Deal with those 30 gnoll warriors in chain mail, and then it's very convenient.

The low-level gnoll with a wooden pole in hand and a coarse salt sack on his back had no idea of resisting at all, threw away what he was holding, and ran towards the depths of the desert with a puff of smoke.

Fatis did not arrange for his troops to pursue him too far.

Without fresh water and food, even if you run away, you won't be able to escape a dead word in the end.

"Phew—"

Tightening the reins, Fatis stopped the horse under his crotch.

Not far in front of them, 10 Swadian heavy cavalrymen armed with maces were riding their horses to surround a gnolla in the middle, wearing fine linen robes, sitting on the ground with their heads bowed, looking as if they had surrendered.

"Master Fatis, this thing will speak for us."

One of the Svadia heavy cavalrymen lifted the cavalry helmet above his head and said a little strangely: "And that's not bad." ”

"Really?" Fatis nodded.

He was not surprised that this gnoll knew the lingua franca of the Terrans.

When he led the elite of the desert bandits to behead the gnoll shaman directly, the evil old jackal spoke the standard Terran language, which means that these gnolls also have guys who know the lingua franca of the Terran.

For example, this gnoll in a fine linen robe and a rather decent look.

It is none other than Assech.

When the Swadia heavy cavalry charged, he fled to the safer shantytowns.

Seeing that his 30 guards, like ridiculous chicks, were easily pierced by a 3-meter spear, and now they are still used as sculptures in the sand, the whole person has lost the courage to die calmly.

It thinks death is more frightening than being captured by humans.

What's more, this salt mine was invested by him for 10,000 silver horns, so it's not worth dying.

But Assechi still spoke, and said in the standard Terran lingua franca: "I am not a thing, please don't insult me with this word, I am not these low-level gnolls, but the high-level gnolls of civilization." ”

"Oh, yes."

Fatis nodded, and at the same time waved his hand to the Svadian heavy cavalry, "It doesn't matter, take it to Lord Kant." ”

"Understood." The strong Swadia heavy cavalry sneered, the mace in their hands tossed on the chain mail gloves, and said very unceremoniously: "This gnoll, do you stand up and walk by yourself, or will we carry you away?" ”

"Don't bother you, I'll go by myself."

Assechi swept the visually striking mace with some fear, and subconsciously swallowed and spitted.

Standing up, it obediently walked in front.

Ten minutes ago, Assechi had clearly seen that these seemingly ordinary maces could easily smash the gnolls' skulls open as easily as they would pop fruits.

"A wise choice." Fatis also smiled and complimented.

However, the 10 Swadian heavy cavalry around him dismounted cautiously and followed this Asechi.

The mace in their hands is tightly clenched, as long as there is any abnormal situation, with their skills, they can control this seemingly rational and completely communicative gnolls in the shortest possible time.

In fact, Assech did not resist either.

It's not because it's calm, it's because it's really afraid of the fierce heavy cavalry around it.

Walk towards Kant.

The Swadian light infantry armed with fan shields were on guard with Germanic swords.

All of them had unkind faces, and there was a threat of murderous intent in their eyes, which made Asseqi's legs a little weak, and he couldn't help but follow with his head down, not daring to raise it at all.

"My lord, capture it alive."

Fatis walked ahead and reported to Kant, "That strange gnolla from before. ”

"Well, good job." Kant nodded.

At the same time, he looked at Asseqi and asked in a calm tone, "Do you know the lingua franca of the human race?" ”

"Of course."

Assechi boldly replied, "I understand." But I didn't know how scared I was, and my heart seemed to be beating a drum, and my legs were so weak that I was about to collapse to the ground.

Kant chuckled, "Take it easy, it's not a big deal. ”

Assechi swallowed and spit, and his eyes swept over the corpses of the gnolls scattered around him, and his heart throbbed, if he had just experienced a slaughter, he didn't think anyone would be easy.

"It looks like you're not like your fellow gnolls before you."

