Lord of the Oasis

"Ow—"

A wolf howl with hoarseness and hatred appeared at the salt mine.

The head of the gnoll pirate leader, with a face full of scars, with anger of exodus.

They personally carried supplies around the Devil's Zone, and went from the coast of Mannheim to the southern part of the Nalen Desert. They didn't find a team to support them, nor did they find a camp that should have been established.

This made them almost exhausted, and endless killing intent poured out of their hearts.

Traveling all the way and sticking to it is not easy.

The water in the water bag has long since been drank, and what is currently contained in it is stinky urine, but even this kind of filth that would vomit after drinking it on weekdays, and would be spurned by any civilized high-level gnoll, has become them. Guarantee of present life.

Because the supply has reached a desperate point of depletion.

The vast sand dunes, do not know which will become their graves.

"there is a problem."

The leading pirate leader stopped howling, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He lowered his head and swept across the white bones scattered on the ground, looking at the tooth marks, the claws covered with gray fluff stepped on it, and stepped on it with great force, and the slender leg bones shattered into bone scum with a light "click".

The other gnoll pirates gathered around one after another.

With a grim look on his face.

Since they were dispatched to the southern part of the Naron Desert, they were ready to die.

But not suffocated and died of lack of water.

The pirate leader looked down at the sand dunes, where the road marks were clearly trampled. He pulled out his two-handed tomahawk on his back and roared in a hoarse voice due to lack of water: "Go to that low-level Gnoll tribe, we Will get clear well water with my battle axe, and... a lot of cannon fodder rushing ahead of us!"

"Ow—"

An almost beastly howl of despair came from the throats of the gnolls.

They are ready.

Since the warrior team dispatched in advance,

Unexpectedly.

In this extreme situation, the camp prepared for them was destroyed, and the bodies were eaten by these uncivilized and low-level gnolls in the desert as food. Obviously, there was an irreversible conflict between the two sides.

"let's go."

The pirate chief led the way and walked down the dunes.

The gnoll pirates behind him followed.

Many people took out the water sac in their arms, which was quite shriveled and obviously did not have much stock left, but for the next trek, they still pulled off the stopper and let the stinky liquid inside pour into the stomach along the thirsty throat. inside.

The hideous look on everyone's face became more and more intense.

They came to the southern part of the Narun Desert in order to conquer the human kingdom and establish colonies dominated by higher gnolls, not for fun and easy outings.

A full set of chainmail and a two-handed axe is a must for an expedition.

So they don't have much food and water in stock.

This is also the reason why, after the Greymane Kingdom was unable to contact Asage, a new team of elite gnoll warriors was immediately dispatched, in order to be the first to establish a camp to receive the follow-up troops.

After all, this trek will last a full 30 days.

Also carry heavy weapons and equipment, as well as personal supplies around the dangerous and hot Devil's Land.

Reaching the salt mine has reached the limit.

as they are now.

According to the plan, the pre-arrived elite team will establish a good camp.

And established an alliance with the gnoll shaman with the same wisdom in the largest low-level gnoll tribe. After waiting for the arrival of the real expeditionary force, they will be incorporated into the cannon fodder force and become a stepping stone for the advanced gnoll to attack the human kingdom. It's perfect, and a lot of things are taken into account.

I just didn't expect it, and there was still an accident.

After a day and a night.

300 gnoll pirates dragged their extremely tired bodies to the lower gnoll tribes that existed on the map.

But they looked at the flat desert in front of them with surprise and puzzlement in their eyes.

The entire flat sandy ground is full of ashes left by burning, charred corpses are all over the ruins, and they even saw a lot of gnawed bone fragments.

Those low-level gnolls do not shy away from taking the same kind as food.

"How is this going."

There was astonishment in the eyes of the pirate leader.

The anger that had already fought and killed all these low-level gnolls quickly dissipated like a sand tower washed away by the waves, only the despair and unbelief that came from the bottom of my heart.

The result that had been definitely obtained was not at all what they imagined. In order to resist their enslavement, these low-level gnolls brazenly killed their elite teams and expedition caravans.

What they deduced turned out to be wrong!

"This..." The elite gnoll pirates were also looking at the messy ruins in front of them in horror.

Their drinking water has been completely depleted.

Including fishy urine.

Even after drinking water, they couldn't urinate much, because the heat in the Naron desert had already caused the water in their bodies to evaporate with sweat, and it would not turn into urine at all, but into a life-saving liquid.

