On the dunes, 300 gnoll pirates stride forward with two-handed battle axes.

But his face became more and more ugly.

For when they saw the walls and arrow towers on the sentry oasis, their hearts, which had been extremely irritable from the long journey, turned into flames and rose in their chests with severe lack of water.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the stone building, and his emotions were almost uncontrollable.

"That's not right."

The pirate leader's hands clenched his own two-handed battle axes.

Anger also came to his mind, and he couldn't help but want to swing his battle axe and slaughter all the cowering, stenching lower races around him, so as to relieve the anger and hatred in his heart.

These inferior gnolls deceived them.

The low-level gnolls found and collected at the watering hole actually said that there was nothing in the sentry oasis.

There are no arrow towers, no walls, no fortresses.

"Whew-"

A howl of rage came out of the pirate leader's throat with a terrible and desperate hatred.

The surrounding gnolls and pirates also howled, raising their tomahawks in their hands, even though their throats were already cracked by lack of water, but they still let out this terrible sound, like a desperate howl.

It's their way of venting the emotions in their hearts.

Once on the sea of stars, they just howled, with a mortal despair, and destroyed one strong enemy after another.

Although the gnolls are not good at water warfare, they dare to fight hard!

But now, no matter how much they howl, no matter how miserable they are, the despair in their hearts makes them unable to give birth to the slightest emotion of victory, even if they are desperate, they have no possibility of victory.

The Sentry Oasis has long since become the territory of mankind.

It is a fortress made of stone, with arrow towers and walls, and it requires siege weapons to conquer.

This is not a merchant ship and a warship.

A deck where you can jump up and fight with ropes and approach.

The towering arrow towers and straight city walls have formed an absolute moat, making these gnolls and pirates who have come from a long journey, exhausted, and about to run out of oil, extremely desperate.

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

After all, they have made up their minds to conquer the cities and fortresses of the human kingdom and establish colonies dominated by gnolls.

But these 300 gnoll pirates did not.

They are only outposts of the expeditionary force, belonging to the advance team, and they came to explore the way first.

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

It's that simple.

Although they also have hidden missions.

But it's just a matter of taking out the gnolls, shamans and chieftains, and taking control of the lowly gnoll tribe that is not under command.

There was absolutely nothing like this, because the gnoll tribe was burned by humans, turned into ruins, and even the wells were filled, and a large pit 7 meters deep and 20 meters wide had to be dug to find the basin-sized water at the bottom.

Not to mention the 3,000-strong expeditionary force, even if it is 300 people, they will dry up after a few sips per person.

This is a severe shortage of water, let alone any supplies.

That's why the pirate leader decided to take the gnolls in the desert who were still surviving and fleeing, or recruit those small gnolls tribes, coerce and lure them all together, take advantage of the advantage of being outnumbered, occupy the sentry oasis, get fresh water supplies, and take the lead in establishing an outpost and waiting for the arrival of the expeditionary force.

Otherwise, when the expeditionary force runs out of supplies and arrives at the south of the Narun Desert, they will still run out of oil and lamps like them.

They can tolerate water shortages.

But you can't stop drinking water altogether.

Originally, the Sentry Oasis was the driving force that sustained them here, but now they fell into deeper despair.

"We failed."

The pirate leader spoke in a low voice, his voice tinged with desperation.

Even if it tried its best to gather all these inferior races 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 his eyes were full of hatred and anger, as well as unwillingness.

They were ready to die in battle, but they didn't end up dying in such a humiliating way.

"Desperately! We still have a chance, and the followers of the Storm Monarch will not give up! ”

Some of the gnoll pirates angrily raised their two-handed battle axes, and the blades of the axes were aimed at the fortress in front of them, and roared angrily: "We are going to die after all, we can break through the gates of the human fortress, and we can win by rushing in, when we attacked the fortress defended by the lizardmen, didn't we do that, no one is our opponent in close combat!" ”

Its words brought all the gnolls out of despair.

