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Chapter 406: Shout.
Towns, raids, sheep heads! These three keywords have an extremely unusual position among all the caravans in the desert.
Cities and towns represent the lifeline of caravans. There are often large gaps between cities in turbulent deserts. A group of ordinary people can’t usually travel between cities only with the supplies they carry, and one by one is in the small oasis next to the small oasis. The town is undoubtedly the supply station for these caravans. The Kyoung Camel can remember its location in these towns, and the merchants can replenish food and water in these towns.
Sheepheads represent barbarism, blood, and cruelty. These semi-intelligent races who have settled in the desert for generations do not like to produce food by themselves. Generally, there are only two ways for them to obtain supplies for survival-hunting and robbing humans, and they Looting has always been insatiable. For the sheep's heads, paying tolls and sustainable development are non-existent. The caravans looted by the sheep's heads are often taken away and eaten by people with goods and camels.
After the existence of the two keywords of sheep heads and towns, the meaning of the word attack is very obvious. When the number of sheep heads is large enough, they will also attack human cities and towns. If one fails, there will be a small town. It was destroyed because of the attack, and because it was extremely difficult to travel in the desert, even if a conscientious lord was willing to send troops to rescue, most of the time the cavalry who arrived would only see a burnt-down town ruin.
And now, when the caravan dispatched merchants to the town to discuss the cost of staying in the town, they came back with news that the sheepheads had 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 feeling cold all over. In this vast desert, it would take at least two weeks to travel to the next oasis, but the drinking water that everyone carried was only enough for three days. The terrible thing is that this is not over yet, and there is a team of sheep heads who are eagerly killing themselves.
"What to do, those three towns must be finished, we can't get supplies and water, we are all finished"
"Damn, the prophecy of that master apprentice is not deceiving, I shouldn't sell any salt, now I'm dying of thirst in the desert."
"No, this is not true, it must be the scout who is lying to us, how can the sheepheads have the ability to capture three towns..."
"Damn sheepheads, they don't let us have a way to survive, so let's fight with them."
At this critical moment, the merchants in the caravan have used different ways to vent their emotions. Among them are the cowardly and desperate, some who deceive themselves and refuse to accept the reality, and of course there are those who are brave and enthusiastic. For a time, the businessmen who were still singing and dancing in the last second are all showing the world.
"Enough, noisy and yelling, my head is big. Haven't the people who dared to run this desert business road be prepared to lose their lives? Now the sheep head hasn't been killed yet."
Seeing signs of confusion in his team, the team leader who secretly called badly immediately shouted. At the same time, he also drew a long knife from his waist. At this time, the team leader who was full of muscles looked like Not like a businessman, but more like a bandit who robbed the house.
However, it was precisely this loud sound of drawing swords that the leader succeeded in calming down the caravan that tends to be riotous again.
Looking around the businessmen fiercely, the team leader stood on the high stage for the performance and uttered an angry roar with the greatest strength:
"Take my attention to everything. If you want to live in this desert, you can't be afraid of some damn Sheephead. Now the previous oasis is a full three-week journey away from us. If you want to bypass the town in front of you, it's all. End of thirst, tell me, do you want to die of thirst in the desert, just like the corpses we saw?"
The team leader deserves to be a powerful figure who can lead a caravan trader. His courage at the critical moment is still very sufficient. In his roar, the merchants' desire to survive has been ignited.
"No, we don't want to become corpses."
"Mad, fight those damn sheepheads."
"It's all death anyway, I'm not afraid of anything anymore."
All of a sudden, the people in the caravan were enthusiastic.
"What are you waiting for? Are the other scimitars on your waist a fire stick? Pull out the knives for me. Now we are on the road. The scout said that the town of Hazel Grove is still resisting. We are more than a hundred people. We can also top a militia team. Let's meet the local militia first, and then take the town's supplies to fight a bloody way"!
The rough and loud voice sounds hoarse, but it is also inspiring. With this encouragement, all the businessmen present can't wait to drew out their swords and shouted. The melody of these shouts sounded messy but rather rhythmic. Feeling, it is said that this is the battle song of a very old warrior, and shouting loudly in accordance with this rhythm can make the enemy frighten!
Seeing that a group of businessmen not only didn't have the cowardly frightened fart, they actually mustered up the courage to take out their swords and plan to attack, even Ovakin was a little dumbfounded:
"They are really businessmen? The businessmen I have met are not like this."
Aisha, who was standing next to Ovakin, had an unpleasant expression:
"Of course they are businessmen, at least when they do business, but if there is a "big business", I think these "businessmen" would not mind a cameo on the desert bandit, after all, it is not easy to survive in this desert. It’s understandable to have a tough temperament, isn’t it?"
With a wild and charming smile on Ovakin, 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, Ai Sha must not stay out of the matter.
Seeing the energetic look of the girl in front of him, Ovakin shrugged helplessly and shook his head. Although he wanted to leave the caravan, Ovakin had to at least get it before he could release the spell of the prophecy. Enough supplies are enough, otherwise, as a dragon that needs a lot of food and water, getting lost in this deserted desert is not a joke.
And now, the town that could have been supplied has been attacked, and Ovakin couldn't ignore it regardless of the interests or the kindness of a kind and lawful camp professional.
Finally, there was a bitter smile in his heart, and Ovakin could only take out a handicraft long sword from the storage ring and held it high.
"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhah
The vigorous cry echoed in the silent desert. Listening to the ancient savage chant in his ear, Ovakin’s eyes burst into tears unconsciously. At this moment, he remembered again. The half-dragon tribe in childhood memories remember that the half-dragons also had similar shouts and encouragement when they went out hunting, but the thick voices of the half-dragons who sang war hymns were much more passionate than hundreds of human growlings.
End of this Chapter
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