"Whew-"

A wolf howl with hoarseness and hatred appears at the salt mines.

The leader of the gnoll pirates, with a scarred face with a sense of renunciation.

They carried supplies around the Devil's Land and traveled from the coast of Mannheim to the southern part of the Naryn Desert, but they did not find the responding team, let alone the camp that should have been established.

This made them, who were almost exhausted, feel endless killing intent welling up in their hearts.

It's not easy to make it all the way to here.

The water in the water bladder has long been drunk, and what is currently contained in it is fishy urine, but even this kind of filth that will vomit when drunk on weekdays, and will be spit on by any civilized high-level jackal, has become the guarantee of their current life.

Because supplies have reached the point of exhaustion.

The sand dunes are in the middle of nowhere, and they don't know which one will be their grave.

"Something went wrong."

The pirate leader who can be led by Ke stopped howling, his eyes bloodshot.

Lowered his head and swept the white bones scattered on the ground, looked at the tooth marks, the paws full of gray fluff stepped on it, and stepped on it hard, and the slender leg bones "clicked" and shattered into bone slag.

The other gnolls and pirates gathered around.

With a hideous face.

Now that they have been sent to the southern part of the Naren Desert, they are ready to die.

But it was not the aggrieved who died of lack of water.

The pirate leader looked at the obvious trampled road marks under the sand dunes, pulled out his two-handed battle axe on his back, and roared in a low voice hoarse from lack of water: "Go to that lowly tribe of gnolls, we will use our battle axes to get clear well water, and... A lot of cannon fodder rushing ahead of us! ”

"Whew-"

A howl of despair that bordered on a beastly one sounded in the throats of the gnolls.

They are ready.

Since the warrior team sent in advance has encountered an accident.

In this extreme case, the camp prepared for them was destroyed, and the corpses were eaten as food by these uncivilized and inferior gnolls in the desert, and it was clear that the two sides had irreversible conflict.

"Let's go."

The pirate leader leads the way and descends the dunes.

The gnolls and pirates behind them followed.

Many people took out the water bladder in their arms, which was already quite shriveled, and obviously there was not much stock left, but for the next trek, they still pulled the plug and let the fishy liquid inside pour down their thirsty throats into their stomachs.

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

They came to the southern part of the Narun Desert with the aim of conquering the human kingdom and establishing a colony dominated by the High Gnolls, but not for pleasant play and easy outings.

A full set of chain mail and two-handed axes are a must-have for the expedition.

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

This is also the reason why, when the Graymane Kingdom was unable to contact Aseqi, it immediately sent a new team of elite Gnoll warriors over, in order to take the lead in establishing a camp to receive the follow-up troops here.

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

You also have to carry heavy weapons and equipment, as well as personal supplies, to navigate the dangerous and scorching heat of the devil's zone.

Reaching the salt mine has reached its limit.

Just like they are now.

According to the plan, the elite team that arrives in advance will set up camp.

And to establish an alliance with the largest low-level gnoll tribe, the gnoll shaman with the same intelligence, waiting for the arrival of the real expeditionary force, they will be included in the cannon fodder force, and become a stepping stone for the high-level gnolls to attack the human kingdom, the plan is very perfect, and a lot of factors are taken into account.

It's just that I didn't expect that there were still accidents.

After a day and a night.

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

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

The flat sand was littered with ashes from the burning, charred corpses littered the rubble, and even some gnawed bone fragments were seen.

Those low-level gnolls are not afraid to feed on their own kind.

"What's going on?"

The pirate leader's eyes were stunned.

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

The result that had been confirmed was not at all what they had imagined, that these low-level gnolls had blatantly killed their elite squads and expedition caravans in order to resist their enslavement.

What they deduced was wrong!

"This—" The gnolls and pirate elites were also looking at the ruins in front of them in horror.

Their drinking water has been completely depleted.

Including fishy-smelling urine.

Even after drinking water, they can't urinate much, because the heat of the Narun Desert has caused the water in their bodies to evaporate with sweat, and it will not turn into urine at all, and it will turn into a life-saving liquid again.

"Roar..."

