Lord of the Oasis

Take out those 30 gnoll warriors in chainmail, and it's easy to follow.

Holding a wooden pole and carrying a sack of coarse salt, the low-level gnoll had no idea of ​​resistance at all, threw the thing in his hand, and ran towards the depths of the desert.

The Fatis did not arrange for the troops to pursue them too far.

Without fresh water and food, even if they run away, they can't escape a word of death in the end.

"Call-"

Tightening the reins, Fatis stopped the warhorse under his crotch.

Not far in front of them, 10 Swadian heavy cavalry armed with mace, surrounded a gnoll in the middle, wearing fine linen robes, sitting on the ground with their heads bowed, looking like they had surrendered.

"Lord Fatis, this thing will speak our words."

A Swadian heavy cavalry lifted the cavalry helmet on the top of his head and said strangely: "And it's not bad."

"Really?" Fatis nodded.

In fact, he was not surprised that this gnoll knew the common language of the human race.

When he led the elite desert robbers and directly beheaded the gnoll shaman, the evil old jackal was speaking the standard human language, representing these gnolls, there were also guys who knew the common language of the human race.

It was, for example, this decent-looking gnoll in fine linen robes.

It is exactly Asage.

He fled to a safer shantytown before the Swadian heavy cavalry could charge.

Watching his 30 guards, just like ridiculous little chickens, were easily pierced by a 3-meter long gun, and now they are still sculptures in the sand, the whole person has lost the courage to die calmly.

It considers death more terrifying than being held captive by humans.

What's more, he invested 10,000 silver coins to invest in this salt mine. It's not worth it to die like this.

But Asage still spoke, using the standard human language: "I am not a thing, please don't use this word to insult me, I am not these low-level gnolls, but the advanced gnolls of civilization."

"Oh, is it."

Fatis nodded, and at the same time waved to the Swadian heavy cavalry: "It doesn't matter, take it to Lord Kant."

"Understood." The strong Swadian heavy cavalry grinned, their mace dangling on the mail glove, and said rudely: "This gnoll, do you stand up and walk by yourself, or do we lift it up? with you?"

"You don't have to work hard, I'll go by myself."

Asage swept across the visually striking mace with some fear, and swallowed subconsciously.

Stand up, it walks ahead obediently.

More than ten minutes ago, Asage had clearly seen that these seemingly ordinary mace smashed open the head of the gnoll with ease, as easily as breaking a fruit.

"Wise choice." Fatis also praised with a smile.

However, the 10 Swadian heavy cavalry around, dismounted cautiously and followed this Asage.

The mace in their hands is clenched tightly, as long as there is any abnormal situation, with their skills, they can control this seemingly rational and fully communicative Gnoll in the shortest possible time.

In fact, Asage didn't resist.

Not because of its calmness, but because it is really afraid of the ferocious heavy cavalry around it.

Go to Kant.

The Swadian light infantry with fan-shaped shields were on guard with Germanic swords.

All of them looked bad, and their eyes were full of murderous threats, which made Aseqi's legs a little weaker, and he couldn't help walking with his head down, not daring to lift it up at all.

"Sir, catch it alive."

Fatis walked in front and reported to Kanthui: "That strange gnoll before."

"Um,

Well done. "Kant nodded.

At the same time, he looked at Asage, and asked in a calm tone, "Do you understand the common language of the human race?"

"certainly."

Asage answered bravely, "I understand." But he didn't know how scared he was, and his heart seemed to be beating, and his legs were so weak that he would collapse to the ground.

Kant chuckled lightly: "Take it easy, it's no big deal."

Aseqi swallowed and spit, and glanced at the gnoll corpses around him, his heart was even more throbbing. If he had just experienced a massacre, he didn't think anyone would relax.

"It seems that you are different from these fellow gnolls before."

Kant smiled and continued to ask in a flat tone: "It gives me the feeling..." After a pause, he added: "It seems that it has its own civilization, not that they are like beasts."

"No, it should be different."

Asage was a little angry, and summoned the courage to retort: ​​"I am a high-level gnoll, which is different from these low-level gnolls in the desert. They are still beasts, and I am a civilized race!"

"Hmm." Kant frowned slightly and asked in surprise, "Higher and lower?"

He really didn't expect that the gnolls would have such a class division.

"Yes." Asage swallowed and spit. Before meeting the human nobleman, he was not angry, so he could not help but explain in a low voice: "I am a high-level gnoll from the coast of Mannheim, north of the Nalen Desert, and I am Greymane. There is a fundamental difference between the merchants of the kingdom and the gnolls of these lower tribes in the desert."

"But it looks like you are all about the same." Fatis added.

Of course, this is the same as Kant's doubts.

No matter how you look at it, this so-called high-level gnoll is a little taller, stronger, and well-dressed.

There is not much difference in appearance from those low-level gnolls.

All with sharp teeth, beast-like heads, and grey-brown fur.

But this aroused a bit of pride in Asage's heart, and he mustered his courage to say: "We have established our own kingdom of gray mane on the coast of Mannheim, and there is an essential difference between these low-level gnolls with mental retardation!"

"The coast of Mannheim? The Kingdom of Greymane?"

Kant's brows furrowed even tighter. These two names have never appeared in the college library of the Principality of Lions.

Now hearing the gnoll talk about it again, Kant couldn't help but ask: "You said you came from the north of the Nalen Desert? But according to my understanding, the Nalen Desert is so large that even birds can't fly through it!"

"You're talking about the Devil's Zone, right? Yes, as long as we gnolls can pass through!"

Asage swallowed and recovered a little confidence: "I am from the north of the Nalen Desert, the coast of Mannheim. It is a lush coastal area. It takes 30 days to walk in the desert to get here!"

Kant's brows have been wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

Looking at the gnoll, he said solemnly: "You mean, there is your kingdom in the north of the Naron Desert?"

"Of course." Aseqi bared his teeth and said sternly: "That is the Kingdom of Graymane. As I said, the country established by the higher gnolls, and the troops are very strong, and can pass through what humans cannot pass through. Devil's desert, if you don't let me go, the troops of Greymane Kingdom will cross the devil's desert and go to your human kingdom to plunder!"

"Oh, so it is."

Kant nodded, and Fatis looked at each other.

And Asage looked at Kant's calm appearance, and suddenly panicked. It found that he had played all his cards, but the other party was not afraid, and he did not let him go.

Immediately, my heart became even more fearful, and I was even more reluctant to say: "You'd better let me go quickly, otherwise, after half a year, the troops of our Graymane Kingdom will officially come here to attack you human kingdoms, you are It is impossible to defend against it, our high-level gnoll warriors are the strongest!"

"That's fine, isn't it."

Kant chuckled lightly, and Fatis also laughed beside him.

Both are smiling.

This made Asage even more fearful.

"Take it back and speak slowly." Kant waved his hand and solemnly instructed the Swadian heavy cavalry: "Bind it, this is our friend."

"Understood." The heavy cavalry nodded.

On the other hand, Asage watched in horror as the heavy cavalry approached, pulled out the hemp rope, and couldn't help shouting loudly: "I am willing to redeem myself with 1,000 silver coins, please, don't kill me! no, do not want!"

The answer to him was the heavy chainmail boots of the heavy cavalry.

He was kicked to the ground, and Asage was full of despair. It imagined that humans who were captured on the coast of Mannheim and then made into food also felt sad about their future.

"I hope not to stew me." Asage looked at the sky in despair and prayed silently.

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