Lord of the Oasis Chapter 138: .Tragic cannibalism

Arrow towers and ramparts, Veyrian archers and Swadian crossbowmen are ready to shoot.

The long bow is drawn into a full moon, the crossbow is taut, and the iron diamond-shaped arrows of the feather and crossbow have been pointed at the bottom of the city wall, opposite the 30-meter-wide small lake. A lowly gnoll rushing to drink water.

The splash of water, the roar of werewolves fighting for their place.

There are also anxious howls of not drinking water.

Noisy outside the lake is like a vegetable market, but it is silent on the city walls and arrow towers.

Everyone is waiting for orders.

Kant's order.

He stood on the top floor of the Consultative Hall, but moved from the north side to the west side, standing behind the concave-convex style arrow retaining wall, quietly watching those who had lost control and were ignoring the neatness of the formation, wantonly Low-level gnolls vying for water.

Especially when I saw that they were fighting each other with mace for drinking water, I wanted to laugh a little.

"This is our enemy."

The corners of Kant's mouth twitched into a smile, seemingly mocking and disdainful.

But in the depths of his eyes, there was a cold winter-like indifference, which made his teeth clenched tightly, and his voice seemed to come out between his teeth: "This joke is too funny. ."

Fatis and Manid's faces are equally unsightly.

It's been a busy day.

Carefully for fear of something going wrong.

Even the most important agricultural foundation at present, the 5 acres of date palm forests have all been cut down.

In exchange for now.

A group of messy, low-level gnolls with no tactics at all, kneeling by the lake and drinking water, they don't care about the crossbowmen on the city wall in front of them, they only know that they are getting thirsty. Smoking throats and frantically filling their stomachs with lake water are their pursuits.

They are not troops at all, let alone soldiers.

It's just a group of people who fled here and met humble beggars who wanted to live.

It feels like a waste of arrows when ordered to shoot!

More low-level gnolls broke away from the already impetuous queue and ran over in a hurry, stuffed their heads in the lake water, drinking the cold lake water with big gulps, their stomachs were very round, and they didn't Willing to give way to the gnoll behind.

Physiological cravings for water have made them lose their minds.

Selectively forget about the current situation.

It's more like the human archers who can't see the city wall opposite the lake, who have already bent their bows and arrows. They only know who is preventing them from drinking water, so they smash them with the mace in their hands, no matter what. , even if it was a former kin.

Blood was flowing, and some gnolls were even smashed and fainted, gradually dying from the stampede.

The smell of blood begins to intensify.

What's more exciting is the ferocity of the inferior gnolls who have no time to drink water.

The mace swings wildly. These gnolls who are eager to drink water don't care about the life and death of their companions. They only know that if they fall down, they can take a step forward to drink water and survive!

In just ten minutes, there was a frenzied fight by the lake.

Those low-level gnolls have red eyes and regard any kind around them as enemies that hinder their survival.

"Adult."

Fatis spoke slowly and calmly said, "This battle is over."

The same is true of Manid's face.

Nearly 500 gnolls are killing each other frantically for drinking water. Even if there are archers shooting at any time, the corpses are still slaughtered like enemies. In just a few minutes, it has been Hundreds of gnolls fell in this cannibalistic melee, and the lake water was stained with blood.

Yes.

The battle is indeed over.

The expected brutal siege did not take place.

The well-prepared fortifications, and the solidarity of soldiers, are useless now.

It's like a joke.

They stood at the top of their city walls and arrow towers, watching the group of low-level gnolls kill each other, and more and more gnolls in the large group of thousands of meters away, in order to After drinking the water, he rushed over with the gnolls without hesitation, and fought with the gnolls who were still standing. The shore was full of corpses and blood.

It's all deadly, like a blood feud for generations.

Kant watched all this coldly.

He snorted coldly and waved forward: "Shoot all."

He feels a little tired.

There is no need to continue watching now. This group of low-level gnolls has lost the ability to siege the city. Even if they use the tactics of ant possession, they pile up corpses on the 7-meter-high city wall, and climb into the attic. possible.

The cannibalism has exhausted the remaining trust of this group of low-level gnolls.

"Shoot All!"

The messengers shouted and conveyed Kant's order.

The Ravenston Rangers stationed at the top of the Consulate were the quickest to respond.

He directly raised the heavy bow in his hand, and he was condescending at the top of the Consultative Hall. Each of them aimed at their preset target, and mercilessly faced the gnolls who were still killing each other by the lake, and carried out a round shoot.

