Tupac was exhausted.

Walking forward, step by step, I only felt that both legs were weak.

The chain mail in the backpack and the two-handed tomahawk on its shoulders are all reasons for its exhaustion, but the main thing is that its thirsty throat is full of fire, indicating that it needs to drink.

Since coming to the southern part of the Naren Desert, it has only drunk three sips of water, two of which are still fishy urine.

As it passes through the Devil's Zone, it is almost depleted of supplies.

All the water bladders in the backpack have been dried up, and even if they are swollen, they are full of fishy urine, and the only water bladder filled with fresh water is not allowed to drink at all.

This is when the general attack is launched, and the water bladder that is allowed to be drunk is allowed.

They lack water.

Therefore, the water source can only be seized in the hands of the enemy at the cost of his life.

Make a swallowing motion in your mouth.

But his throat was hot and full of dry pain.

Unable to consume enough water, Tupac's mouth was unable to produce saliva, and even the sweat on his body became very small, and even for two days, he found that he had stopped urinating.

This is a red flag.

If it does not have enough water to nourish the body, it will die of thirst.

As a member of the Fangs family, Tupac had seen similar accounts in the family library, and the lowly jackals who had passed through the Naryn Desert and the Devil's Land had also spoken of the tragic consequences of water shortages.

Collapsed in the desert, burned to the ground by the scorching sun.

Lucky to be buried in the desert.

If you're unlucky, it becomes food for other gnolls.

"Nope." Tupac spit out the word softly, struggling to continue to walk, following his comrades in front of him to continue to walk forward indifferently, but with the unwillingness to die such a humiliating death in his heart. Educated by the brave, it would rather face thousands of enemies and die on the battlefield with honor, rather than be dried or eaten as food like the inferior gnolls.

This is one of the reasons why it can hold on and continue to move forward.

At the same time, there are the most important reasons.

Once they reach the Sentry Oasis, they will be able to drink plenty of spring water!

Sweet and clear spring water.

Tupac believed that his comrades, who were marching in a long serpentine form, were holding on for this reason, otherwise they would all fall into a nervous breakdown when they saw that there was no response team at the natural salt mines, and that the tribe of the lower gnolls was in ruins, with only puddles that were about to dry up.

But there was still resentment in everyone's hearts.

With the commander's inform, they all knew that the humans had done it.

Wipe out the receiving advance party and the tribe of low-ranking gnolls, and let them now be in a desperate situation, and the anger will not subside if you don't chop off the heads of those humans with both hands and tomahawks.

While thinking about it, Tupac suddenly noticed that the queue in front of him had stopped.

Everyone stopped moving forward.

Climbing to the top of the dune, it stared blankly at the clearing in front of it, where a rectangular fortress sits in the middle of an oasis, with four arrow towers and a square tower in the middle, all made of stone and wood.

"Whew-"

There was a howl in front of him, and Tupac couldn't help but shudder.

This was the howl of the commander, and the gnoll warriors of the entire expeditionary force woke up instantly, and walked forward quickly with the feeling of thirst, forming four phalanxes of 500 people, and quickly took off the linen robe on his body, took out the chain mail in the backpack he was carrying behind him, and quickly put it on, holding a two-handed battle axe, and re-became the jackal warrior who was once invincible on the coast of Mannheim.

Tupac had also put on his chain mail and had a new linen robe over it.

Carrying a two-handed battle axe in one hand, while howling the language of the gnolls, the 99 gnolls under his command quickly lined up behind him, waiting for the next order.

Tupac is a centurion of the Gnoll's forces.

The subordinates who belonged to the commander of the thousand commanders were also the centurions who led the troops and rushed to the front.

Only the most elite gnolls warriors can appear in this hundred-man team.

And Tupac is not only powerful, but also one of the three major families of the Graymane Kingdom, a member of the Fangs family, as the centurion of this elite centurion, he definitely has this qualification.

"Knock knock

The eager bell is echoing.

Tupac looked up at the fortress in the distance, his eyes swept over the walls and towers, and he could faintly see human infantry standing on them, holding crossbows or bows, making gestures of might towards them.

"It's a massacre!"

Tupac howled in anger and raised his two-handed tomahawk.

The hundred-man team behind him also began to roar.

Even the entire army of the gnolls was roaring with angry howls.

This is anger at the weak provoking themselves.

Past experience has proven that these humans are no match for those who climb the walls to fight in close quarters.

Even underage gnolls can defeat adult human sailors, not to mention that they are all selected elite warriors who have been tested on the battlefield for a long time, and can easily kill several humans without being hurt at all!

"Whew-"

The Commander's howl came again, an order that only the Gnoll's troops could understand.

