Netheril's Glory Chapter 407

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Chapter 407: Trapped town.

"Damn it, is everyone dead in the hands of these animals today".

Standing on the wall of the town, the blood-stained baron let out an angry roar.

The attacks of the goat heads have always been rapid. Of the three attacked towns, two towns were easily broken. Although these bloodthirsty goat heads have no good equipment, their weapons are just stones. And wooden sticks, but their strength is far beyond that of ordinary humans. A group of sheep heads who are more than two meters tall and generally two or three meters tall are not something remote towns in the desert can resist.

Now, the remaining forces of the three small towns will be gathered in the last hazelnut forest town. The hard-hearted townspeople burned the hazelnut forest oasis on which generations of people depended on fire, relying on the raging fire. , This last small town reluctantly delayed the attack of the sheep head.

But... the flame will not burn forever. When an oasis of wood is burned out, it will go out as quickly as it burns.

The Hazelnut Forest is just a war forest surrounding the town. In fact, after only one afternoon, the fire raging and devouring the wealth of the townspeople and blocking the attack by the sheep heads gradually extinguished.

At this moment, although there is still a bit of sparks in the embers of the forest, the brave sheepheads rushed towards the town without any fear from the ashes. In the eyes of the trembling townspeople, these were painted with war patterns of various colors. The Sheepheads are no different from the evil spirits rushing out of hell. The billowing heat emitted by the ashes of the fire did not hinder them at all, but the spark-filled air stimulated their fury.

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

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

However, it is meaningless to be anxious on the battlefield. An anxious heart will only bring danger to soldiers.

"Bah ah ah ah ah ah"!

Just as the baron’s heart was scorching hot, a sheep-headed man didn’t know when he climbed up the city wall. Now this sheep-headed warrior, who is at least 2.5 meters tall, is shouting a terrible roar at the baron’s hand. The bone stick smashed down.

In desperation, the baron could only instinctively raise the sword in his hand to try to resist, but in front of the blood-stained bone stick, a small long sword looked so small and ridiculous. When the big stick fell, the baron And his long sword will be smashed into pieces by this sheep head. The power of a sheep head is completely beyond the resistance of ordinary humans.

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

Seeing that the bone stick that was bigger than his own head was getting closer, there was only one dazed thought in the Baron's heart at this time.

If nothing else, the barons of the three small towns will die on this blood-stained wall, and then, the whole town will not follow in the footsteps of the baron-the looting of the sheep head is never Those who stay alive, they always like to smash the "prey" into meat and then bring it back to the tribe.

However, just like sudden misfortune, luck is often unexpected.

Just when the baron had closed his eyes and waited for his death, the attack he expected did not come.

The frightened Baron held his eyes opened with the last glimmer of fantasy, and then he swore that he had never had such tears in his eyes for a girl one day.

"As a nobleman, you have to open your eyes to deal with death even if you are facing death. Closing your eyes will only make you look more like a coward, nothing more."

Accompanied by the crisp yelling and cursing was a string of fluttering blood. In front of the Baron, the Sheephead suddenly widened his incredulous eyes, and his head was slipping from his head a little bit. The layer was thick and flexible. The wool with poor armor appeared so fragile at this time. They even took the bones, blood vessels, and muscles of the sheep's head with a single cut. The cut wounds were so neat that the sheep'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 next to him wiping the dagger. At this time, the girl with wheat-colored skin was like an elf under the moonlight-agile and elegant.

Obviously, the people appearing here are naturally Aisha who followed Ovakin to rescue others.

"Don't be grateful to me, these two things are nothing at all, and there is a more powerful one below who is your true savior."

With a kind smile, Aisha once again harvested the lives of at least three sheep heads while speaking to the baron. Aisha shuttled in the shadows like butterflies dancing among the flowers, even in the dark night, that This kind of light posture, clean and neat technique, and the unbridled killing is still performed by the girl with a kind of beauty of dancing.

"But just this is not enough. Although the trainee-level warriors of the sheep's heads and the trainee-level rangers in the town are all gone, for a while, those ordinary sheep's heads may not be able to come and go freely as a stalker, but... the sheep's head There are too many people, and the killing efficiency of the two apprentice-level professionals may not be able to kill the bloodthirsty sheepheads before the sheepheads invade the small town and massacre them."

Thinking of the astonishing number of sheep heads charging together, the baron’s eyes dimmed once again. The support of the two professionals can protect himself and a small group of townspeople, but most of the townspeople still can’t survive. It will also be destroyed, and all the wealth of her family will disappear... Unless, what this girl calls the "more powerful savior" is really so powerful that one person slaughters the entire army of sheep heads.

"How is this possible? At least a formal level of strength is needed to achieve that level. How can such a big man come to such a remote town."

Holding the last glimmer of hope and the last touch of despair, the Baron looked down the city wall.

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

He saw a scene that he couldn't even dream of!

I saw that the three towns that were chasing and killing the militia squad were slaughtered like sheep heads who were killing chickens and chasing dogs. Now they are actually being slaughtered!

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

I saw a black-haired young man raging in the sheep’s head army, wherever he passed, the sand and dust were turned into blood fog with the blood of the sheep’s head, and the broken limbs and wreckage flew into the air. The speed of killing and marching was too fast. In the Baron’s eyes, this young man even turned into a bloody storm. All the sheep heads involved in it were shattered like they were stuffed into a meat grinder, even if those who didn’t know No matter how the fearful crazy sheepheads hit the tornado of killing, the super-efficient whirlwind of killing showed no sign of stopping.

"This this……"

The baron grabbed the wall with his hands and couldn't speak. He had to say that the ups and downs he experienced during this period were really...exciting!

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