"Ow—"
Hoarse and hateful wolf howls emerged from the salt mines.
The leader of the Gnoll pirate leader, with a face full of scars, was full of renegade anger.
They personally carried supplies around the devil's land, from the coast of Mannheim to the southern part of the Nalun Desert, but they didn't find the supporting team, let alone the camp that should have been established.
This made them, who were almost exhausted, have endless killing intent in their hearts.
Trek all the way, stick to here is not an easy task.
The clear water in the water bag has already been drunk, and what is currently contained in it is smelly urine, but even this kind of filth that would be vomited after drinking it on weekdays, and which would be spurned by any civilized high-level wolf man, has become them. Guarantee of life at present.
Because the supply has reached the point of depletion.
Among the vast sand dunes, I don't know which one will become their grave.
"there is a problem."
The formidable pirate leader stopped howling, his eyes were bloodshot.
He lowered his head and swept across the scattered bones on the ground, looking at the tooth marks, the paws covered with gray fluff stepped on them, stepped on them hard, and the slender leg bones shattered into bone residue with a soft "click".
The other jackals and pirates gathered around one after another.
With a ferocious face.
Since they were dispatched to the southern part of the Nalun Desert, they were ready to die.
But it's not about dying of lack of water.
The pirate leader looked at the obvious traces of the road under the sand dunes, pulled out his two-handed battle ax on his back, and roared in a low voice hoarse due to lack of water: "Go to that lowly wolf man tribe, we Will get clear well water with his battle axes, and... a lot of cannon fodder rushing ahead of us!"
"Ow—"
A desperate howl almost like a beast came out from the throats of this group of gnolls.
They are ready.
Since the warrior team dispatched in advance has already encountered an accident.
In this extreme situation, the camp prepared for them was destroyed, and the corpses were eaten by these uncivilized low-level gnolls in the desert. Obviously, an irreversible conflict occurred between the two sides.
"let's go."
The pirate leader led the way down the dunes.
The Gnoll pirates behind him stepped forward to follow.
Many people took out the water sacs in their arms, and they were already quite dry, apparently there was not much storage left, but for the next trek, they still pulled out the plugs and let the smelly liquid inside flow down their thirsty throats into their stomachs inside.
The ferocious look on everyone's face became more and more intense.
They came to the southern part of the Nalun Desert with the purpose of conquering the human kingdom and establishing a colony dominated by high-level gnolls. It was not a pleasant play and a relaxing outing.
A full set of chain mail and a two-handed axe are must-haves for an expedition.
So they don't have much food and water.
This is also the reason why, when the Gray Mane Kingdom was unable to contact Assage, it immediately dispatched a new team of Jackal elite fighters, in order to establish a camp here first to support the follow-up troops.
After all, this trek will last for a full 30 days.
It is also necessary to carry heavy weapons and equipment, as well as personal supplies to bypass the dangerous and hot devil area.
Reaching the salt mine has reached the limit.
as they are now.
According to the plan, the elite squad that arrived in advance will set up a camp.
And establish an alliance with the largest low-level wolf-man tribe, the wolf-man shaman with the same wisdom, wait for the arrival of the real expeditionary force, incorporate them into the cannon fodder, and become a stepping stone for the high-level wolf man to attack the human kingdom. It's perfect, and a lot of factors have been considered.
Unexpectedly, there was still an accident.
After a day and a night.
300 Gnoll pirates dragged their extremely tired bodies to the low-level Gnoll tribe that existed on the map.
But they looked at the flat desert in front of them, with astonishment and puzzlement in their eyes.
The entire flat sandy ground was covered with ashes from the burning, and charred corpses were scattered among the ruins. They even saw a lot of gnawed bone fragments.
Those low-level gnolls did not shy away from using their own kind as food.
"How is this going."
There was astonishment in the eyes of the pirate leader.
The anger that had already been prepared to fight and kill all these low-level gnolls dissipated without a trace like a sand tower washed away by waves, leaving only despair and unbelief from the bottom of my heart.
The result that had already been affirmed was not what they imagined at all. These low-level wolf men brazenly killed their elite squad and expedition caravan in order to resist their enslavement.
What they deduced turned out to be wrong!
"This..." Those elite jackals and pirates were also looking at the messy ruins in front of them in horror.
Their drinking water has been completely depleted.
Including foul-smelling urine.
Even after drinking water, they can't urinate much, because the heat of the Nalun Desert has already evaporated the water in their bodies with sweat, and it will not turn into urine at all, and turn it into a life-saving liquid.
"Aww..."
