Lord of the Oasis

The tidy hair, the strong and burly body, the gleaming eyes, and the sturdy and powerful arms are all characteristics of the high jackals who formed the Grey Mane Coast on the coast of Mannheim.

This is a wise person, a cultured race, and understands the characteristics of shame and etiquette.

And Kant's eyes told him the truth.

The forces of the Grey Mane Kingdom, who were still in a place where they were unknown, when they did not know when they would arrive, had spread their tentacles to the south of the Naren Desert, and carefully explored here.

"damn it."

Kant narrowed his eyes slightly and bowed his head softly.

The dozen or so new tents are enough to represent the crisis.

Even if there was no merchant asage, according to the obtained map and road map, they successfully arrived here, and contacted the previously defeated jackals, relocated here, and established the prototype of the outpost.

Even think about it carefully, Kant can be sure that when the real expeditionary forces arrive, it is the moment to attack the sentry oasis.

"Master Lord."

The rider on the side of Sarand said with a heavy voice: "Do you need to be prepared for battle?"

"Need." Kant's eyes gloomy: "I mean, immediately."

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

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

Kant will not allow the Greymane Kingdom to occupy the sentry oasis, and then attack the Lions.

Not as a noble class in the Principality of the Lions, the responsibility of Baron Naron.

Not even for his father, the grandfather of the lion, Cameron.

This is for myself.

Losing the sentry oasis is equal to losing the Nalun desert, losing the Nalun desert is equal to losing the enclosure, losing the enclosure is equal to losing the title of nobility, and losing the title of noble represents the end of his life.

The gallows will eventually appear in front of Kant.

Those noble forces in the Principality of the Lion who looked directly at him with resentful eyes placed the skein on Kant's neck, and then pulled down the door, allowing the corpse that died of suffocation to shake like a pendulum.

Kant's complexion returned to calm, but his eyes were incomparably hazy.

This is the consequence of losing the sentry oasis.

"It must be impossible."

With his chest undulating, Kant reached out and picked up the flag set on a special long bag.

Turning his head and looking behind him, he was ready, his face indifferent with the excited Salander light cavalry, he said in a deep voice: "Come on my cavalry, let these friends know who is the real Naren desert... the host!"

The flag made of velvet was pulled out, and the golden lion on the red background instantly fluttered in the wind.

[Deterrence of the enemy], launch!

"All charge!"

Kant shook the reins with one hand, roaring and taking the lead.

"charge!"

Behind him, 20 Salander riders and 25 desert robbers were elite. They also roared the reins of the shock. The straight spears were caught under the armpits. As the crotch horse raced, they quickly crossed Kant and became cone-shaped. Protect him in the room.

Cone formation, the most famous formation of cavalry in the cold weapon era.

It's like a sharp arrow and a long cone.

Twenty Salander riders with full body armor are sharp, and 25 desert robbers armed with spears are the main force.

Without the slow movement speed of the preliminary soldiers, the whole cavalry unit threw down the dunes fiercely and penetrated the enemy's body with a sharp edge, completely tearing down the enemy's ideas like a violent rushing cavalry and trying to resist.

The enemies will be crushed before they react!

"Boom, boom, boom--"

The sound of thunder rolls endlessly, especially in this arid and rainless desert.

The high jackals who were used to the warm climate on the coast of Mannheim stepped out of the tent and looked up at the sky in surprise, but the thick black clouds and the thundering thunder and the pouring rain did not appear.

This made them come to the southern part of the Nalun Desert, because the heat and barrenness were driving them crazy. They were extremely shocked.

"Not a rainstorm?"

There are higher jackals asking in their language.

But the answers are all the consternation and doubts of the accompanying companions, and the extreme anxiety in the face of high temperature.

They did not see the terror and fear on the faces of the low-lying jackals who looked down on them at the ruined tents next to them. With their high status, they did not pay attention to their uncivilized racial compatriots. Panic.

There was a sense of vibration under my feet, and it was getting bigger.

The rolling thunder is also getting clearer in the ear.

They even reminded them subconsciously of the endless dull thunder when a storm appeared on the sea of ​​stars.

It is a pity that when the lizardmen's privately-swept ships and the elven council's sea anti-smuggling ships are becoming more and more strict, there is not much overseas trade and the gray-maned kingdom of the port, and they have basically lost the possibility of going to sea on their own, and can no longer see the Star Sea. The storm that frightened countless captains and seafarers came from the supreme power of the deity, the storm monarch.

"Awow--"

The panicking howls of the lower jackals interrupted their contemplation.

These higher jackals turned their heads in doubt.

