Lord of the Oasis Chapter 131: .Gnoll Pirates

“Ow—”

Appears at the Salt Mine with a hoarse and hateful howl.

Leading the gnoll pirate leader, with exasperation on his scarred face.

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

This makes them almost exhausted, with endless killing intent pouring out of their hearts.

Traveling all the way, staying here is no easy task.

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, is all became the guarantee of their present life.

Because supplies have reached the point of depletion.

Boundless sand dunes, not knowing which one will be their grave.

"Something went wrong."

The leading pirate leader stopped howling, his eyes bloodshot.

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

Other gnoll pirates gathered around.

He has a scowl on his face.

Since dispatched to the southern Narun Desert, they are ready to die.

But not suffocated and died of lack of water.

The leader of the pirates looked down at the sand dunes, where the road marks were clearly stepped on. 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. Horde, we'll get clear well water with our battle axe, and... a lot of cannon fodder rushing ahead of us!"

“Ow—”

Beastly howls of despair rang out from the throats of the gnolls.

They are ready.

Since the team of warriors dispatched in advance has encountered an accident.

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

"Let's go."

The pirate leader leads the way down the dunes.

The gnoll pirates trail behind.

Many people took out the water sac in their arms. It was quite dry, and obviously there was not much stock left, but for the next trek, they still unplugged and let the fishy liquid inside run down their thirsty throats. into the stomach.

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

They came to the southern part of the Narun Desert in order to conquer the human kingdom and establish a colony 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.

This is also why, when the Kingdom of Greymane was unable to contact Asage, it immediately sent a new team of elite gnoll warriors here, in order to be the first to establish a camp to support the follow-up troops.

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

Also carry heavy weaponry and personal supplies around the dangerous and sweltering Devil's Lands.

The limit has been reached by reaching the salt mine.

As they are now.

According to the plan, the pre-arrived elite team will set up the camp.

And establish an alliance with the gnoll shaman who has 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 the high-level gnoll attacking the human kingdom. Stepping stone, the plan was perfect and many factors were taken into consideration.

I just didn't expect it, and there were still accidents.

After a day and a night.

300 gnoll pirates dragged their exhausted bodies to the lower gnoll tribes that exist on the map.

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

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

Those low-level gnolls do not shy away from eating their own kind.

"What's going on here."

The pirate leader's eyes were filled with astonishment.

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 already been determined was not what they imagined at all. 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 is completely depleted.

Includes smelly urine.

Even after drinking water, they can't urinate much, because the heat of the Naron desert has caused the water in their body to evaporate with sweat, and it will not turn into urine at all, but re-turns into 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 these more than 300 burly and high-level gnolls in their eyes, they uttered low beasts. howling.

It's like a warning, as well as declaring one's own territorial sovereignty.

"Lower races."

The pirate chief whispered a curse 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 draw their two-handed axe behind their backs.

One by one was 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.

Apparently, these low-level gnolls just drank water.

"Roar-"

The pirate leader's eyes were instantly crimson red, full of ferocious meaning.

It let out a roar, and it quickly rushed over with its subordinates, so that the dozen or so low-level gnolls screamed in fear and fled towards the surrounding sand dunes, like cowards.

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

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

Come to the pothole, scattered sand and rocks everywhere.

And just at the pothole, 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 the basin-sized puddle is oozing out. water source.

But it's water.

Alive!

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.

Going back to the top, it growled lowly: "Three sips of everyone, fast!"

There isn't much fresh water underneath, blocked by 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.

"What the **** happened."

The gnoll leader couldn't help muttering to himself.

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

It is still thirsty in its mouth, 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.

The ones who drank the water have now lost the desperation they used to be desperate at any time.

On the contrary, there is more desire to live.

No one 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 the pirates who come here, They will all die of thirst within three days, no matter how enduring their talents are.

Without water, you will die of thirst, the basic 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. The map has pointed out that there is an oasis with spring water, and desert antelopes. Make us food."

The gnoll pirate behind him is very moving.

They've all heard of this point on the map, where the expeditionary force will build an outpost in the future.

But now they're out of spirits.

Physical strength is also nearly exhausted.

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

They don't have enough stamina to traverse the desert at the fastest speed.

This gnoll pirate chief has madness in his eyes.

I have made up my mind.

Even if there are human troops in the Sentinel Oasis~IndoMTL.com~, it will bring its own subordinates, just like in the sea of ​​stars, to easily kill those very weak humans in melee combat and slaughter them cleanly .

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

Now 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—”

Wolf howls echoed through the surrounding sand dunes, with the indistinct language and desperation of a lowly gnoll, and a beast-like word that didn't know what to say.

Lower gnolls have no words or languages, and their vocalizations are much higher than those of beasts.

"The poor people."

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