Netheril’s Brilliance

The situation of war is always changing rapidly. Before the results are completely resolved, 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 comes. , 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 now few professionals in the Sheephead team. 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 Waqin 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 strength 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 sheep heads are nothing at all. Perhaps these tall and barbaric sheep head warriors can easily defeat three times the number. For their own ordinary militia, but when they meet a truly strong man, the **** wind of slaughter will make even the most violent sheephead scared.

Holding a blood-stained enchanted knife, 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, but for Ovaki who was slaughtering For himself, he didn't think there was anything interesting about this killing.

Seeing these sheepheads rushing forward with blood-red eyes, Ovakin almost sighed deeply while slashing over. These violent sheepheads reminded the black dragon of the Hoss Mountains. 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. 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 rushing up. People, Ovakin always feels empty and uncomfortable.

"Maybe I am too sentimental."

Thinking of 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 cleaning up the love of several 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 haggard all over the battlefield, aroused by powerful forces. Sand and dust arbitrarily filled the surrounding town, even standing at a 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 how terrifying the official-level powerhouses enshrined by the earl family and the city lord, he had not heard it as well as he had seen it with his own eyes. In the field, people can 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 is a master-level powerhouse, and he is in the same rank as the kingdom’s protector of the country. This is just a serious injury. 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.

"Well, 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"?

After smiling to the baron, Aisha gently jumped off the wall. Although she had said it was a free rescue, she had stayed with a group of businessmen for so long after all, and she had done 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's food and water issues. I found that the baron's warehouse has a lot of reserves. Just dividing 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 raised such a question that was a little bit endless.

Seeing the boy's expression without joking at all, Aisha suddenly felt a little ominous premonition in her heart. She quickly lowered her voice and answered cautiously:

"If you rush to the capital quickly, the supplies will be a bit tight~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But... it is not impossible. You can also talk to the team leader about changing the schedule. I think if it is your request If you do, the team leader will definitely agree."

"Well, let's set off quickly, 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 indisputable appearance, Ovakin told Aisha of her decision almost imperatively.

At this moment, the black dragon who has just gone through 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 impossible to hide.

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 is facing. Once the 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.

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