But from the ruins not far away, there was an uneasy howling.
At the same time, in the ground, a group of low-level gnolls covered in mud and sand came out of the hole. Looking at the more than 300 strong high-level gnolls in their eyes, they howled like wild beasts. .
It's like warning and declaring your territorial sovereignty.
"Inferior group."
The pirate leader cursed in a low voice in the language of the gnolls.
"Then...look at the jaws of those guys!" But the voice of the Gnoll pirate behind it was a little excited: "Boss, look at those damned inferior groups, they seem to have drunk water!"
Many jackal pirates drew out their two-handed axes behind their backs.
One by one was short of breath.
Even the pirate leader saw in his eyes the low-level gnoll who got out of the hole. The gray fur on his body was wet, and water was still dripping from his chin and neck.
Obviously, these low-level gnolls just drank water.
"Roar-"
The pirate leader's eyes turned scarlet, full of ferocity.
Roaring wildly, it rushed over quickly with its subordinates, scaring the dozen or so low-level gnolls to howl in fear, and fled towards the surrounding sand dunes one after another, like cowards.
These Gnoll pirates didn't care about these lower races.
In their view, these low-level wolf men should be afraid of them.
When I came to the pothole, there were scattered sand and stones everywhere.
And at the pothole, it has been dug down by the claws to a depth of nearly 7 meters. At the bottom, the sun shines in, and a small water source can be clearly seen in the basin-sized puddle.
But it is indeed water.
Can survive!
The leader of the jackal pirates, who was already extremely thirsty, jumped straight down, gulping down the small amount of fresh water at the bottom, his eyes were extremely ferocious, but he didn't drink for too long.
Returning to the top, it roared in a low voice: "Everyone has three sips, fast!"
There is not much fresh water below that is blocked by sand.
It is estimated that each person can only drink three sips.
There are even some deficiencies.
In the end, the water in the deep pit was only moist sand, but even this was stuffed into the mouth of some pirates who hadn't had enough water to suck it vigorously, in order to absorb the water that the body desperately needed.
If they don't drink water, these high-ranking gnolls will all die of thirst.
"In the end what happened."
The leader of the gnolls couldn't help muttering to himself.
It looked around at the still dark ruins, which were obviously traces of being burned by the fire.
The mouth is still thirsty, but its emotions are extremely complicated, and there is even fear in the eyes: "Could it be that those human kingdoms have discovered our plan?"
The gnolls and pirates beside it were silent.
After drinking the water, they no longer had the despair they could have desperately at any time.
Instead, there is more desire to live.
No one really wants to die.
But they all understand that it is impossible for them to return to the coast of Mannheim now. They have lost their supplies and have no capital to go back. I am afraid that if they lose this water source, all the pirates who come here will die within three days. They will all die of thirst, no matter how much their talent makes them endure.
Without water, you will die of thirst, the basic element of life.
"Sentry Oasis, let's go there."
The pirate leader opened his mouth slowly, looked towards the south, and said in a serious tone: "We will rest here for a day, and then we will go to the south. It has been pointed out on the map that there is an oasis with springs, and there are desert antelopes that can let us as food."
The Gnoll pirate behind him was extremely moved.
They have all heard of this point on the map, and it is also the place where the expeditionary force will establish an outpost in the future.
But now they are all spiritless.
Physical strength is also almost exhausted.
Only by relying on this excavated puddle, each person can obtain a small amount of water, or fill up their own water bladders, to sustain their mental and physical strength and reach the sentry oasis after a 3-day journey.
They are not physically strong and cannot trek in the desert at the fastest speed.
There was madness in the eyes of the pirate leader of the Gnoll.
I have already made up my mind.
Even if there is a human army in the sentry oasis, it will bring its own subordinates, just like in the Sea of Stars, and easily slaughter those extremely weak humans who attack in melee.
On the decks of merchant ships, humans are no match for them.
Now came the land where the gnolls are best at.
It believed that even if the fighting power of its own subordinates was reduced due to lack of water, they were not comparable to those weak humans, and they would easily win the victory!
"Ow—"
The howling of wolves echoed in the surrounding sand dunes, carrying the indistinct language and desperation revealed by the lowly wolf man, as well as the beast-like words that didn't know what to say.
Low-level gnolls don't have writing and language, and their voices are much more advanced than those of wild beasts.
"This group of inferior ethnic groups."
The pirate leader's eyes looked at the low-level gnolls who poked their heads out from behind the surrounding sand dunes, with a grin on the corner of his mouth: "Ready-made cannon fodder."
(end of this chapter)