacre. In the face of the power of Aowakin, a few hundred goatmen are nothing at all. Perhaps these tall and savage goatmen warriors can easily defeat three times the number of goatmen. They are ordinary militiamen, but when they meet a real strongman, the bloody slaughter will make even the most violent goatmen terrified.

Holding a blood-stained enchanted dagger, Ovac easily cut all the enemies in front of him in half. Although he killed all the way to make the blood of the spectators on the wall boil, but for Ovac who was slaughtering Personally, he didn't think there was anything interesting about such a killing.

Seeing these sheep-headed men rushing forward with blood-red eyes, Owakin almost sighed deeply while slashing at them with a knife. These violent sheep-headed men reminded the black dragon of the Hoth Mountains. The half-dragon people are thriving.

As the old man in Aowakin's memory said, these poor races are the product of the mage's failed blood experiment. the soul of the recipient.

The saddest thing is that Ovacin once researched a method to suppress the blood rage, but the results that were still in the experiment were all reduced to fly ash with the destruction of the Howth Mountains, and now I see sheep's heads rushing up one by one Man, Owak always feels empty and uncomfortable in his heart.

"Maybe I'm too sentimental."

Thinking of this, Owak smashed the last surviving sheep-headed man with a single knife.

At this time, although Ovac was still savoring the pain in the vortex in his heart, the militiamen trembling on the city wall, the baron who couldn't turn his head with wide eyes, and even cleaned up the love of a few goatmen who climbed the city wall. Shake was almost stunned.

The battle, no, the massacre has been going on until now. It has only been two or three minutes since Ovacin entered the battlefield. The sand and dust spread wantonly around the town, and even standing at a high place, people could still smell the lingering smell of blood in the air.

"This... is this the power of an 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 how terrifying the official-level powerhouses enshrined by the earl family and the city lord were, the hearing was not as good as what he saw 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 the person in front of him was a master-level strongman, who was at the same level as the kingdom's protector of the kingdom. It was just that he was seriously injured The fighting power at that time, even this professional is not a fighter at all, his battles are simply crushed with absolute superior strength and speed.

"Okay, my lord baron, it's time for us to go down and clean up the battlefield. Also, I think you'd better take out some supplies from your private warehouse as soon as possible. We still have some merchant brothers who are in urgent need of supplies"?

After giving instructions to the baron with a smile, Aisha jumped off the city wall with a light leap. Although it was agreed that it was a free rescue, after all, after staying with a group of businessmen for so long, it is okay to do such a thing as repaying favors. Seems natural doesn't it?

Lightly avoiding the severed limbs that were still wriggling on the ground, Aisha ran to Ovacin's side in a few steps like an elegant kitten.

"Dear strong man, I have to say that you are so powerful. These sheep-headed people have no ability to resist at all. Now you look so handsome with blood all over your body. I feel like I am about to fall in love with you!"

Joking with her mouth, Aisha jumped around like a happy little girl beside Ovacin. Those who are familiar with desert culture will know that the girl’s pace is actually a way to transcend the soul and soothe the soul. War dance is generally performed only when girls greet heroes.

But regardless of whether Ovac knew that the girl in front of him was celebrating himself with the etiquette of welcoming a hero, his face did not show the slightest joy.

"What's the matter? Don't worry if it's food and water problems. I found that the baron's warehouse has a lot of reserves. As long as a part is allocated, it is enough to support the caravan to reach the next city."

Sensing Owakyin's more solemn expression, Aisha stopped dancing and asked a little worriedly.

"Can the food here support this caravan rushing to the capital?"

For no reason, Ovacin suddenly raised such a question that was a bit out of date.

Seeing that the boy was not joking at all, Aisha suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart. She quickly lowered her voice and replied cautiously:

"If you rush to the capital quickly, supplies will be a little tight, but... it is not impossible. You can also talk to the general leader about changing the itinerary. I think if it is your request, the general leader will definitely Promised".

"Well, then set off quickly, no, set off immediately, we must go to your capital as quickly as possible, if it is late... it will be too late"!

Showing an unquestionable look, Ovacin told Aisha of his decision almost imperatively.

At this moment, the black dragon who had just experienced a battle was not in the slightest joyful mood, because in his soul perception, a person representing danger, hatred, and destruction was already approaching in this direction quickly, and his own battle set off a wave of joy. There are too many killings. In the face of "master-level prophecy spell-death perception", such a large-scale killing has nowhere to hide.

The best choice for the current black dragon is actually to escape into the boundless desert alone, but Owak knows the character of the madman he is facing. Once the caravan is caught up, I am afraid that these businessmen who saved his life They couldn't survive, so there was not much entanglement, and Aowakin decided to lead these merchants to the capital without a stop, where the master-level protectors of the Waibien Kingdom were sitting in town, even punks couldn't be too That's right.

As for this small town... Even Aowakin can only pray for these townspeople who have just escaped from the goatman.