The sound of arrow rain "whoosh" can be heard incessantly.

Bowmen on the walls and towers were also ordered to pull the trigger or loosen the taut bowstring.

A rain of arrows poured down like a waterfall.

There is a mournful groan of air being ripped apart by arrows everywhere.

"Puff puff puff puff-"

Arrow into the meat.

The gnolls who were still killing each other with red eyes by the lake collapsed in unison in an instant.

Before these gnolls could react, the faster-firing archers bent their bows and shot arrows again, and shot a rain of arrows again, nailing the gnolls who had not yet fallen. As dense as a hedgehog.

With a shooting range of less than 30 meters, there is almost no need to aim too much.

The power of feather arrows and crossbow arrows is also at its strongest.

These low-level gnolls have no armor, they are all tattered linen robes and animal skins. At such a close distance, even bones can be shot through, not to mention skin and muscles.

The howls sounded suddenly.

The gnolls finally reacted.

Looking at the human archers on the city walls and arrow towers in horror, they started to retreat.

But at this point the Swadian crossbowmen pulled the trigger again.

Heavy crossbow bolts approached in an instant.

The backs of the gnolls who escaped slowly were nailed through their backs, and they were directly pierced into their lungs by bad luck. As they ran, blood foamed from their mouths, and their legs went soft and fell directly to the ground. There is no air in and out, and the pupils are dilated.

Lower gnolls cannot be called Kant's opponents at all.

"Fatis."

Kant's face was calm, and he said: "Lead all the heavy cavalry and prepare to attack."

"Understood." Fatis nodded.

Without hesitation, he turned and left, walked quickly out of the Consultative Hall, and summoned the heavy cavalry troops under his command. Following the opening of the southern city gate, he stepped on horseshoes and stepped into the softer sand.

Behind Phatis, there is also a Swadian heavy cavalry holding [Deterring the Enemy].

The golden lion with a red background fluttered in the wind behind him, which also set off the half-slap size on his chest.

With the addition of two strange things, Fatis is full of confidence.

That's why Kant asked him to lead the heavy cavalry.

………………

In the distance, the 300 gnoll pirates had been terrified by the dense arrow rain to the point of despair, and their actions to prevent the collapse of the troops had subconsciously slowed down a lot.

They are not stupid lowly gnolls.

Which of them from the coast of Mannheim is not the existence that has made a name for itself in the sea of ​​stars.

Look at the human archers on the wall.

The despair in their hearts grew stronger.

Even if the Greymane Kingdom is preparing to set off in the back, the Gnoll expedition with siege equipment will face this fortress, and it is estimated that it will take a certain price to gnaw it down. With their 300 people, and more than 3000 people Low-level gnolls without much intelligence, even if they threw themselves into the sea of ​​corpses and blood, it is estimated that they would not be able to conquer this fortress.

Look at the people who are killing each other just to drink water, they have no confidence at all.

They are equally thirsty.

Smoke in my throat, too.

But reason can make them understand that killing each other now, the ultimate result is death.

"We can't stay here any longer."

The pirate leader of the gnoll spoke with determination in his eyes.

Turn his head to look at the pirate subordinates who have been with him for more than ten years, and slowly took a half step back: "Let's go, these natives in the desert, we can no longer control them."

Lower gnolls all looked at the city walls in horror, and some even started to flee.

The seemingly huge army was on the verge of collapse in an instant.

But this isn't the army either.

The pirate leader can see clearly now. Although his throat is smoking and the thirst in his stomach makes his body weak, his head still tells him that the best thing to do now is to get out of here.

Stay away from the Sentinel Oasis and the human troops in that fortress.

Or rather, run away.

Tormented by thirst and hunger, they are powerless to fight.

What's more, the group of cannon fodder I brought has already lost control~IndoMTL.com~ The cannibalism just now also gave them a warning.

"Listen to your arrangements, my lord!"

The pirates nodded.

Then gradually stepped back, ignoring the low-level gnolls around him.

To them, these inferior tribes, who can't even speak the language of the gnoll, can't be regarded as the same kind at all. They are just a group of similar-looking beasts. It is the right choice to be used as cannon fodder, but to be compatriots, definitely impossible.

With the departure of the gnoll pirates, the low-level gnolls without command are at a loss.

Increasing numbers of the lesser gnolls began to flee.

But there are many gnolls gathered together, looking at the dazzling lake water under the city wall not far away, their eyes are full of desire for drinking water, they have lost their minds.

Leaving like this, these low-level gnolls are not reconciled.