Lord of the Oasis

"Ow--"

The gnoll roared in despair, but the bloodthirsty and ferocious primitive nature was aroused at this moment, far more savage and tyrannical than their native compatriots, those inferior gnolls.

And the wisdom brought by belonging to the Ming race!

The gnolls in the front row knelt down and used their backs as stairs, while the gnolls in the back row stepped on the backs of their companions mercilessly. Using this human flesh ladder, they madly moved towards the top of the city wall like ants. Climbing through the attic window, even on the left and right sides, the arrow towers and the archers at the city gate formed a rain of crossed arrows, causing the gnoll who wanted to climb to suffer heavy casualties, but the gnoll who followed also Still crawling wildly with red eyes.

In the current situation, they have suffered heavy losses, and they have to capture the sentry oasis. Even if the casualties exceed half, they must take down this crucial fortress!

"Ow—"

The commander-in-chief hid a large number of gnoll warriors, all of them had come to the bottom of the city wall, and there were two human flesh ladders built with gnoll bodies!

All the gnolls have tried their best to climb up.

They have no way out!

But Kant was not afraid of their crazy attacks.

Because he belongs to the exile and also has no way out!

"Go and tell Manid, throw all the stones down at me, and don't let the gnoll climb up!"

Kant was issuing orders loudly.

The Swadian crossbowman behind him, who was the messenger, put away the crossbow in his hand, turned around and quickly climbed the ladder, came to the top of the wooden attic, and reported Kant's order loudly to Manid.

"I see!"

Manid responded, and on the noisy battlefield, there were angry howls and curses from the soldiers.

This tragic battle made his face sweat, but the light crossbow in his hand did not dare to stop easily, and shot the crossbow arrow that had been stuck in the slot, he also loudly ordered the Swadian militiamen: "Change. Stone, don't let those gnolls come up, hurry up! Others don't hesitate, keep shooting!"

It only takes a few people to throw stones.

The other Swadian militias still had to fire quickly with their hunting crossbows.

Although less powerful.

But within a distance of less than 10 meters, the power of the hunting crossbow in the hand is also enough to pierce the chain armor worn by the gnoll, and even fatally, it can directly hit the target!

Looking at the layer of gnoll corpses covered under the city wall, it is partly due to them!

"Smash!"

Twenty Swadian militias carried half-human-head-sized stones.

When they came to the edge of the city wall and looked at the noisy battlefield below, they all grinned, with bloodshot eyes on the heads of savage beasts, and their hearts trembled slightly, but the stones in their hands were held high above the top and smashed down heavily.

In order to protect their homeland, this group of peasant militiamen, even if the entire army was wiped out, would be willing!

The Sentinel Oasis, the "Drehem" fortress, is their home!

"call--"

The stones were smashed down heavily.

The speed made a faint sound of wind, and in an instant, it smashed into the crowd of gnolls, and smashed into the head of the gnolls who were still kneeling and building a human ladder, gnashing their teeth and being trampled by their companions.

The blood splashed, the brains burst, and the red and white splattered directly.

The gnoll whose head was smashed was lying on the pile of corpses directly under him. His wide eyes were full of despair and disbelief, but the hollowed-in skull caused their wide eyes to quickly disperse. .

The stone was smashed down, and the power was stronger than the cone-headed arrow of the Reston Ranger!

"Boom bang bang bang-"

More than a dozen stones were smashed down, and even the human flesh ladders that the gnoll warriors were desperately stacking were smashed away, and the corpses on the ground were spread. Not the Swadian militias at the top of the walled attic.

On the contrary, these militiamen took the opportunity to come to the edge, pulled the trigger and aimed at the gnolls below, which was covered with arrows.

Dozens of gnolls fell again.

The corpses piled up at the bottom, and the gnolls grew crazier as the death toll went up.

The howls were endless, and there were screams of despair and anger everywhere.

Those gnolls haven't given up yet.

The new batch of front row knelt down on the pile of corpses again, and became a human flesh ladder for the back row to step on and climb up. They didn't care about the stones that fell on their heads, and they could burst their heads and die in minutes. .

They have fallen into some kind of desperate and fearless madness.

"Crazy, crazy, crazy!"

Manid was loudly cursing the gnolls at the bottom.

The light crossbow in his hand was pulled, and the crossbow arrow was directly nailed to the chest of the gnoll below, piercing the chain mail, and seemed to injure his lungs, but the gnoll didn't care at all, but looked up at him, with a smile on his face. With a grim smile, he pulled out the crossbow arrow from his chest abruptly, and the splashed blood stained the linen robe on his body.

This is a demonstration against Manid, and it is a fearlessness of death.

Of course, the price is that after pulling out the crossbow bolt, the gnoll kneeled on the ground with weak legs, becoming a ladder for the gnolls behind him, a new ladder made of dozens of corpses!

That's why Manid cursed the gnolls for being crazy.

Because under this death-like charge, the corpses were already built into slopes. Even if the militiamen smashed the stones down, the arrow towers on both sides and the archers at the city gate kept releasing arrows. It was still possible for those gnolls to reach the attic window through the slope of the corpses of their companions!

"Um-bang!"

The two-handed tomahawk slammed into the window sill, and the spattered sawdust hit the bowman in the face.

The situation is getting more and more dangerous.

"Throw all our grease down!"

Kant's face was calm, and he stretched out his hand and ordered a counterattack loudly.

In the corner of the attic, a Swadian crossbowman immediately took 4 clay pots and smashed them down against the window, smashing a jackal with its head stuck out.

The clay pot shattered instantly, and the amber liquid inside instantly spilled onto the stairs where the entire body was piled up.

"Torches!"

Kant's orders continued to sound.

Clear and loud on this noisy battlefield.

The torches that had been prepared for a long time were immediately brought, and they were still burning and thrown out of the window. When they touched the amber liquid, a raging fire rose up, and the stench of black smoke quickly began to spread!

The amber liquid in the clay pot was the oil purchased from the caravan leader, Jocelyn.

Oil made from the fattest pigs.

The best combustibles!