Kant smiled and continued to ask in a flat tone: "How do I feel...", and after a pause, he added: "It is as if there is a civilization of its own, and not like a beast like them." ”

"No, it should be different."

Assechi was a little angry in his heart, and mustered up the courage to retort: "I am a high-level gnoll, and unlike these low-level gnolls in the desert, they are still beasts, and I am a civilized race!" ”

"Hmm." Kant frowned slightly, and asked with some surprise: "Higher and inferior?" ”

He really didn't expect that the jackals would have such a class division.

"Yes." Assechi swallowed and spitted, and the human nobleman was not angry before meeting, and couldn't help but explain in a low voice: "I am a high-ranking gnolls from the north of the Naren Desert, on the coast of Mannheim, a merchant from the Graymane Kingdom, and there is a fundamental difference between these low-level tribes of the desert gnolls. ”

"But it looks like you're all pretty much the same." Fatis added.

Of course, this is the same as Kant's doubts.

No matter how you look at it, this so-called high-level gnoll is a little taller, stronger, and more decently dressed.

There is not much difference in appearance from those low-level gnolls.

They were all fangs and teeth, beast-like heads, and covered in grayish-brown fur.

But this caused a little pride in Aseqi's heart, and he mustered up the courage to say: "We have established our own graymane kingdom on the coast of Mannheim, and there is an essential difference between us and these low-level gnolls with weak brains!" ”

"The Mannheim coast? Graymane Kingdom? ”

Kant's brow furrowed even tighter, these two names had never appeared in the academy library of the Duchy of Lion.

Now that he heard the gnolla speak again, Kant couldn't help asking, "You said you were from the north of the Naren Desert?" As far as I know, the Narun Desert is so large that even birds can't fly through it! ”

"You're talking about the Devil's Zone, right? That's right, as long as we gnolls can cross! ”

Assechi swallowed and foamed, regaining some confidence: "I am from the north of the Naren Desert, on the coast of Mannheim, which is a lush coastal area, and it takes 30 days to walk in the desert to get here!" ”

Kant's brow had already wrinkled into a Sichuan character.

Looking at this jackal, he said with some solemnity: "You mean, in the north of the Naren Desert, there is your kingdom?" ”

"Of course." Assechi gritted his teeth and said with some stubble: "That's the Greymane Kingdom, I said, the country established by the high-level jackals, and the troops are very strong, they can pass through the Devil Desert area that you humans can't cross, if you don't let me go, the troops of the Graymane Kingdom will pass through the Devil Desert area and go to your human kingdom to plunder!" ”

"Oh, that's right."

Kant nodded, and Fatis looked at each other.

And Assechi looked at Kant's calm appearance, and suddenly panicked, he found that he played all the hole cards, and the other party was not afraid, and he did not let go of himself.

Suddenly, his heart was even more afraid, and he didn't choose to speak: "You'd better let me go quickly, otherwise in half a year, the troops of our Graymane Kingdom will officially come here and attack your human kingdom, you can't defend it at all, and our high-level jackal warriors are the strongest!" ”

"That's good, isn't it."

Kant chuckled, and Fatis laughed beside him.

Both were smiling.

This made Assechi feel more and more fearful in his heart.

"Take it back, Manman." Kant waved his hand and solemnly instructed the Svadian heavy cavalry: "Tie it up, this is our friend." ”

"Understood." The heavy cavalry nodded.

And Aseqi looked in horror as he got closer and closer, and the heavy cavalry who took out the hemp rope couldn't help but shout: "I am willing to redeem myself with 1,000 silver horns, beg, don't kill me!" No! No! ”

He was answered by the heavy chainmail boots of the heavy cavalry.

Kicked to the ground, Assech's face was filled with despair, and he imagined that the humans who had been captured on the shores of Mannheim and then made into food felt sad about their future.

"Hope you don't stew me." Assechi looked at the sky in despair and prayed silently.

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