"Ow..."

But in the ruins not far away, there was an uneasy howl.

At the same time, at the bottom of the ground, a group of low-level gnolls covered in mud and sand emerged from the potholes. Looking at the more than 300 high-level gnolls with strong physique in their eyes, they let out a low howl like a beast. .

It's like warning, and declaring one's own territorial sovereignty.

"Lower races."

The pirate chief cursed in a low voice in the language of a gnoll.

"Then... look at those guys' chins!" But the gnoll pirate behind it sounded a little excited: "Leader, look at those damned inferior races, they seem to have drank water!"

Many gnoll pirates pulled out the big axes with both hands behind their backs.

One is short of breath.

Even the pirate leader, his eyes saw the low-level gnoll who had drilled out of the pothole. The gray fur on his body was wet, and water droplets were still dripping from his chin and neck.

Obviously, these low-level gnolls just drank water.

"Roar--"

The pirate leader's eyes were instantly scarlet, full of hideous meaning.

Letting out a roar, it rushed over with its subordinates quickly, scaring the dozen or so low-level gnolls to wailing in fear and fleeing towards the surrounding sand dunes, just like cowards.

These gnoll pirates don't care about these lower races.

In their view, these low-level gnolls should be afraid of them.

When I came to the pothole, there were scattered sand and stones everywhere.

In the pit, it has been dug down by the claws to a depth of nearly 7 meters. At the bottom, the sun shines in, and you can clearly see that a small water source is seeping out of the basin-sized puddle.

But it is indeed water.

To live!

The already extremely thirsty Gnoll pirate leader jumped straight down and gulps down the little fresh water at the bottom. His eyes were extremely ferocious, but he didn't drink for too long.

Returning to the top, it roared in a low voice: "Everyone drink three sips, fast!"

There wasn't much fresh water underneath that was clogged with sand.

It is estimated that each person can only drink three sips.

It's even lacking.

In the end, the water in the deep pit was only wet sand, but even this was stuffed into the mouth by some pirates who had not drunk enough water, in order to absorb the water that the body desperately needed.

If you don't drink water, these higher gnolls will all die of thirst.

"In the end what happened."

The gnoll leader couldn't help muttering to himself.

It looked around at the still pitch-black ruins, apparently burnt by fire.

The mouth is still thirsty, but its emotions are extremely complicated, and there is even fear in its eyes: "Could it be that those human kingdoms have already discovered our plan?"

The gnoll pirates beside it were silent.

After drinking water, they have now lost the desperation they used to be desperate at any time.

Instead, there is more desire to live.

Nobody really wants to die.

But they all understand that it is impossible for them to return to the coast of Mannheim now. They have lost their supplies and have no capital to go back at all. I am afraid they will lose this water source. All pirates who come here will be killed within three days. They will all die of thirst, even if their talent makes them endure.

Without water, one would die of thirst, the fundamental element of life.

"Sentry Oasis, let's go there."

The pirate leader opened his mouth slowly, looked to the south, and said solemnly: "We will rest here for a day, and then we will go to the south. It has been pointed out on the map that there is an oasis with spring water, and desert antelopes can help us. as food."

The gnoll pirate behind him was extremely moved.

They have all heard of this point on the map, and it is also where the expeditionary force will build an outpost in the future.

But now they have lost their spirits.

Physical strength is almost exhausted.

Only by relying on this excavated puddle, each person can obtain a small amount of water, or fill his own water bladder, can he support his mental and physical strength, and reach the sentry oasis after walking for three days.

They are not physically strong enough to travel in the desert at the fastest speed.

There was madness in the eyes of this gnoll pirate leader.

I have made up my mind.

Even in the sentry oasis, when human troops appear, it will bring its own subordinates, just like in the sea of ​​​​stars, to easily slaughter those who are extremely weak in melee combat.

On the decks of merchant ships, humans are no match for them.

Now came to the land where gnolls are best at.

It believes that even if its subordinates lose their combat effectiveness due to lack of water, they are not comparable to those weak humans, and they will easily win!

"Ow—"

The howls of wolves echoed through the surrounding sand dunes, with the vague language and desperation of the lowly gnoll, and the words of a beast that didn't know what to say.

Low-level gnolls do not have words and languages, and their vocalization is much higher than that of beasts.

"This group of inferior races."

After the pirate leader's eyes looked at the surrounding sand dunes, the low-level gnoll timidly poked his head out, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth: "Ready-made cannon fodder."