The same goes for pirate chieftains.

The battle axes in his hands were clenched, his eyes looked at the fortress thousands of kilometers away, and he roared in a low voice: "Let all these cannon fodder die, we will also rush in, this is the only way we can survive!" ”

"Roar! Kill, kill, kill! "The ferocious nature of these gnolls and pirates wells up in their souls.

The lowly gnolls around them looked at them in fear.

For these high-level gnolls, the natives of the Narun Desert have no will to resist at all.

They have a poor IQ.

And the jackals from the 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 obviously more advanced, intelligent people like the jackal shamans, and marched towards the sentry oasis, hoping to reclaim this water source occupied by humans.

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

There are only two gates for "Drehem", on the east and south sides.

The gnolls did not find the gates.

But when many of the gnolls scattered in both directions, they found a small glistening lake next to the wall on the west side, which made these low-level gnolls, who had not drunk enough water for many days, as restless as if they were crazy.

If it weren't for the pirates composed of high-ranking jackals, they would have swooped down and drunk water a long time ago.

"There are archers, don't take any chances."

These wise high-ranking gnolls apparently saw the archers inside the arrow towers and attics.

They have experience with this.

The lizardmen are good at using crossbows, while the elves are good at using bows, and without enough siege equipment, they must not attack well-guarded fortresses, because the continuous crossbow arrows and feathered arrows will make the strongest gnolls die in battle.

But when they think of this, they become more and more desperate.

Their current flaw is that they do not have siege engines.

If there is a large shield with skin to block the rain of arrows, they can go to the lake one by one to drink.

But not to mention the big shields, there are no trees in the desert, and it is impossible to make them, this is not the lush Mannheim coast, where there are plenty of trees that can be cut down by their two-handed battle axes and then split into planks.

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

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

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

But the low-level gnolls, who had been thirsty to the extreme, were restless by this order.

Many of them even had to break away from the group and run towards the lake.

Ever since the well had been destroyed, these lowly gnolls had been hungry and thirsty, and although they had instinctively dug up wells and eaten the corpses of their dead comrades, they could no longer bear it.

They are originally a low-level race, and they do not have the slightest wisdom of high-level gnolls.

Now seeing the water, they go crazy.

"Roar!"

The roar kept coming, and the low-level gnolls couldn't hold back any longer, and strode towards the lake on the west side of the sentry oasis, their eyes full of thirst for water, and they didn't notice that in the attic of the city wall, the Svadian crossbowmen who had broken their crossbow strings, and the Vicchian archers with longbows on the arrow tower.

"Whoop, whoa..."

Nearly three hundred low-level gnolls ran straight into the lake, splashing their grey fur, and the most daring gnolls enjoyed the first water.

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

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

Even the 300 gnoll pirates crushed the formation and smashed the heads of several gnolls with their two-handed battle axes, which caused the entire queue to start a commotion, and they wanted to break up on their own, and they couldn't wait to go to the lake to drink.

The physiological thirst for water almost blinded the hearts of these low-level gnolls.

"Damn it! You inferior people, all stand where I am! Stand still! ”

The pirate leader and his men raised their bloody battle axes, intimidating the inferior gnolls who were about to collapse before they even made contact with the enemy, their eyes bloodshot.

Of course, they know it's a human trap.

But there was despair in his heart, and this was the obvious trap of letting the thirsty army in the desert break up, and it would not be able to endure the thirsty smoke in front of a small lake!

But their stops became weaker and weaker, even with the blood of the inferior gnolls.

When more gnolls saw their companions drinking unscrupulously, they could not stand it anymore.

The queue is getting more and more commotionous.

Even the low-level gnolls at the back looked ahead with red eyes.

No one noticed that at the top of the sand dunes when they came, dozens of human cavalry had gathered, and they were silently watching the queue of these low-level gnolls, becoming more and more scattered, more and more agitated, and even succumbing to a state of collapse.