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

At the same time, a group of low-level gnolls covered in mud and sand came out of the pit, looking at the more than 300 high-level gnolls with strong physique, they let out a low howl like beasts.

It's like a warning, and a declaration of sovereignty over one's own territory.

"Lower races."

The pirate leader whispered a curse in the language of the jackals.

"That's... Look at the jaws of those guys! But the gnoll pirate behind it said with a bit of excitement in his voice: "Chief, look at those damn inferior races, they seem to have drunk water!" ”

Many of the gnoll pirates drew their two-handed axes behind their backs.

One by one, they were short of breath.

Even the pirate leader saw the lowly gnoll man who had come out of the pit, the gray fur on his body was wet, and even on his chin and neck, dripping water.

Obviously, these low-level gnolls, have just drunk water.

"Roar—"

The pirate leader's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, full of hideous meaning.

With a wild roar, it rushed with its men quickly, causing the dozen or so low-level gnolls to let out a cry of fear and flee towards the surrounding sand dunes, like cowards who are and urinating.

These gnolls and pirates don't care about these lower races.

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

When I came to the pit, there was spilled sand and stones everywhere.

At the bottom of the hole, which had been dug by its claws to a depth of nearly 7 meters, the sun shone in, and it was clear that a small pool of water was seeping out of the basin-sized puddle.

But it's water.

Be able to live!

The gnoll pirate leader, who was already extremely thirsty, jumped down directly, gulping down the little fresh water at the bottom, his eyes were extremely hideous, but he didn't drink too long.

Back at the top, it whispered, "Three sips per person, fast!" ”

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

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

There are even shortcomings.

In the end, all that remained of the pit was wet sand, but even that was stuffed into the mouths of some pirates who had not yet drunk enough water and sucked it vigorously in order to absorb the much-needed water.

If they don't drink water, all of these high-ranking gnolls will die of thirst.

"What the hell is going on."

The gnoll leader couldn't help but mumble to himself.

It looked around at the still dark ruins, apparently burned by the fire.

The mouth was still thirsty, but its emotions were extremely complicated, and even its eyes were already filled with fear: "Could it be that those human kingdoms have discovered our plan, right?" ”

The gnolls and pirates beside it were silent.

After drinking the water, they are now gone with the despair that they used to be desperate at any time.

Instead, there is more desire to live.

No one really wants to die.

But they all knew that it was impossible for them to return to the shores of Mannheim now, and that they had lost their supplies, and that they would not have any capital to go back, for fear that if they lost this water source, all the pirates who came here would die of thirst in three days, even if their talent made them endure it.

Without water, you will die of thirst, the basic element of life.

"Sentry Oasis, let's go there."

The pirate leader slowly spoke, looked to the south, and said in a solemn tone: "Rest here for 1 day, and then we will go to the south, as already pointed out on the map, there is an oasis with spring water, and there are desert antelopes that can be used as food for us." ”

The gnolls and pirates behind him were extremely excited.

They had all heard of this point on the map, and it was also the place where the expeditionary force was going to set up an outpost in the future.

But now they're gone.

His physical strength was also nearly exhausted.

Only by relying on this excavated puddle, each person can obtain a small amount of water, or fill his own water bladder, to strengthen his mental and physical strength, and after a three-day journey, he will reach the sentry oasis.

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

The pirate leader of the gnoll had madness in his eyes.

I have already made up my mind in my heart.

Even if it is a sentry oasis where human troops appear, it must bring its subordinates, just like in the sea of stars, to slaughter those humans who are extremely weak in melee attacks.

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

Now it's on land where the gnolls are best at it.

It believed that even if its subordinates had a reduced combat effectiveness due to lack of water, it was not comparable to those weak humans, and they would easily win!

"Whew-"

The howl of the wolf echoed through the surrounding sand dunes, with the indistinct language and desperation of the inferior gnolls, and the beastly words that did not know what to say.

The low-level gnolls have no words or language, and their voices are much more advanced than those of wild beasts.

"This inferior race."

The pirate leader's eyes looked at the surrounding sand dunes, and the low-level gnolls who cowered and poked their heads out, and the corners of their mouths showed a cruel smile: "Ready-made cannon fodder." ”