The vibrations under my feet were getting stronger and stronger, and the sound coming from my ears was getting louder and louder. They even made them feel wrong. They turned their heads in amazement and looked at the dozens of figures that were rushing down the sand dunes. Retracted.

They finally reacted, what is this thunderous thunder.

Terran cavalry!

Very rare arms on the coast of Mannheim.

The only similar thing might be the elf's moon deer bow cavalry, but they have never wore heavy armor like humans, and their horses and guns rushed over like a flood that broke the embankment, thinking of crushing them into fierce Scum!

"Awow, Awow!"

The ears were all low-spirited cries of the jackals, and even the jackals turned to escape.

They have lost their confidence to continue the war.

This made the high jackal who remained in the place stunned and recovered, all gathered together with a dignified face, holding his own two-handed battle axe, the heavy weapon clenched tightly, and his heart was full of energy.

They are not ignorant, uncivilized jackals.

Looking at the charging speed of the Terran Cavalry, I knew that I couldn't escape far with my two legs.

Can only fight back!

With their burly and strong bodies, the strongest melee race on the coast of Mannheim, and the high jackal warriors who are armed with two-handed tomahawks, how could they lose to those weak humans?

Even if they are riding on the creatures that have become horses, these strong jackal warriors are only brave and without fear.

Head to head, they have never been afraid of anyone!

but…

The human cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the muffled thunder swept across his mind.

The very strong sand that has been trampled under the feet has made the faint vibration feel stronger and stronger, and even made their feet feel the force of the violent shock.

This made them unaware of what happened and suddenly lost their original confidence.

These more than 30 jackal warriors holding hands tomahawk, wearing chain mail and linen robes, their hearts are beating fast.

Became dry.

Femoral urine also condenses in the lower abdomen.

Looking at it closer and closer, more and more clearly, and even seeing the human cavalry with red flags, these high jackals only felt ashamed... became counseling.

But they can't change anything.

The human cavalry is getting faster and faster, the dull thunder is getting louder and louder, and the vibration is getting stronger and stronger.

The sharp spear close to 3 meters is getting closer.

Eventually the two parties contacted.

The upright spear took the lead in piercing the jackal's chest, and the seemingly sturdy chain mail couldn't stop the sharp spearhead. It easily pierced through behind him, and even continued to pierce behind him with the near-unstoppable inertial force. The chests of the higher jackals pushed them back, but looked desperately at the front, unable to fight back.

The spears that passed by instantly took away their strength, and they could not even hold the two-handed battle axe that was originally on the coast of Mannheim. They could only fall on the ground.

Horse hissing sounded in their ears, and these jackals could even see the human face on the horseback.

Indifference, indifference, and disdain that the eyes don't cover up at all.

Because they simply can't fight back.

Because their bodies are continuing to recede.

Because the chests of all of them were strung by spears, they were hit and hit by the human cavalry, and they retreated in vain and helpless, but they didn't have any strength to fight back, and even the weapons were unable to clench and fell to the ground shamefully.

"Click... Click Click..."

A dense crisp sound appeared.

The spears of the wolf corpses flew them out for several meters. Finally, due to the instantaneous inertia and power, these refined military spears completely declared that they could not bear their force and cracked.

But the riders are ready.

They are all trained and elite cavalry.

Without hesitating to abandon the broken spear, Zema hits the flying jackals, and continues to rush towards the open area behind, and slows down, turning the horse's head to reach out and draw out the senran scimitar in the waist.

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

Because of their charge...

The high jackals who had originally gathered together have been wiped out.

Miserably fell to the ground.

The broken spears were stuck in their chests, and the blood had stained the sand.

No one can stand up.

No one can survive.

The headed jackal struggled to turn his head, and used his last strength to look at the human cavalry who carried the scimitar. His eyes were extremely frightened and unbelievable.

"This...is human...cavalry..."

It spoke slowly, but the blood in his throat could not make it speak.

But his mind was in fear.

This is with them on the sea of ​​stars, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com or the human sailors encountered by the ports on the coast of Mannheim are fundamentally different.

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

There are no such fighters on horses on the merchant ships. When they accept blackmail from Jackal officials, they will only laugh with them. Even if they encounter Jackal pirates, they will only wield their swords to resist.

Never encountered such a brutal, 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 suffocate.

Both eyes have lost sight, and can only be stuffy on the sand.

It’s very uncomfortable, but it’s nothing to do with it, and the last consciousness suddenly came to mind, that is, the Grey Mane Kingdom exhausted its strength to put together, and the expeditionary troops that would start in a month later seemed to be dangerous. .

PS: There are two more changes tonight.