Neat hair, a strong and burly body, piercing eyes, and thick and powerful arms were all characteristic of the high-ranking gnolls who formed the kingdom of Greymane on the coast of Mannheim.

This is the characteristic of a civilized person, a civilized race, who knows how to be honest and deceitful.

And Kant's eyes tell him the truth.

The forces of the Greymane Kingdom, which was once still in the middle of nowhere, did not know the location, and did not know when it would come, had spread its tentacles to the southern side of the Naren Desert and carefully explored here.

"Damn it."

Kant narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his head and cursed softly.

The dozen or so brand-new tents are enough to represent that the crisis is coming again.

Even without the merchant Assechi, according to the maps and road maps obtained, they managed to reach this place, and contacted the previously defeated gnolls, and resettled here, establishing the prototype of the outpost.

Even if you think about it, Kant can be sure that when the real expeditionary force arrives, it will be the time to attack the sentry oasis.

"Your Lord."

The Salander rider beside him spoke, and said in a heavy tone: "Do you need to be ready for battle?" ”

"Yes." Kant's eyes were gloomy: "I mean, immediately. ”

"Understood." The hussars waiting behind them nodded silently, packed their weapons, arranged their armor, and continued to wait for orders from Kant, clenching their spears and scimitars, they were ready for battle.

The killing will continue, and this is a war for the right to exist.

Kant would not allow the Greymane Kingdom to occupy the Sentry Oasis and then attack the Lion Principality.

It is not the responsibility of the nobles of the Lion Principality, the Baron of the Narun Desert.

Not even for the sake of his father, the lion Grand Duke Cameron's affection.

It's for yourself.

The loss of the Sentry Oasis is equivalent to the loss of the Narun Desert, the loss of the Narun Desert is equivalent to the loss of the fief, the loss of the fief is equivalent to the loss of the title of nobility, and the loss of the title of nobility means that his life has come to an end.

The gallows will eventually appear before Kant's eyes.

The aristocratic forces within the Duchy of Lion, who had been watching him with resentment, would place the noose around Kant's neck with their own hands, and then pull down the door, allowing the corpse to sway like a pendulum of suffocation.

Kant's face returned to calm, but there was an incomparably gloomy haze in his eyes.

This is the consequence of the loss of the sentry oasis.

"It can't be."

With his chest heaving, Kant reached for the flag in a special long bag.

Turning his head to look at the Salande hussars who were ready behind him, with an indifferent and excited face, he said in a deep voice: "Come on, my cavalrymen, let these friends of ours know who is the real one in the Narun Desert... Master! ”

The velvet flag was drawn, and the golden lion on a red background instantly began to flutter in the wind.

[Enemy Intimidation], launch!

"All charge!"

Kant shook the reins with one hand and roared forward.

"Charge!"

And just behind him, 20 Salander riders, 25 elite desert bandits, also roared violently with the reins, straight spears clamped under their armpits, and galloped with the horses under their crotch, quickly crossed Kant and protected him in the middle in a conical shape.

The cone formation, the most famous formation of cavalry in the era of cold weapons.

Like an arrow, like a long cone.

The 20 Salander riders in full armor are sharp, and the 25 elite desert bandits armed with spears are the main force.

Without the slow movement speed of the infantry at the beginning, it was to plunge down the dunes with the ferocity of the whole cavalry force, pierce the enemy's body with a sharp edge, and completely tear apart all the enemy's attempts to resist the cavalry like a raging stream.

Defeat the enemy before they can react!

"Boom Boom Boom—"

The sound of rolling thunder is incessant, especially in this arid desert with little rain.

The High Gnolls, accustomed to the warm climate of the Mannheim coast, stepped out of their tents and looked up at the sky in surprise, but the expected thick clouds and rolling thunder, as well as pouring rain, did not appear.

This made them extremely stunned when they came to the southern part of the Narun Desert, because of the heat and desolation.

"Not a rainstorm?"

There are high gnolls who ask in their language.

But the answers were all the stunned and confused companions who accompanied him, as well as the extreme anxiety in the face of the high temperature.

They didn't see the horror and fear on the faces of the low-level gnolls who they looked down on in the dilapidated tents next to them, and with their high-level status, they didn't pay attention to their uncivilized fellow race at all, and they had become extremely panicked.

There was a vibration under his feet, and it was getting louder and louder.

The rolling thunder is also becoming clearer and clearer in the ears.

It even reminded them subconsciously of the endless thunder when there was a storm on the sea of stars.

It's a pity that when the privateers of the lizardmen and the sea smuggling ships of the Elven Council become more and more strict, the Greymane Kingdom, which does not have much overseas trade and ports, has basically lost the possibility of going to sea on its own, and can no longer see the storm in the sea of stars, which makes countless captains and seafarers fear, come from the supreme power of the god of the Storm Monarch.

"Roar—"

The panicked howls of the lower gnolls interrupted their musings.

These high-ranking gnolls turned their heads in confusion.

