Lord of the Oasis

"Ow--"

Finally, there was a gnoll who couldn't hold back his hunger and thirst, ran quickly and continued to rush towards the lake full of corpses, even the water was stained red with blood, and gulps down the bloody lake water.

Hundreds of thousands, this group of low-level gnolls continued to swarm up.

Thirst drives them crazy.

Even on the city walls and arrow towers, the archers of Vicia and the Swadian crossbowmen shot arrows one after another, so that the arrows and crossbow bolts were inserted all over the corpses by the lake, like layers of white straw. Still can't stop the more and more crowded low-level gnolls drinking water.

Even in order to save the more advanced conical arrows, the Ravenston Rangers have already closed their bows and stopped shooting.

But the rain of arrows shot was more dense.

50 archers and 50 crossbowmen have all gathered on the west wall and arrow tower.

The layers of arrows rained continuously, causing the corpses of low-level gnolls to be scattered all over the shore of the lake 30 meters away.

This group of low-level gnolls without armor can't stop the shooting of bows, arrows and crossbows!

"crazy."

Manid couldn't help but speak.

The low-level gnolls in the front were shot to death, and those in the back also rushed forward.

Just to drink water.

Or come into contact with the lake water that has been dyed red with blood.

This purpose of survival made all the low-level gnolls red-eyed, and the entire queue collapsed completely. dissipated into the invisible.

Cannibalism continues to occur.

The mace slammed hard on the head of the companion next to him.

Brain burst, blood flow.

Add to that the rain of arrows that could be spilled over your head at any time, and death is everywhere.

Makes them even more crazy.

Aren't these gnolls crazy!

Kant stood on the spot, looking calmly at the bank of the bloody river below. With the shooting of the archers on the city wall, the gnolls with arrows fell every moment, but there were more The gnolls were rushing up, layer upon layer, seemingly fearless, but in the end even the corpses floated in the lake, and hundreds of people died.

This is a farce.

A laugh-worthy farce.

But Kant's face was calm, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes.

When he saw that these low-level gnolls were dying more and more, the anger in his heart became more and more accumulated.

With a fist clenched slightly, Kant said slowly, "This is the enemy I demand to strictly ensure defense. It really didn't make me think that my enemy turned out to be some humble gnolls, garbage that even recruits can contend with."

Manid smiled bitterly: "They are indeed vulnerable." He also had nothing to say.

"yes."

Kant nodded and sighed softly: "It's really vulnerable."

At the beginning, he chose to leave this lake outside the city wall, leaving only the spring water inside the city wall, in order to tempt those enemy troops who were extremely short of water after a long journey to come to drink water, take advantage of the city wall and arrow towers, consume the enemy. of living force.

This is a decision made by him personally.

But I didn't expect it to be so good now.

Physiologically dehydrated makes these gnolls almost crazy and completely irrational.

It stands to reason that Kant should be happy and appreciate this battle where the enemy is dying, but he can't be happy, because he has no intention of treating these inferior gnolls as opponents at all.

From the battle he took with more than 300 low-level infantry to destroy the gnoll tribe.

Now that he has more elite troops, why should he regard these low-level gnolls as enemies of life and death?

prepared by Kant.

It should only be enjoyed by those advanced gnolls!

For the expeditions of Greymane Kingdom, those high gnolls from the coast of Mannheim!

"Report the result to me when it's over."

Kant turned around and left the top floor of the Consular Hall without hesitation.

Fatis, not far away, has already prepared with 5 Mamluks and 50 Swadian heavy cavalry, and the charging route is aimed at the side of the low-level gnolls who are fighting for water in the lake. .

Although there are only 50 people, the charging effect caused by it will not be too bad.

This is not a rivalry between armies.

It was 56 regular heavy cavalrymen who were about to slaughter a group of beggars who had lost their will to fight.

It was a massacre!

The horse's hooves stepped heavily into the sand, and the soft gravel dented in an instant, but it brought effective strength to set off the horse's running, and its galloping speed was getting faster and faster. In just a few seconds, it rushed over 40 to 50 meters. distance, entered the full-speed charge mode, and slammed into their target heavily!

"Long live Lord Kant!"

Fatis charged at the forefront, the knight sword in his hand held high, and he charged first.

The sound of horse hooves bursts behind him, and even stepping on the sand layer caused a roar like faint thunder and lightning.

The 5 Mamluks were guarding the Fatis on both sides, while the 50 Swadian heavy cavalry behind him lined up one after another, side by side, stepping on a neat charge, and violently began to charge and crush.

