The situation of war is always changing rapidly, and no one can predict which side the balance of victory will fall in the next second until the result is completely divided, especially in this world where the strong are respected, a strong man who suddenly arrives, a professional who breaks through the battle, and a high-level magic equipment can turn the balance of war in an instant.

And now, Ovacin is undoubtedly subverting a war, a war that the sheep-headed should have won.

You know, there are few professionals in the team of the sheep-headed people now, and the only trainee-level leader has died together with the trainee-level rangers enshrined in the town, on the other hand, at this moment, Ovacin - although he was seriously injured, but Ovacin is still a black dragon, even if he temporarily loses his ability to cast spells, even if he becomes a human form, Ovacin, who is essentially a young black dragon, still has the strength and speed that is not inferior to that of a full-level warrior.

The result was a one-sided slaughter, and a few hundred sheepheads were nothing in the face of Ovacin's power, perhaps these tall and savage sheep-headed warriors could easily defeat three times their own number of ordinary militiamen, but when they met a truly strong man, the bloody wind of slaughter would make even the most violent sheep-headed people fearful.

Holding a blood-stained enchanted dagger in hand, Ovac easily split all the enemies in front of him in half, and although he made the blood boil of the spectators on the city wall by killing all the way here, he didn't think there was anything interesting about such a killing for Ovac himself, who was slaughtering.

Watching these sheep-headed men rush forward with blood-red eyes and fearless death, Ovacin almost sighed deeply and slashed at them, these raging sheep-headed men reminded the black dragon of the half-dragons who once thrived in the Hoth Mountains.

As the old man in Ovacin's memories said, these poor races were the product of the mage's failed bloodline experiments, and their rage was created, and the shackles of the bloodline tormented the soul of every wanderer like a chain full of thorns.

The saddest thing is that Ovacin once researched a way to suppress the bloodline rage, but the results of those experiments have been turned into ashes with the destruction of the Hoth Mountains, and now seeing the sheep-headed people who pounced one by one, Ovacin always felt empty and uncomfortable.

"Maybe I'm too sentimental."

With that in mind, Ovac slashed the last living sheep-headed man with a single sword.

At this time, although Ovac was still savoring the pain in his inner whirlpool, the militia trembling on the city wall, the baron with wide eyes and unable to turn his head, and even Aishako, who was still cleaning up a few sheep-headed people who had climbed the city wall, were almost stunned.

The battle, no, the slaughter had been going on until now, and only two or three minutes had passed since Ovac entered the battlefield, and those terrible sheep-headed people had turned into haggis all over the battlefield, and the sand and dust stirred up by the powerful force filled the town wantonly, and even from a high place, people could still smell the lingering smell of blood in the air.

"This ...... Is this the power of a full-level powerhouse, I mean, it's just shocking."

The baron swallowed a mouthful of saliva vigorously as he held the hilt of his sword with both hands, although he had heard how terrifying the formal-level powerhouses of those earl families and city lords worshipped, but it was better to hear than to see with his own eyes, only by being in the midst of a "slaughterhouse" caused by slaughter, people could truly understand what power represented!

Looking at the baron's surprised appearance, Aisha smiled and shook her head and didn't say anything, she couldn't tell the baron that in front of him was a master-level powerhouse, and he was at the level of the kingdom's protector powerhouse, this was just the combat power when someone was seriously injured, and even this professional was not a fighter at all, his battle was just a simple use of absolute superior strength and speed to crush.

"Alright, my lord, it's time for us to go down and clear the battlefield, and I think you'd better get some supplies out of your personal storehouse, we still have some merchant brothers in need of supplies?"

After smiling and instructing the baron, Aisha jumped off the city wall lightly, although it was said that it was a gratuitous rescue, but after all, he had been with a group of merchants for so long, and it seemed natural to do this kind of thing with Entu, didn't it?

Deftly avoiding the severed flesh that was still wriggling on the ground, Aisha ran to Owakin like an elegant kitten.

"Dear powerhouse, I have to say that you are really amazing, these sheep-headed people have no ability to resist at all, and now you look very handsome like this, I feel like I'm about to fall in love with you!"

Talking about jokes, Aisha dances around Owakin like a jovial little girl, and if you are familiar with desert culture, you will know that the steps of girls are actually a kind of war dance that soothes the soul beyond the soul, and is usually performed only when girls greet heroes.

However, whether or not Ovac knew that the girl in front of him was celebrating himself with the etiquette of welcoming a hero, his face did not show the slightest joy.

"What's the matter, don't worry if it's a matter of food and water, I found out that this baron's warehouse has a lot of reserves. Just a part of it will be enough to support the caravan to reach the next city."

Noticing Ovac's increasingly solemn expression, Aisha stopped dancing and asked with some concern.

"Will the food here be enough to support this caravan to rush to the royal capital?"

For no reason, Ovac suddenly asked such a somewhat headless question.

Seeing that the young man was not joking at all, Aisha's heart suddenly had a little foreboding, and she quickly lowered her voice and replied cautiously:

"If you rush to the royal capital quickly, the supplies will be slightly tight, but ...... It's not impossible, you can also talk to the team leader about changing the itinerary, I think if it is your request, the team leader will definitely agree."

"Well, then hurry up, no, it's now, we must go to your royal capital as fast as possible, if it's too late...... It's too late"!

Acting unquestionable, Ovac told Aisha of his decision almost imperatively.

At this moment, the black dragon who had just experienced a battle did not have the slightest joy, because in his soul perception, a person representing danger, hatred, and destruction was already rapidly approaching in this direction, and his own battle had set off too many killings, and in the face of the "master-level prophecy spell - death perception", such a large-scale killing had nothing to hide.

The best choice for the current black dragon is actually to escape into the boundless desert alone, but Ovac knows the character of the madman he is facing, once this caravan is caught up, then I am afraid that these merchants who saved their lives will not survive, so there is not much entanglement, Ovac decided to lead these merchants to the royal capital non-stop, where there is a master protector of the Whibien Kingdom, even the punk can't be too unscrupulous.

As for the town............ Even Ovacin could only pray for the townsfolk who had just escaped from the sheepheads.