Lord of the Oasis

Archers and Swadian crossbowmen are ready to shoot on the towers and walls.

The longbow was drawn into a full moon, the crossbow was taut, and the iron diamond-shaped arrows of the feather and crossbow arrows were already aimed at the city wall. On the opposite side of the 30-meter-wide small lake, they were kneeling on the shore, vying to drink. The lower gnoll of water.

The thumping sound of the splash, the roar of the werewolves fighting for their position.

There was also an anxious howl of not drinking water.

The noise outside the lake is like a vegetable market, but it is silent on the city walls and arrow towers.

All are waiting for orders.

Kant's order.

He stood on the top floor of the Consulate Hall, but moved from the north side to the west side, standing behind the concave-convex-style retaining wall, quietly watching those who had lost control and were scrambling for drinks regardless of the orderliness of the formation. The lower gnoll of water.

Especially seeing the appearance of fighting each other with mace in order to drink water, I still want to laugh.

"That's the enemy we're waiting for."

The corner of Kant's mouth was slightly raised in a smile, which seemed to be mocking and disdain.

But in the depths of his eyes, there was a cold winter-like indifference, which made his teeth clenched tightly, and his voice seemed to come out of his teeth: "This joke is too funny."

Fatis and Manid's faces were equally ugly.

Been busy for so many days.

Careful for fear of something going wrong.

Even the most important agricultural foundation at present, the date palm forest of the 5 mu of land has been completely cut down.

Instead, it is now.

A group of messy, low-level gnolls with no tactics at all, kneeling by the lake and drinking water, they don't care about the crossbowmen on the city wall in front of them, they only know that they are thirsty and smoking. Throat, madly filling the stomach with lake water, is their pursuit.

They are not troops at all, let alone soldiers.

It was a group of people who fled here and met humble beggars who wanted to live.

Ordered to shoot the garbage that feels like a waste of arrows!

More low-level gnolls got out of the already impetuous queue,

He ran over in a hurry, his head was stuffed in the lake water, and he drank the cold lake water with big gulps, his stomach was very round, and he was unwilling to give way to the gnoll behind.

The physical craving for water has made them lose their minds.

Selectively forget about the current situation.

It was even more as if they couldn't see the city wall opposite the lake, they were the human bowmen who had already bent their bows and arrows. They only knew who was preventing them from drinking water, so they smashed them heavily with the mace in their hands. former kin.

Blood was flowing, and even some gnolls fainted from being smashed, and they gradually lost their life during the stampede.

The smell of blood started to get stronger.

What's more exciting is the ferocity of the low-level gnolls who have no time to drink water.

The mace waved wildly, these gnolls who were eager to drink water didn't care about the life and death of their companions at all, they only knew that if they fell down, they would be able to take a step forward to drink water and survive!

In just ten minutes, there was a crazy fight by the lake.

Those low-level gnolls, with red eyes, regard any of the same kind around them as enemies that hinder their survival.

"grown ups."

Fatis spoke slowly and said calmly: "This battle is over."

Manid's face was the same.

Nearly 500 gnolls are killing each other frantically for drinking water. Even if there are archers shooting at any time, the corpses are still slaughtered like enemies. In just a few minutes, they are already in this game. Hundreds of gnolls fell in the cannibalistic melee, and the lake water was stained with blood.

Yes.

The battle is indeed over.

The expected brutal siege did not occur.

The well-prepared fortifications, and the soldiers who are united, are useless now.

It was like a joke.

They stood at the top of their city walls and arrow towers, watching the group of low-level gnolls kill each other, and in the large group of 1000 meters away, more and more gnolls, in order to drink water , rushing over with the gnoll at all, and re-fighting with the gnolls who were still standing, the shore was full of corpses and blood.

They are all dead, like a blood feud for generations.

Kant watched all this coldly.

There was a cold snort in the nasal cavity, and he waved forward: "Shoot all."

He felt a little tired.

Now there is no need to continue watching, this group of low-level gnolls has lost the ability to attack the city, even if they use the tactics of ant possession, pile up the 7-meter-high city wall with corpses, and climb into the attic.

Cannibalism has consumed all the remaining trust in this group of low-level gnolls.

"Shoot them all!"

The messengers shouted and conveyed Kant's order.

The Ravenston Rangers stationed at the top of the Consulate were the quickest to respond.

He directly raised the heavy bow in his hand, and looked down at the top of the Consultative Hall. Each of them aimed at their preset targets, and mercilessly fired a round of salvos at the gnolls who were still fighting each other by the lake.