Heavy cavalry crushing light infantry!

"Boom bang bang bang bang bang-"

The fully-armored warhorses easily knocked away the gnolls who couldn't dodge.

The sharp lance easily pierced through the guy who was trying to resist.

The warhorse under the crotch stepped, the horseshoe stepped heavily on the corpse, and the muscles were shattered. Even if there were still unlucky ghosts alive, because of the continuous horseshoes, they vomited blood from the mouth, and completely lost their life.

The most straightforward, perhaps, is the guy whose head was directly stepped on by a horse's hoof.

At least don't suffer!

The power of this charge, even the well-made lances, could not hold up, and they were broken one after another.

But whether it was the Mamluks or the Swadian heavy cavalry, they didn't care at all. They pulled out their two-handed iron staff and mace, and waved heavily towards the low-level gnolls who were scrambling for a way out in the panic. .

The heads were sunken in, and the brains were directly smashed and splashed out.

A gnoll with a height of more than 2 meters seems to be the best target. It is not necessary for these heavy cavalry to bend over. They only need to wave their arms to complete the kills one by one.

As for the counterattack of those inferior gnolls.

A beggar who hasn't had enough water for a long time, even if he raises his mace, can't break the chain armor's defense at all!

a time.

The 56-man heavy cavalry force was slaughtering thousands of gnolls.

After the horseshoe's path, there were bloody corpses that fell and were trampled everywhere.

[The trend of deterring the enemy] Fluttering.

The golden lion with a red background is like coming to life.

This is the feature being activated.

Looking at the more and more thoroughly collapsed gnolls, you can see that their morale has been reduced to the bottom of terror, even close to the bottom line, and they have no intention of continuing to resist, and only know to flee aimlessly.

They are scrambling for each other, fearing like the deepest abyss, opening their bloodthirsty mouths towards them.

As Kant said, this cannot be a battle.

Just slaughter.

And in the dunes on the west side, the 300 gnoll pirates who left as soon as possible and separated from those lower ethnic groups, their faces became gloomy, raised their tomahawks in both hands, gathered together, and breathed quickly.

Desert bandits have surrounded this group of gnoll pirates.

80 light cavalry, surrounded by 300 heavy infantry, a bit ridiculous.

But it is.

When these were dressed in chain armor and held two-handed tomahawks, they knew they were elite gnolls by their appearance, and they were stared at by desert robbers. When they escaped quietly, they directly surrounded them with people.

Not far away, several short javelins were inserted into the sand, and they did not seem to have done any good.

But still let these gnoll pirates dare not take any action.

Because in their queue, the two companions were sitting on the ground, the two short javelins had been deeply stabbed in the chest and lower abdomen, and the chain mail they were wearing had no effect at all.

Because of the huge inertia contained in the short javelin, the wound was stabbed so deeply that he dared not pull it out.

These gnoll pirates have a lot of experience fighting for their lives on the sea of ​​stars.

Of course, if you directly pull out these javelins that pierce your body at this time, it will definitely cause massive bleeding. If you are not prepared, it will kill people.

But they have no choice.

The pirate leader's eyes were filled with tyranny and despair.

The other pirates were similar.

Looking at the desert robbers, they have already noticed that these humans on warhorses have become so strong, so fast, and so terrifying in lethality!

Even the elves riding the moon deer are not as fast as these human cavalry!

"These humans...how are they different?"

Endless doubts arose in the hearts of the gnoll pirates, but this doubt made them more and more desperate.

After walking a distance of more than ten meters, they wanted to rush over to fight, but these human cavalry did not give them the opportunity to approach. The two comrades lose their combat effectiveness in an instant, and there may be a possibility of death.

They wanted to go, but the desert robbers rode their horses around them.

This feeling makes them feel like a pack of wolves.

As long as there is any chance, they will pounce on and bite a piece of meat fiercely. Every time a javelin is thrown, a pirate comrade-in-arms who get along with each other will fall down, waiting for the countdown to death.

From the common cavalry and shooting tactics of the Kugits, it can drag down all infantry.

Now let the gnoll pirates restless, and in desperation there is no choice at all.

Because when they moved, revealing vacancies and flaws, it was the dozen or so short javelins that roared, piercing their armor, and humiliating the elite pirates who used to be brave and skilled in the sea of ​​stars.

In a short period of time, more than a dozen gnoll pirates were hit by short javelins and fell.

"Human... We surrender!"

The pirate leader looked at his subordinates who were filled with despair and had no hope, but sighed softly, swallowed his saliva, and said in a hoarse, smoking voice, "We surrendered..."