"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep…"
With the Nightmare Fire Bomb as a light source, over thirty barrier lamps illuminated the entire vast barrier chamber or, so to say, "Blood Race Factory."
Following Tuck's count,
All the Blood Race, Sheep below shivered violently.
These Blood Race members ranged from experienced individuals at level 35 to fledgelings at level 12 who were just starting.
All of them had been transformed into sheep by the evil human wizard standing before them.
In the fairy tales of their Blood Race, human wizards were always depicted as the embodiment of evil, shamelessness, greed, and ugliness.
Eventually, they would be defeated by the brave members of the Blood Race, who would then turn them into blood servants.
The Blood Race were always the ultimate victors.
And humans would meet their downfall.
But today, the story seemed a bit different.
A bit... more real.
And a bit... more cruel.
"A total of 35 sheep."