The sound of arrow rain "whoosh" can be heard incessantly.

The archers on the walls and towers were also ordered to pull the trigger or loosen the taut bowstring.

The rain of arrows poured down like a waterfall.

There was a mournful groan of the air being torn apart by arrows everywhere.

"Puff puff puff puff-"

Arrow into meat.

The gnolls, who were still killing each other with red eyes by the lake, collapsed in unison in an instant.

Before these gnolls could react, the faster archers bent their bows and arrows again, and shot a rain of arrows again in unison, nailing the gnolls who had not fallen down like hedgehogs. dense.

With a shooting distance of less than 30 meters, there is almost no need to aim too much.

The power of feather arrows and crossbow arrows is also at its strongest.

These low-level gnolls have no armor, they are all tattered linen robes and animal skins. At such a close distance, even the bones can be shot through, not to mention the skin and muscles.

The howl suddenly sounded.

The gnolls finally reacted.

Looking at the human archers on the city wall and the arrow tower in horror, they began to retreat.

But now the Swadian crossbowmen pulled the trigger again.

Heavy crossbow arrows came in an instant.

The gnoll who escaped slowly had nails pierced through the back. Bad luck directly pierced into the lungs. As he ran, blood foamed up from his mouth, and his legs went soft and he knelt down directly on the ground, with no intake of air. Breathing out, the pupils are dilated.

Low-level gnolls cannot be called Kant's opponents at all.

"Fatis."

Kant's face was calm, and he said: "Lead all the heavy cavalry and prepare to attack."

"Understood." Fatis nodded.

Without hesitation, he turned around and left, walked out of the Consultation Hall quickly, and summoned the heavy cavalry troops under his command. Following the opening of the southern city gate, he stepped on the horseshoe and stepped into the softer sand layer.

Behind Fatis, there is also a Swadian heavy cavalry holding [Deterring the Enemy].

The golden lion with a red background fluttered in the wind behind him, which also set off the half-slap size on his chest.

With the addition of two strange things, Fatis is full of confidence.

This is why Kant let him lead the heavy cavalry to attack.

………………

In the distance, the 300 gnoll pirates were terrified by the dense rain of arrows to the point of despair, and their actions that were still preventing the troops from collapsing, all subconsciously slowed down a lot.

They are not stupid lowly gnolls.

Which of them from the coast of Mannheim is not an existence that has made a name for itself in the sea of ​​stars.

Look at the human archers on the city walls.

The despair in their hearts grew stronger.

Even if the Greymane Kingdom is preparing to set off in the back, the Gnoll expedition with siege equipment, facing this fortress, it is estimated that it will take a certain price to gnaw it down. With their 300 people and more than 3000 people, there is not much wisdom. The low-level gnolls, even if they threw themselves into the sea of ​​corpses and blood, probably would not be able to conquer this fortress.

Look at those who kill each other just to drink water, they have no confidence at all.

They are equally thirsty.

There was also smoke in his throat.

But reason can make them understand that killing each other now, the ultimate result is death.

"We can't stay here any longer."

The pirate leader of the gnoll spoke with determination in his eyes.

Turning to look at the pirate subordinates who have followed him for more than ten years, he slowly took a half step back: "Let's go, these natives in the desert, we can no longer control them."

The low-level gnolls were all looking at the city wall in fear, and some even started to flee.

The seemingly huge army fell into the brink of collapse in an instant.

But it's not the army either.

The pirate leader can see clearly now. Although his throat is smoking and the thirst in his stomach makes his body weak, his head still tells him that the best thing to do now is to get out of here.

Stay away from the Sentinel Oasis, and the human troops in that fortress.

Or rather, escape.

Tormented by thirst and hunger, they are powerless to fight.

What's more, the group of cannon fodder that he brought with him has already lost control, and the cannibalism just now gave them a warning.

"Listen to your arrangement, my lord!"

The pirates nodded.

So he gradually stepped back, ignoring the low-level gnolls around him.

To them, these inferior tribes, who can't even speak the language of gnolls, can't be counted as the same kind at all. They are just a group of similar-looking beasts. It's the right choice to be cannon fodder, but it's definitely impossible to be a compatriot.

With the departure of the gnoll pirates, the low-level gnolls who lost their command were at a loss.

More and more lowly gnolls began to flee.

But there are many more gnolls gathered together, looking at the dazzling lake water under the city wall not far away, their eyes are full of desire for drinking water, they have lost their minds.

Just leaving like this, these low-level gnolls are not reconciled.