Netheril Glory Chapter 408: Slaughter

The situation of war is always changing rapidly, and no one can predict where the balance of victory will fall in the next second, especially in this world of power, a sudden arrival before the results are completely divided. The strong man, a professional who breaks through, a piece of advanced magic equipment, these things can subvert the balance of war in an instant.

Now, Ovak is undoubtedly subverting a war, a war that the Goatman should have won.

You know, there are no more professionals in the Goatman’s team. The only trainee-level leader has died with the trainee-level ranger enshrined in the town. In contrast, Ovaqin at the moment-although seriously injured However, Ovain is still a black dragon. Even if he temporarily loses his ability to cast spells, even if he becomes a human form, Ovain, who is essentially a young black dragon, still has power and speed not inferior to the official level fighter.

The result of this is a one-sided slaughter. In front of Ovaqin’s power, hundreds of sheepheads are nothing. Maybe these tall and brutal sheepheads fighter can easily defeat Three times the number of ordinary ordinary soldiers, but when they met a real powerhouse, the **** winds of the slaughter would make even the most violent sheep-heads shudder.

With a blood-stained enchanted short knife, Owak easily split all the enemies in front of him in half. Although he killed him in this way, the spectators on the wall were boiling blood, but for the Austrian slaughtering. Wacker said for himself that he didn’t find anything interesting about such a killing.

Looking at these Goat-heads glaring at the blood-red eyes and rushing up fearlessly, Ovaqin almost sighed with a deep sigh while slashing through. These violent Goat-heads reminded the Black Dragon of Huo Huo The half-dragon of the Sishan Mountains once thrived.

As the old man in Ovaqin’s memories said, these poor races are the product of the mage’s failed bloodline experiment. Their rage was created, and the bloodline’s shackles were tortured like a chain of thorns. The soul of every wanderer.

The saddest thing is that Ovakine once worked out a method to suppress the **** rage, but the results still in the experiment are all converted to fly ash with the destruction of the Hoss Mountains, and now I see one by one. Sheephead, Ovaqin always felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Maybe I am too sentimental".

Thinking like this, Ovak chopped up the last Sheephead with a knife.

Although Ovac tastes pain in the inner vortex at this time, the militia shivering on the city wall, the baron who can’t move his head with his eyes wide open, and even the heads of sheep climbing up the city wall People's Aisha is almost stunned.

Fight, no, the slaughter is going on now, only two or three minutes have passed since Owakyn entered the battlefield, and those terrible sheep-headed men who have never been able to live have turned into a place of sheep and sheep all over the battlefield, powerful forces The agitated sand and dust pervaded the town indiscriminately. Even standing in a high place, people could still smell the lingering **** smell in the air.

"This...is this the power of the official powerhouse, I mean, this power is really shocking".

The baron held the knife handle with both hands and swallowed hard. Although he had heard how terrible the official strong men enshrined by the earl family and the lord of the city, he heard that it was not as good as his own eyes. In the "slaughter house", people can truly understand what power represents!

Looking at the baron’s amazement, Aisha smiled and shook her head without saying anything. She couldn’t tell the baron that he was in front of him a master-level strongman, and that the kingdom’s protector was at the level, it was just The fighting power when someone is seriously injured is even that this professional is not a combatant at all. His battles are simply overwhelmed by the power and speed of absolute superiority.

"Okay, my baron, we should go down and clean up the battlefield. Also, I think you’d better get some supplies from your private warehouse as soon as possible. We still have some businessmen who need supplies urgently." ?

Smiling to the baron’s instructions, Aisha jumped down the city wall gently. Although it was said to be a free rescue, after all, he stayed with a group of businessmen for so long. Doesn't it look natural when it's out?

Lightly avoiding the amputated broken pieces of meat on the ground, Aisha ran to Ovakin in a few steps like an elegant kitten.

"Respected strong man, you have to say that you are so powerful, these sheepheads have no resistance at all, and now you are so handsome with blood all over you, I feel like I am about to fall in love with you. "!"

With a joke in her mouth, Aisha jumps around like a cheerful little girl beside Owak, if anyone who is familiar with desert culture will know that the girl’s pace is actually an excessive soul Dances to appease the soul are generally performed only when the girl greets the hero.

However, regardless of whether Ovak knew that the girl in front of him was celebrating himself with a courtesy to greet the hero, his face did not show the slightest joy.

"What's wrong, don't worry if it's food and water problems. I found this baron's warehouse has a lot of supplies. Just a part of it is enough to support the caravan to reach the next city."

Aware of Owak’s more dignified expression, Aisha stopped the dance and questioned anxiously.

"Can the food here support this caravan to go to Wangdu"?

There is no reason for it. Owak suddenly raised such a question that was a little bit headless.

Looking at the teenager’s completely unfamiliar expression, Aisha’s heart suddenly had an ominous hunch. She quickly lowered her voice and replied cautiously:

"If you rush to Wangdu quickly, the supplies will be a little tight~IndoMTL.com~ But... it is not impossible, you can also talk to the leader in charge of changing the itinerary, I think if you put it forward If requested, the team leader will certainly agree."

"Well, then set off as soon as possible, no, it is set off now, we must go to your king capital with the fastest speed, if it is late...it will be too late"!

In an unquestionable manner, Ovaqin almost told Aisha about her decision imperatively.

At this moment, the Black Dragon who has just experienced a battle has no joy at all, because in his soul perception, a person representing danger, hatred, and destruction is quickly approaching in this direction, his own There were too many killings in the battle. In front of the "Master Prophecy Department magic-Death Awareness", such large-scale killings have nothing to hide.

The best option for the Black Dragon now is to escape into the boundless desert alone, but Ovak knows the character of the madman he is facing. Once the caravan is caught up, I am afraid that these will save himself. The desperate merchants couldn’t survive, so without much entanglement, Ovaqin decided to lead these merchants to the capital without a stop, where the master-level protectors of the Waibion ​​Kingdom sit, even Punk. Nor can it be too brazen.

As for this small town.........even Ovain can only pray for the townspeople who have just escaped from the sheepheads.

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