Lord of the Oasis

Well-groomed hair, strong and burly bodies, piercing eyes, and strong arms, these are the hallmarks of the high gnolls who formed the kingdom of Greymane on the coast of Mannheim.

This is the characteristic of a wise man, a civilized race, who understands shame and etiquette.

And Kant's eyes told him the truth.

The power of the Graymane Kingdom, who was still in an unknown place, unknown location, and did not know when it would arrive, has spread its tentacles to the south side of the Nalen Desert, and carefully explored it here.

"damn it."

Kant squinted slightly, lowered his head and cursed softly.

The dozen or so brand-new tents are enough to represent that the crisis has struck again.

Even without the businessman Asage, according to the map and route map they obtained, they successfully arrived here, and contacted the previously defeated gnolls, settled here again, and established the prototype of the outpost.

Even thinking about it carefully, Kant can be sure that when the real expeditionary force arrives, it is the time to attack the sentry oasis.

"Lord Lord."

The Salander rider beside him spoke with a heavy tone: "Do you need to be ready for battle?"

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

"Understood." The light cavalrymen who were waiting behind nodded silently, packed up their weapons, sorted out their armor, continued to wait for the order from Kant, clenched their spears and machetes, and they were ready for battle.

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

Kant will not allow the Greymane Kingdom to occupy the Sentinel Oasis and then attack the Lion Principality.

It is not the responsibility of the noble class of the Lion Principality, the Baron of the Desert of Nalen.

Not for the affection of his father, Cameron, the Duke of Lions.

This is for myself.

Losing the Sentinel Oasis means losing the Narun Desert, losing the Narun Desert means losing the fief, losing the fief means losing the title of nobility, and losing the title of nobility means that his life has come to an end.

The gallows will eventually appear before Kant.

Those aristocratic forces in the Principality of Lions, who looked at him with resentment, would put the rope around Kant's neck with their own hands, then pull down the door, and let the corpse that died of suffocation sway like a pendulum.

Kant's face returned to calm, but there was an incomparable haze in his eyes.

This is the consequence of losing the Sentinel Oasis.

"It must be impossible."

With his chest heaving, Kant reached out and picked up the flag in the special long bag.

Turning his head to look at the Sarandian light cavalry behind him who were ready, their faces were indifferent and excited, he said solemnly: "Come on, my cavalry, let our friends know who is the real desert of Nalen... Owner!"

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

[The Tendency of Deterring the Enemy] Activate!

"Full charge!"

Kant slammed the reins with one hand and roared forward.

"charge!"

And just behind him, 20 Salander riders and 25 elite desert robbers also roared and shook the reins, with their straight spears tucked under their armpits, galloping with their horses under their crotch, quickly crossing Kant, forming a cone shape. protect him.

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

Just like a sharp arrow, also like a long cone.

The 20 Salander riders in full body armor are sharp, and the 25 elite desert robbers with spears are the main force.

Without the slow movement speed of the initial soldiers, the entire cavalry force slammed down the dunes fiercely, pierced the enemy's body with sharp edges, and completely tore the enemy's thoughts of resistance as the cavalry was like a violent rush.

Destroy the enemy before they can react!

"Rumble rumble rumble—"

The sound of rolling thunder is incessant, especially in this arid desert.

Those high-level gnolls who were accustomed to the warm climate on the coast of Mannheim walked out of the tent and looked up at the sky in surprise, but the thick dark clouds, rolling thunder, and pouring rain did not appear.

This made them extremely stunned when they came to the southern part of the Nalen Desert, because the high temperature and barrenness were driving them crazy.

"Isn't it raining?"

There are higher gnolls asking in their language.

But the answers were all the astonishment and doubts of the accompanying companions, as well as the extreme anxiety in the face of the high temperature.

They didn't see the panic and fear on the faces of the low-level gnolls who were looking down on the shabby tents next to them. With their high-level identities, they didn't even pay attention to their uncivilized compatriots, who had become extremely apprehensive.

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

The rolling thunder is also getting clearer in my ears.

It even reminded them subconsciously of the continuous dull thunder when there was a storm in the Sea of ​​Stars.

Unfortunately, when the lizardmen's privateers and the elf council's maritime anti-smuggling ships became more and more strict, the Greymane Kingdom, which had not much overseas trade and ports, had basically lost the possibility of going to sea on its own, and could no longer see the sea of ​​stars. , the storm that makes countless captains and sailors fear, comes from the supreme power of the god Storm Lord.

"Ow--"

The panic-stricken howls of the lower gnolls interrupted their musings.

These higher gnolls turned their heads in confusion.

