Lord of the Oasis

"Oh--"

A hoarse, hoarse wolf appeared at the salt mine.

The head of the jackal pirate pirate, with a scarred face with a violent anger.

They personally carried supplies to bypass the devil's land, and went from the coast of Mannheim to the southern part of the Naren Desert. They did not find the team that met them, nor did they find that they should have established a good camp.

This made them almost exhausted, with an endless killing intention in their hearts.

Trekking all the way, insisting here is not easy.

The water in the water sac has been drunk long ago, and it is filled with fishy urine at the moment, but even this kind of weekdays will vomit, and the filth that any cultured high jackals have to spur, has become them. Current life guarantee.

Because the supply has reached the point of exhaustion.

The vast dunes, I don't know which one will be their grave.

"there is a problem."

The headed pirate leader stopped howling and his eyes were full of blood.

Looking down at the scattered white bones on the ground, looking at the tooth marks, the gray fluffy feet stepped on it, and stepped **** it, and the slender leg bones snapped into bone.

The other jackals and pirates surrounded them.

With a terrible face.

Now that they have been dispatched to the southern part of the Nalun Desert, they are ready to die.

But not suffocating died of lack of water.

The pirate leader looked down at the sand dunes, the obvious traces of the road that was stepped on, and with his backhand pulled out his two-handed battle axe, his voice was hoarse and hoarse due to lack of water: "Go to that low-lying jackal tribe, we Will use his battle axe to get clear well water, and... a lot of cannon fodder in front of us!"

"Oh--"

The almost beast-like howl of despair came in the voices of this group of jackals.

They are ready.

Since the squad of soldiers dispatched in advance, has encountered an unexpected.

In this extreme case, the camps prepared for them were destroyed, and the corpses were eaten by these uncivilized low-lying jackals in the desert. Obviously, there was an irreversible conflict between the two sides.

"let's go."

The pirate leader led the way and walked down the sand dunes.

The wolves and pirates behind them stepped up to follow.

Many people took out the water sac in their arms, and they were quite dry. Obviously, there was not much stock left, but for the next trek, the plug was still pulled out, and the fishy liquid inside was poured into the stomach along the thirsty throat. in.

The gruesome color on everyone's face became more intense.

They came to the southern part of the Nalun Desert in order to conquer the human kingdom and establish a colony dominated by high jackals, but it is not a pleasant play and a relaxing outing.

A full set of chain mail and two-handed axe are essential for the expedition.

Therefore, they do not have much food and water.

That's why, when the Greymane Kingdom couldn't contact Assage, it immediately dispatched a new team of elite warriors of the wolfman, in order to build a camp for the follow-up troops.

After all, this trek will last for 30 days.

He also has to carry heavy weapons and equipment, as well as personal supplies to bypass the dangerous and hot devil zone.

Reaching the salt mine has reached the limit.

Just as they are now.

According to the plan, the elite team coming in advance will establish a good camp.

And with the largest low-level Jackal tribe, with the same wisdom of the Jackal Shaman established an alliance relationship, waiting for the arrival of the real expeditionary army, they will be included in the cannon fodder, become a stepping stone for the higher Jackal to attack the human kingdom, plan It's perfect, and it takes into account many factors.

Just unexpectedly, there was still an accident.

After a day and a night.

300 jackal pirates dragged their extremely tired bodies to the lower jackal tribes that existed on the map.

But they looked at the flat desert in front of them, with consternation and confusion in their eyes.

The entire flat sand was littered with ashes, and the scorched black bodies were all over the ruins. They even saw a lot of debris from eaten bones.

Those inferior jackals are not taboo to eat the same kind as food.

"How is this going."

The pirate leader's eyes were stunned.

The anger that had already been fought to kill all these low-level jackals was as quickly dissipated as the sand tower washed down by the waves. Only the despair and unbelief from the bottom of my heart.

The result that had been affirmed at first was not what they imagined. These low-lying jackals violently killed their elite squads and expedition caravans in order to resist their slavery.

What they inferred was actually wrong!

"This..." The elves of the jackal pirates also looked at the ruined ruins in horror.

Their drinking water has been completely consumed.

Including smelly urine.

Even after drinking water, there is not much urine, because the heat of the Nalun Desert has caused the moisture in their body to evaporate with sweat, and it will not become urine and revert to a life-saving liquid.

