Town, raid, sheep's head! These three keywords have a very unusual place among all the caravans of the desert.

Towns represent the lifeblood of caravans, and there are often large gaps between cities in the desert, and a group of ordinary people usually can't travel between cities only by carrying supplies, and the small towns next to the small oases are undoubtedly the supply stations for these caravans, where the giant camels can remember the location of these towns, and the merchants can replenish food and water in these towns.

The sheep-headed people, on behalf of barbarism, blood, and brutality, these semi-intelligent races that have settled in the desert for generations have always disliked to produce their own food, and there are generally only two ways for them to obtain survival materials - hunting, and robbing humans, and they have always been insatiable in looting, for the sheep-headed people, paying tolls and sustainable development are non-existent, and the caravans that have been plundered by the sheep-headed people often even bring goods and camels will be taken away and eaten.

The meaning of the word attack is very obvious when there are enough people in number, and if you don't get it right, a town will be destroyed because of the attack, and because it is extremely difficult to travel in the desert, even if you meet a conscientious lord who is willing to send troops to rescue, most of the time the cavalry who arrive can only see the ruins of a burned town.

And now, the merchants sent by the caravan to the town to negotiate the cost of the garrison came back with news that the sheep had attacked the town, and that one attack was on the three towns around an oasis if they were to be captured............

Thinking of this, the merchants couldn't help but feel chills, in this vast desert, there are at least two weeks to travel to the next oasis, and the drinking water carried by everyone is only enough for three days, the most terrifying thing is that this is not the end, and there is a team of sheep-headed people who are eyeing themselves to kill them.

"What to do, those three towns must be finished, we can't get supplies and water, we're all finished"

"Damn, that mage's apprentice's prophecy didn't lie, I shouldn't have come out to sell any salt, I'm going to die of thirst in the desert."

"No, that's not true, it must be that scout who is lying to us, how can the sheep-headed people have the ability to capture three towns............"

"Damn sheep-headed people, they don't let us have a way to live, so we just fight with them"

At this critical moment, the merchants in the caravan have vented their emotions in different ways, including cowardly and complaining desperate people, self-deceptive and unwilling to accept reality, and of course, there are brave and unscrupulous people.

"Enough, my head is big with the noisy and noisy, and those who dare to run this desert trade route are not ready to save their lives, and now the sheep-headed people have not been killed."

Seeing that his team was showing signs of chaos, the general leader who secretly screamed bad immediately shouted, and at the same time, he also pulled out the long knife at his waist, and at this time, the general leader with fast muscles on his body looked less like a businessman, but more like a bandit who robbed houses.

However, it was this loud sound of drawing the sword that the general leader succeeded in calming the caravan with a tendency to riot again.

Viciously looking around at the merchants, the general leader stood on the high platform used for the performance and roared with all his might:

"All of them have been paid attention to me, if you want to survive in this desert, you can't be afraid of any damn sheep-headed people, now the previous oasis is a full three weeks away from us, and if you want to bypass the town ahead, you will all die of thirst, tell me, do you want to die of thirst in the desert, just like the dried corpses we saw"!

The general leader is worthy of being a powerful person who can lead a caravan to travel merchants, and his courage at the critical moment is still very sufficient, and in his roar, the merchants' desire to survive has been ignited.

"No, we don't want to be dried corpses".

"Made, fight with those damn sheepheads."

"It's all death anyway, and I'm not afraid of anything."

For a while, the people in the caravan were enthusiastic.

"Then what are you waiting for, are the other scimitars on your waists burning sticks, pull out the knives for me, now we are on the road, the scout said that the hazelnut grove town is still resisting, and our more than 100 people can also top a militia team, let's go and meet the local militia first, and then take the town's supplies to fight a bloody road"!

The rough and loud voice sounded hoarse but also inspiring, in such encouragement, the merchants present were also forced to draw their swords one by one and shouted loudly, these shouting melodies sound chaotic but quite rhythmic, legend has it that this is a very ancient warrior battle song, shouting loudly according to such a rhythm can make the enemy frightened!

Seeing that a group of merchants were not only not cowardly and frightened, but they actually mustered up the courage to take out their swords and plan to attack, even Ovacin was a little dumbfounded:

"They're really merchants? that's not what I've seen."

Aisha, who was standing next to Ovacin, had a surprised expression:

"Of course they are merchants, at least when they are doing business, but if there is "big business", I don't think these "merchants" will mind making a cameo appearance as a desert bandit, after all, it is not easy to survive in this desert, and it is understandable that they have a strong temperament, right?"

With a wild smile on Ovacin, Aisha also drew the short blade on her waist and shouted with the merchants who had turned into bandits, it was clear that as a mercenary in the team, Aisha must not stay out of the situation.

Looking at the energetic appearance of the girl in front of him, Ovac could only shrug helplessly and shook his head, although he wanted to leave the caravan, but before he had the ability to release the prophecy spell, Ovac had to at least get enough supplies, otherwise as a dragon that needed a lot of food and water, it would not be a joke to get lost in this barren desert.

And now, the town that could have been resupplied has been attacked, and Ovacin can't ignore it, whether it's for profit or the kindness of a professional in a good and orderly camp.

Finally, with a wry smile in his heart, Ovacin could only take out a handicraft sword from the storage ring and raise it high.

"Huhe............he

The powerful shouts echoed in the silent desert, listening to the ancient and barbaric trumpet in his ears, the corners of Ovacin's eyes unconsciously flashed a trace of tears, at this time, he once again remembered the half-dragon tribe in his childhood memories, and remembered that the half-dragons also had similar shouts and encouragement when they went out hunting, but the thick voice of the half-dragons sang war songs much more than the low roar of hundreds of humans.