The vibration under his feet became more and more intense, and the sound from his ears became louder and louder, and even made them feel that something was wrong. He turned his head in amazement and looked at the dozens of figures rushing down from the sand dunes. shrink.

They finally reacted, what exactly was this rolling thunder.

Human cavalry!

An extremely rare unit on the coast of Mannheim.

The only similar ones might be the moon deer cavalry archers of the elf tribe, but they have never been so heavily armored as humans, riding horses and guns, rushed over like a flood that broke the embankment, thinking about crushing them into pieces. Scum!

"Ow, ooh!"

There were low-level gnolls screaming in panic, and even gnolls turned their heads and fled.

They have lost the confidence to go on fighting.

This made the high-level gnolls who were still in the same place come back to their senses, all of them gathered with a solemn expression, holding the battle axe in their own hands, this heavy weapon clenched tightly, and their confidence was also lifted.

They are not ignorant, uncivilized lowly gnolls.

Looking at the charging speed of the human race cavalry, you can know that you can't escape very far with your two legs.

Only fight back!

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

Even when riding on creatures that became horses, these strong gnoll warriors are only hideous and fearless.

Face to face, they have never been afraid of anyone!

but…

The human cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the sound of rolling muffled thunder swept through my mind.

The fairly solid sand that has been trampled on under their feet has made the faint vibration stronger and stronger, and even made their soles feel the violent vibration.

This made them feel unsure of why, and suddenly lost their original confidence.

The hearts of these 30 or so gnoll warriors holding tomahawks in both hands and wearing chainmail and linen robes were beating fast.

become dry mouth.

The urge to urinate is also condensed in the lower abdomen.

Looking at it getting closer and clearer, and even seeing the human cavalry holding the red flag, these high-level jackals only feel ashamed...become cowardly.

But they don't change anything.

The human cavalry is getting faster and faster, the rolling muffled thunder is getting louder and louder, and the vibration is getting more and more violent.

Sharp spears approaching 3 meters are getting closer.

Eventually the two sides contact.

The raised spear took the lead in piercing the gnoll's chest. The seemingly sturdy chain mail couldn't stop the sharp spear head. The chest of the high-level gnolls pushed them back constantly, but looked desperately ahead, unable to fight back at all.

The spears that passed through them in an instant also took away the strength of their whole bodies. They couldn't even hold the two-handed battle axe that was invincible on the coast of Mannheim, and could only be allowed to fall to the ground.

Horses neigh in their ears, and these gnolls can even see human faces on horseback.

Indifference, indifference, and disdain that is not concealed at all in the eyes.

Because they simply cannot fight back.

Because their bodies are continuing to retreat.

Because all of their chests were strung with spears, they were held up by the human cavalry, rammed, and retreated helplessly, but they didn't have the slightest strength to fight back, and even the weapons were unable to hold tightly, and they fell shamelessly to the ground.

"Crack...CrackCrack..."

A dense crackling sound appeared.

The spears strung with gnolls flew them out a few meters, and finally, because of the momentary inertia and strength, these refined military spears completely declared that they could not bear their force, and broke with a clack.

But the riders were well prepared.

They were all well-trained, most elite cavalry.

Abandoning the broken spear without hesitation, he drove his horse into the flying gnolls, and continued to charge towards the open area behind, slowing down, turning his horse's head and reaching out to pull out the Senran scimitar from his waist.

The charge was ready again, but these cavalrymen tightened their reins and stood still.

Because of their charge...

The high-level gnolls that were still gathered have all been wiped out.

Miserably fell to the ground.

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

No one can stand up.

No one survived.

The high-level gnoll at the head struggled to turn his head and used his last strength to look at the human cavalry with the machete, with extreme fear and disbelief in his eyes.

"Is this... a human... cavalry..."

It opened its mouth slowly, but the blood gushing out of its throat couldn't make it say a word.

But its mind is in fear.

It was nothing like the human sailors they encountered on the Sea of ​​Stars, or the port on the coast of Mannheim.

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

There were no such warriors on horses on the merchant ships. When they were blackmailed by gnoll officials, they would only laugh with them. Even if they encountered gnoll pirates, they would at most just wave their long swords to resist.

Never encountered such a brazen, almost invincible charge.

"No...impossible..."

The heart, which had been pierced and destroyed by a spear, could no longer supply blood, and its brain began to suffocate.

Both eyes have also lost sight and can only be stuffed on the sand.

This is very uncomfortable, but it has nothing to do with it, and an idea suddenly appeared in the last consciousness, that is, the Greymane Kingdom has exhausted its strength to piece together, and the expedition force that will set off in a month's time seems to be in danger .

PS: There are two more updates tonight, if you say make up, make up for it!