The entire force moved towards the eastern wall.

Soon, Tupac, who was the first to charge, saw the southern part of the eastern wall, and the gate made of planks and iron sheets was in front of him, and there were also a large number of human soldiers defending on it, but no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a final struggle, as if to surrender to the siege that was about to begin.

"Drink water!"

Tupac roared loudly.

Behind him, he pulled out the only remaining water bladder in his backpack, which contained clean fresh water from the Graymane Kingdom.

The elite hundred-man team behind it, and even the other gnoll hundred-man teams, were like this, taking out all the water bladders and opening the stopper, and pouring them into their throats in large gulps, as the stomach was filled with fresh water, the strength of the whole body seemed to surge, and the bloodshot that was extremely eager to kill slowly appeared in the eyes.

"Whew-"

A neat wolf howl came out of the throats of all the gnolls.

There is no way back.

They couldn't go back alive, and there was tragedy and determination in their voices.

This is the howl of wolves that can only be uttered in a battle to the death, the voice of the ancestors of their race.

The blood began to boil in the bodies of the jackals, and they were extremely sensitive to the smell of blood, and they couldn't wait to enjoy the upcoming tragic battle.

"Charge!"

Tupac raised his two-handed battle axe, carried it on his shoulder, and walked forward with his hundred-man team in an instant.

And the speed is getting faster and faster, almost running.

However, the formation of the centurion was not scattered, and the three rows of gnolls formed a rectangular formation, carrying two-handed battle axes and quickly following Tupac, the centurion, running faster and faster, and getting closer and closer to the city gate.

The bloodlust in his eyes is also getting thicker and thicker.

They all knew that there was a lake under the western wall, but no one told them.

Even if their throats are thirsty, they still don't know that there is a water source, that they can drink, that they can live, and that they can relieve their current state of extreme thirst.

Because they all know.

Such a lake is equivalent to a moat during the siege, because they have abandoned all their siege equipment after crossing the desert, and it is impossible for them to cross the moat and attack the humans on the city wall.

That's the stupidest choice.

Only by smashing the gate with a two-handed battle axe can they truly survive!

"Roar—"

Tupac roared, his mouth full of sharp teeth and horror.

The hundred-man team behind it followed closely behind, and the two-handed battle axes in their hands were tightly gripped, and as long as they reached the city gate, their battle axes made of fine iron could be slashed into pieces by the swing of their own powerful force.

It is getting closer and closer to the city gate.

Five hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

Eighty meters.

Fifty meters.

But just then, all of a sudden, there was a dense crashing sound of "buzzing" in Tupac's ears.

Look up and look ahead.

As far as the eye can see, a rain of arrows instantly covered the top of the city wall in an arc like a torrential rain, and the dense feather arrows and crossbow arrows came almost instantaneously, and finally enveloped them all.

"How can it be denser than the crossbow arrows of the lizardmen..."

A sudden suspicion appeared in Tupac's head, he had seen a rain of arrows, but it was definitely not like that.

Lizardfolk like to use crossbows in conjunction with their spear phalanxes.

It's definitely not like this falling from the sky, like a torrential rain.

Tupac, however, could not continue to think, for a brown cone-tipped arrow had entered its eye socket and stabbed it directly into its neck, destroying its head and spine.

Now it fell to the ground, like the ancestors of the Fangs family, who died in glory.

It's all around.

The elite 100-man team, which was originally of honor, has all fallen.

In front of the rain of arrows, they all fell to the ground miserably.

Covered in white arrow feathers.

And on the surrounding sand, there are countless feather arrows and crossbow arrows slanted into it, just like flowers for the funeral of this elite hundred-man team, appearing in the sentry oasis of the Naren Desert.

With the strange charm of death, it blooms through the corpses of living beings.

"Roar..."

The gnolls in the rear were silent, looking at the strongest elite hundred-man team like this, and they didn't even approach the city gate.

The death was sudden, so that no one of the gnolls expected it.

It's all the same.

Some gnolls who have experienced a lot think of the rain of arrows of the elven race in their minds.

I've never seen it, but I've heard of it.

It's so intensive.

It's just unreasonable.

Shoot any enemy who dares to come in front of you with the most raging and furious rain of arrows.

"Roar—"

The commander of the thousand forces angrily let out a long howl of general attack, this resolute command tone, so that all the centurians instantly understood their thoughts as a commander, even if the whole army was killed and padded with corpses, they would climb the human wall, slaughter all the humans inside, and use the blood of those cowardly weak humans who only knew how to guard the city wall, and pay tribute to their fallen comrades!

This is a siege battle that has no turning back, and can only grit its teeth and fight hard!