Lord of the Oasis Chapter 137: .The queue that crashes on its own


On the dunes, 300 gnoll pirates strode forward with two-handed tomahawks.

But his face became more and more ugly.

Because when they saw the city walls and arrow towers on the sentry oasis, their extremely violent hearts due to the long journey turned into flames rising in their severely dehydrated chests.

His eyes are bloodshot, looking at the stone building, his emotions are almost out of control.

"That's not right."

The pirate chief holds his two-handed battle axe tightly in his hands.

Anger also flashed in his chest, making him want to swing his battle axe and slaughter all the low-level races around him who were cowering and foul-smelling, so as to relieve his heart. anger, and hatred.

These lowly gnolls lied to them.

These low-level gnolls, found and collected in the puddle, say that there is nothing in the sentry oasis.

No arrow towers, no walls, no fortresses.

“Ow—”

A howl of fury erupted from the pirate chief's throat, with piercing and desperate hatred.

The surrounding gnoll pirates also howled, holding their battle axes high, even though their throats were dry and cracked due to lack of water, they still made this shrill sound, like a desperate howl.

This is their way of venting their inner emotions.

Once on the sea of ​​stars, they just finished howling, with despair of death, they destroyed all the powerful enemies.

Although gnolls are not good at water combat, they dare to go all out!

But now, no matter how much they howl, no matter how mournful they are, the despair in their hearts makes them unable to have the slightest emotion to win. Even if they work hard, they have no chance of victory.

The Sentinel Oasis has long been human territory.

A fortress built of stone, complete with arrow towers and city walls, which requires siege weapons to conquer.

This is not a merchant ship and a warship.

A deck that can be jumped on to fight with a rope and close proximity.

The towering arrow towers and the straight city walls have formed an absolute moat, making these gnoll pirates, who have traveled a long distance, become exhausted, and are about to run out of fuel, extremely desperate.

The expedition force of the Greymane Kingdom, of course, has prepared siege equipment.

After all, they made up their minds to conquer the cities and fortresses of the human kingdom and establish a gnoll-dominated colony.

But none of the 300 Gnoll pirates.

They are just the outposts of the expeditionary force, belonging to the advance team, who came to explore the way first.

The task is to contact the Gnoll tribe and take the lead in preparing the food and water for the expeditionary force to reach the southern part of the Nalen Desert, replenish it in time, and ensure that the combat effectiveness of the troops is restored in a short period of time.

It's that simple.

Though they still have hidden quests.

But it's nothing more than taking down the gnoll shaman and chief, and taking control of the uncommanded, low-level gnoll tribe.

There is absolutely nothing like it is now, because the gnoll tribe was burnt by humans and turned into ruins, even the wells were buried, and a large pit 7 meters deep and 20 meters wide was needed to find the face at the bottom. Pot-sized water.

Let's not talk about the 3,000-strong expeditionary force, even if they are 300 people, they will dry up before each person can drink a few sips.

This is a serious water shortage, and there is no replenishment.

That's why the pirate leader decided to recruit the fleeing gnolls in the desert, or recruit those small gnoll tribes, to coerce and lure them all together, and take advantage of the crowd to occupy the sentry oasis, Obtain fresh water supplies, and at the same time take the lead in establishing outposts, waiting for the arrival of the expeditionary force.

Otherwise, when the expeditionary force runs out of supplies and arrives to the south of the Nalen Desert, it will still be as exhausted as they are.

They can tolerate water scarcity.

But you can't stop drinking water completely.

Originally, the Sentinel Oasis was the driving force behind their arrival, but now they have fallen into deeper despair.

"We failed."

The pirate chief spoke in a low voice, with despair in his voice.

Even if it tried its best to gather all these inferior ethnic groups and form a cannon fodder force of more than 3,000 people, they still had no way to face such a high city wall without siege equipment.

The pirates behind it were silent, and no one spoke.

But the eyes are filled with hatred and anger, and unwillingness.

When they came here, they were ready to die in battle, but not in such a humiliating way.

"Fight! We still have a chance, and the followers of Storm Lord will not give up!"

Some gnoll pirates raised their two-handed tomahawks in resentment, pointed their sharp axe blades at the fortress in front, and roared: "We are going to die anyway, we can break through the gates of the human fortress, and if we rush in, we will win. Well, when we broke into the fortress defended by the lizardmen, wasn't that what we did, no one is our opponent in melee combat!"

It's words make all gnoll pirates get out of it in desperation.

