"Damn, do all of us die at the hands of these animals today?"

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

Although this group of bloodthirsty sheep-headed people has no good equipment, and their weapons are only stones and wooden sticks, their strength is far beyond that of ordinary humans, and a group of sheep-headed people who are more than two meters tall and generally two or three meters tall are really not able to withstand remote towns in the desert.

Now, the last remaining troops of the three towns will be gathered in the last hazelnut grove town, and the ruthless townspeople have burned down the hazelnut forest oasis that have depended on them for generations, and with the roaring fire, this last town can barely delay the sheep-headed attack.

But...... The flame doesn't burn forever, and when the woods of an oasis are burned out, it will go out as quickly as it burns.

The Hazelnut Grove was just a war forest that surrounded the town, and in fact, after only one afternoon, the fire that burned and devoured the wealth of the townspeople and held back the attack of the sheep-headed people was gradually extinguished.

At this moment, although there was still a little spark in the embers of the forest, the brave sheep-headed people rushed towards the town without fear of stepping on the ashes, and in the eyes of the trembling townspeople, these sheep-headed people covered in various colors of paint war patterns were like evil spirits rushing out of hell, and the billowing heat emitted by the ashes of the fire did not hinder them in the slightest, but the air filled with sparks stimulated their rage.

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

Seeing that the sheep-headed man had already killed half of the militia and rushed to the city wall, the baron, whose heart was dripping blood, couldn't help but be so anxious that his eyes were bloodshot.

However, there is no point in being anxious on the battlefield, an anxious heart will only bring danger to the warrior.

"Bah, ah, ah!

Just when the baron's heart was in a hurry, a sheep-headed man did not know when to climb the city wall, and now this sheep-headed warrior, who was at least two and a half meters tall, was bursting out with a terrible roar and smashing the bone stick in his hand at the baron.

In desperation, the baron could only instinctively raise the long 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 down, the baron and his long sword will be smashed into pieces by this sheep-headed man, the strength of a sheep-headed man is not at all ordinary human beings can resist.

"It's over, it's going to die"!

Seeing the bone rod that was bigger than his own head getting closer and closer, there was only one stunned thought left in the baron's heart at this time.

If nothing else, the barons of the three towns will die on the blood-stained walls, and the whole town will not follow in the footsteps of the barons - the sheep-headed people never leave a living place to loot, and they always like to smash their "prey" into a pulp and bring it back to the tribe.

However, just like sudden misfortune, luck often comes unexpectedly.

Just when the baron had closed his eyes and was waiting to die, the attack he had expected was delayed.

The frightened baron opened his eyes with the last shred of illusion, and then he swore that he had never shed such tears to a girl for a day.

"As a nobleman, you have to deal with it with your eyes wide open even in the face of death, and closing your eyes will only make you look more like a coward, that's all."

Accompanied by a crisp scolding was a string of fluttering blood flowers, in front of the baron, the sheep-headed man's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, and his head was slipping off his head little by little, the thick and flexible wool was no worse than the soft armor at this time, they even carried the sheep-headed man's bones, blood vessels, and muscles were cut off with a knife, and the cut wounds were so neat that the sheep-headed man's head could continue to stay on the neck for a while.

Turning his head almost mechanically, the stunned baron looked at the girl standing next to him wiping the dagger, and at this time, the wheat-skinned girl looked like an elf on a moonlit night—agile and graceful.

Obviously, the person who appeared here now was naturally Aisha who had come to save people with Ovacin.

"Don't be grateful to me, I'm nothing at all, and there's a more powerful one below you who is your real savior."

With a kind smile, Aisha spoke to the baron while reaping the lives of at least three sheep-headed people again, Aisha shuttled in the shadows like a butterfly dancing among the flowers, even in the darkless night, that kind of light posture, clean and neat technique, and killing without dragging the mud and water were still performed by the girl to perform a kind of dance beauty.

"But that's not enough, although the sheep-headed apprentice-level warriors and the town's apprentice-level rangers have died together, and for a while, those ordinary sheep-headed people may not be able to help a stalker who comes and goes freely, but...... There are too many sheep-headed people, and the killing efficiency of the two apprentice-level professionals may not be able to kill the bloodthirsty sheep-headed people before the sheep-headed people invade the town and massacre."

The Baron's eyes darkened again at the thought of the staggering number of sheep-headed men charging together, the support of the two professionals could protect himself and a small number of townspeople, but most of the townspeople would still not survive, and the town would be completely destroyed, and all his family's wealth would be gone............ Unless, the "more powerful savior" that the girl spoke of is really powerful enough to slaughter an entire army of sheep-headed people by one person.

"How is this possible? It takes at least formal-level strength to achieve that level, how could such a big man come to such a remote town."

With the last glimmer of hope and the last glimmer of despair, the baron looked beneath the walls.

In the next second, the baron's eyes, which had been sullen just now, widened instantly.

He saw a scene he never dreamed of!

I saw that the three towns that were chasing and killing were full of fart, and the slaughter of the militia squad was like a sheep-headed man who killed chickens and dogs, and now they were actually being slaughtered!

That's right, it's a massacre, and in the baron's opinion such a battle can only be called a massacre!

I saw a black-haired boy wreaking havoc in the army of sheep-headed people, all the places he passed, the sand and dust were accompanied by the blood of the sheep-headed people turned into blood mist, and the severed limbs and wreckage flew into the air together, due to the killing and marching speed, in the baron's opinion, the young man even turned into a blood-colored storm, and all the sheep-headed people who were involved in it were like being stuffed into a meat grinder, even if those fearless crazy sheep-headed people hit the killing tornado, the ultra-efficient slaughter whirlwind showed no signs of stopping。

"This ...... This ......"

The baron clung to the side of the city wall with both hands and was speechless, and it had to be said that the ups and downs he had been subjected to during this time were really ...... It's so exciting!