"Awow..."

But in the ruins not far away, there was an uneasy howling.

At the same time, just below the ground, a group of low-lying jackals covered with sand, drilled out of the pothole, looked at these more than 300 high-heeled jackals in their eyes, and they all uttered a cry like a beast. .

It’s like a warning and a declaration of sovereignty.

"Lower ethnic groups."

The pirate leader whispered in the language of the jackal.

"Then... look at the jaws of those guys!" But the jackal pirate behind it, with a little excitement in his voice: "Boss, look at those **** inferior groups, they seem to drink water!"

Many jackal pirates withdrew their hands behind the big axe.

Shortness of breath.

Even the pirate leader, the eyes saw the low-lying jackal who had made the hole. The gray fur on his body was wet, and there were still drops of water on the chin and neck.

Obviously, these low-level jackals just drank water.

"Roar--"

The pirate leader's eyes were suddenly scarlet, full of grim meaning.

With a roar, it quickly rushed over with its men, frightening the dozen or so low-lying jackals to mourn in horror, and fled towards the surrounding sand dunes, just like the cowards who squirmed.

These jackal pirates didn't care about these lower ethnic groups.

In their view, these low-lying jackals were supposed to be afraid of them.

When I came to the pothole, there were scattered sand and stones.

And just at the pothole, it has been dug down by claws to a depth of nearly 7 meters. At the bottom, the sun shines in, and you can clearly see that a small water source is seeping out of the basin-sized puddle.

But this is indeed water.

Can live!

The already thirsty Jackal pirate leader jumped straight down, sipping the little fresh water at the bottom, and his eyes were extremely grim, but he did not drink too much.

Back to the top again, it yelled in a low voice: "Everyone takes three sips, fast!"

There is not much fresh water blocked by sand underneath.

It is estimated that everyone can only drink three sips.

There are even shortcomings.

In the end, the water in the deep pit even left only wet sand, but even this, some pirates who did not drink enough water were stuffed into their mouths and sucked vigorously, in order to absorb the water that the body badly needed.

If you are not drinking water, these high-level jackals will all die of thirst.

"In the end what happened."

The Jackal leader couldn't help murmuring to himself.

It looked around the dark ruins around it, apparently traces of fire.

The mouth is still thirsty, but its emotions are extremely complicated, and even his eyes have been feared: "Will it be, those human kingdoms, have we discovered our plan?"

The wolves and pirates beside it were silent.

After drinking the water, they are now desperate and desperate.

Instead, there are more desires to live.

No one really wants to die.

But they all understand that now they cannot return to the coast of Mannheim. They have lost their supplies and have no capital to go back. I am afraid they have lost this water source. All the pirates who came here will be in three days. All will die of thirst, even if their talents make them no matter how patient they are.

Without water, you will die of thirst, the basic elements of life.

"Sentinel Oasis, let's go there."

The pirate leader slowly opened his eyes and looked to the south, with a solemn tone of voice: "After a rest day here, then we went to the south, as the map already pointed out, there is an oasis with springs, and desert antelopes let us As food."

The wolves pirates behind were extremely moved.

They have all heard of this point on the map, and it is also where the expeditionary forces will build outposts in the future.

But now they are all down.

Physical strength is almost exhausted.

You can only rely on this excavated puddle to get a small amount of water or fill up your own water sac to support your spirit and physical strength. After walking for 3 days, you can reach the sentry oasis.

They are not physically strong enough to travel in the desert at the fastest speed.

The pirate leader of the jackal was insane.

I have also made up my mind.

Even if the sentinel oasis ~ www.readwn.com ~ has a human force, it must bring its own subordinates, as in the sea of ​​stars, and easily kill those who are extremely weak in melee attacks.

On the deck of a merchant ship, humans are not their opponents.

Now comes the land where the jackals are best at.

It believes that even if their subordinates have their combat power reduced due to lack of water, it is not the same as those weak human beings, they will easily win!

"Oh--"

The wolf howling echoed among the surrounding sand dunes, with the vague language and desperation revealed by the lower jackals, as well as words that the beast didn't even know what to say.

Low-grade jackals lack words and language, and are much more advanced than beasts.

"This poor group of people."

The pirate leader's eyes looked at the surrounding sand dunes, flinching and looking down at the lower jackal with a grin: "ready-made cannon fodder."