The same goes for pirate chiefs.

The tomahawk in both hands was clenched tightly, his eyes looked at the fortress that was a thousand meters away, and he whispered: "Let all these cannon fodder die, we have to rush in, this is the only way we can survive!"

"Ow! Kill, kill, kill!" The murderous nature of these gnoll pirates welled up in their souls.

The low-level gnolls around looked at them in fear.

For these advanced gnolls, the natives of the Naron Desert have no will to resist at all.

They have poor IQs.

And the gnolls from Greymane Kingdom are very powerful.

Under coercion and temptation, this group of low-level gnolls, who were already on the verge of death and had no way to live, finally made up their minds to follow these apparently higher-level gnolls, just like the wise clan of the gnoll shaman. , headed towards the sentry oasis, wanting to recapture this water source occupied by humans.

Slowly moving forward, the group of gnolls strode forward in a chaotic manner, over the sand dunes, and came to a kilometer outside the city wall.

Drehem has only two gates, one on the east and one on the south.

These gnolls did not find the gates.

But when many gnolls scattered to the sides, they found a small lake next to the city wall on the west side. Restless like crazy.

If it weren't for the pirates made up of high-level gnolls who could still scold the suppression, they would have rushed over to drink water.

"With archers, don't take risks."

These wise higher gnolls apparently saw the arrow towers and the bowmen in the attic.

They have experience with this.

The lizardmen are good at using crossbows, while the elves are good at using bows. Without enough siege equipment, they absolutely cannot attack the heavily fortified fortresses, because the continuous crossbow and feather arrows will make the strongest gnoll also To fight to the death.

Thinking of this, they are getting more and more desperate.

The flaw they have now is that they don't have siege equipment.

If there's a large skinned shield here to block the arrows, they can go to the lake one by one to drink.

But let alone the big shield, there are no trees in the desert, and it is impossible to make it. This is not the lush Mannheim coast. There are enough trees to be felled by their two-handed battle axes, and then chopped. into planks.

"My lord, we can only attack the gate of this fortress first."

There are pirates who offer advice, suppressing the thirst for water in the smoking throat: "This lake is a trap, and I can see those human archers and crossbowmen who are expecting us to approach."

"Then transfer." The pirate leader gritted his teeth and issued an order.

But those low-level gnolls, who were already extremely thirsty, were agitated by this order.

Many people even left the group and ran towards the lake.

Since the well was destroyed, these low-level gnolls have long been hungry and thirsty. Although they dug the well and ate the bodies of their dead companions one after another by instinct, they could no longer bear it.

They are originally a lower race, and they don't have the wisdom of a higher gnoll at all.

Now seeing the water, they go crazy.

"Ow!"

The roar could not be heard, and the low-level gnoll couldn't bear it any longer. He strode towards the lake on the west side of the sentry oasis. His eyes were full of desire for water, and there was no Notice, in the attic of the city wall, the Swadian crossbowmen who have broken the strings of their crossbow, and the Vician archers who are full of longbows on the arrow tower.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

The low-level gnolls of nearly 300 people ran directly into the lake, and the splashes wet their gray fur. These gnolls, the most courageous, enjoyed the first water.

They gulp down the clear lake water and enjoy the hard-won moisture.

More low-level gnolls are about to move in the rear.

Even if the 300 gnoll pirates smashed the heads of a few gnolls with their two-handed tomahawks, the whole queue started to riot, and they wanted to break up on their own, and couldn't wait to go to the lake to drink water .

The physical desire for water almost blinds the hearts of these lowly gnolls.

"Damn it! You poor people, all stand for me! Stand still!"

The pirate leader and his subordinates raise **** battle axes ~IndoMTL.com~, terrorizing the lowly gnolls who are about to collapse without even making contact with the enemy, their eyes bloodshot.

Of course they know it's a human trap.

But my heart is full of despair. This is an obvious trap. It is to let the thirsty troops in the desert collapse, and it is impossible to endure the thirsty smoke in the throat in front of a small lake!

But they're getting weaker and weaker to stop them, even with the blood of lesser gnolls.

When more gnolls saw that their companions were drinking water recklessly, they were almost unable to bear it.

The queue is getting more and more commotion.

Even the lowly gnolls at the back looked ahead with red eyes.

No one noticed that at the top of the dune when they came, dozens of human cavalrymen had gathered, silently watching the queue of these low-level gnolls, becoming more and more scattered, more and more The more turbulent, and even succumbed to collapse.


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