The vibration under their feet became more and more intense, and the sound in their ears became louder and louder, so that they all felt that something was wrong, and they turned their heads in amazement to look at the dozens of figures rushing down from the sand dunes, and their eyes that were still blank instantly shrank.

They finally realized what this rolling thunder was.

Terran cavalry!

An extremely rare class of troops on the coast of Mannheim.

The only thing similar may be the Elven Moondeer Archers, but they have never been as heavily armored as humans, riding horses and guns, rushing over like a flood that has burst their banks, thinking of crushing them to slag!

"Roar, roar!"

The ears were filled with the terrified cries of low-level gnolls, and even some gnolls turned their heads and fled.

They have lost the confidence to fight.

This brought back to the high-ranking jackals who were still stunned, and all of them gathered with solemn faces, holding their two-handed battle axes, clenching the heavy weapon, and the confidence was also full in their hearts.

They are not ignorant, uncivilized, inferior gnolls.

Looking at the charging speed of the Terran cavalry, you know that you can't escape far with your own two legs.

Only fight back!

With their burly and strong bodies, how could the strongest hand-to-hand fighting race on the coast of Mannheim, the invincible high-ranking gnolll warriors with two-handed battle axes, lose to those weak humans?

Even on the creatures that have become horses, these strong gnolls warriors are only hideous and fearless.

Confrontation head-on, they have never been afraid of anyone!

But...

The human cavalry drew closer, and the rolling muffled thunder swept through my mind.

The rather solid sand that had been trampled under their feet had already made the faint vibration stronger and stronger, and even the soles of their feet felt the power of the violent vibration.

This made them feel that for some reason, they suddenly lost their original confidence.

The hearts of the more than 30 gnolloll warriors who held two-handed battle axes and wore chain mail and linen robes were beating fast.

Becomes dry.

A urge to urinate also condensed in the lower abdomen.

Looking closer and closer, more and more clear, and even seeing the human cavalry holding the red flag, these high-ranking jackals only felt ashamed... It became cowardly.

But they don't change much.

The human cavalry was getting faster and faster, the rolling thunder was getting louder and louder, and the vibrations were getting more and more violent.

Sharp spears approaching 3 meters are getting closer.

Eventually, the two sides came into contact.

The erect spear was the first to pierce the chest of the jackal, and the seemingly solid chain mail could not block the sharp spearhead at all, and it pierced directly and easily behind him, and with the almost irresistible inertia force, it continued to pierce into the chest of the high-level jackal behind him, pushing them to retreat incessantly, but they looked ahead in despair, unable to fight back at all.

The spears that pierced through them in an instant also took away the strength of their whole bodies, and even the two-handed battle axes that were originally invincible on the coast of Mannheim could not hold them, so they could only let them fall to the ground.

The neighing of horses rings in their ears, and these gnolls can even see human faces on horseback.

Indifference, coldness, and undisguised disdain in the eyes.

Because they simply can't fight back.

Because their bodies are continuing to retreat.

For all of them had their chests strung with spears, and they were held and rammed by those human cavalrymen, and they retreated helplessly, but they did not have the slightest strength to fight back, and even their weapons were no longer able to hold on tightly, and they fell to the ground in shame.

"Click... Click, click, click..."

A dense crunch sounds.

The spears strung with the gnolls flew them several meters away, and finally, because of the instantaneous inertia and strength, these refined military spears completely declared that they could not bear the force, and they snapped and snapped.

But the riders were prepared.

They were all well-trained and most elite cavalry.

Without hesitation, he abandoned the broken spear, rode his horse into the stringed gnolls, and continued to rush towards the open area behind, slowing down, turning the horse's head and reaching out to draw the Senran scimitar at his waist.

The next charge was ready, but the cavalry tightened their reins and stood still.

Because of their charge...

The high-level gnolls that were still gathered together have all been wiped out.

He fell miserably to the ground.

Broken spears stuck in their chests, blood staining the sand.

No one can stand up.

No one survived.

The high-ranking gnolls at the head struggled to turn their heads, and looked at the human cavalry with scimitars with the last of their strength, with extreme horror and disbelief in their eyes.

"It's... It's human... Cavalry..."

It spoke slowly, but the blood gushing out of its throat couldn't make it say a word.

But there was fear in its mind.

This is nothing like the human sailors they encounter in the Sea of the Stars, or in the harbors off the coast of Mannheim.

Those humans may be cunning, but they are not powerful.

There were no such warriors on horseback on the merchant ships that passed by, and when they were blackmailed by the gnolls officials, they would only laugh with them, and even if they encountered gnolls and pirates, they would at most wield their long swords and resist.

There has never been such a brazen, almost invincible charge.

"No... Impossible..."

The heart, which had been pierced and destroyed by the spearhead, could no longer supply blood, causing its brain to begin to suffocate.

His eyes had also lost his sight and he could only freeze on the sand.

It was uncomfortable, but it didn't matter about it, and the last thought suddenly appeared in my consciousness that the expeditionary force that the Greymane Kingdom had exhausted its strength and would leave in a month seemed to be in danger.

PS: There are two more shifts tonight, and if you say make up for it, you will make it up!