Chapter 131: Pirates of the JACKALAN

Chapter 131: Pirates of the JACKALAN

”Howl –”

Hoarse and hateful wolf howls appeared at the salt mines.

The head of Jackal pirates chief, his scarred face was filled with the wrath of an outcast.

They carried supplies themselves around the Devil’s Zone, from the Mannheim coast to the southern part of the Nahrin Desert, even didn’t find the corresponding team, let alone the camp that should have been built.

They had been almost exhausted, whose heart gushed out endless killing intention.

It wasn’t easy to make the long journey to get here.

The clean water in the water sacks had long since been drunk, and now were filled with stinky urine, but even this kind of filth, which would have made them vomit and been spurned by any civilized high-level jackal, was the guarantee of their current lives.

This was because their supplies had already reached the desperate point of exhaustion.

In the vast dunes, no one knew which one would be their grave.

“Something’s wrong.”

The head of the pirates chief stopped howling and his eyes were bloodshot.

He looked down and swept his gaze across the white bones scattered on the ground, looking at the teeth marks, stepped on them with his full of gray furry claws. He stomped hard on them, and the slender leg bones smashed into bone slag with a “click”.

The other Jackal pirates one after another gathered around.

With ferocious looks on their faces.

Since they were dispatched to the southern part of the Nahrin Desert, they were ready to die.

But not for lack of water.

The pirate leader looked down at the dune, where the trail was clearly stepped on, pulled out his two-handed battle-axe from his back, and growled in a low voice, hoarse from lack of water: ”To that low-level tribe of the Jackals, we will use our battle-axes to get clearn well water, and… a lot of cannon fodder rushing in front of us!”

”Howl –”

The howls of despire, almost like a beast were emitted from the throats of the Jackals .

They were ready.

Since the squad of soldiers dispatched in advance, had encountered with an accident.

In such extreme conditions, the camps prepared for them were destroyed, and their corpses were eaten by these uncivilized low-level Jackals in the desert. It was obvious that an irreversible conflict had occurred between the two sides.

“Let’s go.”

The pirate leader led the way down the dune.

TheJjackal pirates stepped behind them.

Many took out the water sacks in their arms which were quite shrivelled, and obviously there was not much left, but they still pulled out the stoppers for the rest of the trek, letting the stinky liquid pour into into their stomachs along the thirsty throats.

The malevolence on everyone’s faces grew stronger.

They came to the south of the Nahrin Desert in order to conquer the human kingdom and establish a colony dominated by the higher Jackals, not for fun and easy outings.

A full set of chain-mail and two-handed axes were necessary for the expedition.

Therefore, they did not have much food and water.

This was also why, when the Graymane kingdom failed to contact Asage, they immediately dipatched a new team of elite Jackal warriors over here, in order to take the lead in establishing a camp for the following up troops.

This trek, after all, would last a full 30 days.

They would also have to carry heavy weapons, as well as personal supplies to bypass the dangerous and scorching Devil’s Zone.

They had reached their limit at the salt mines.

Just as they were now.

According to the plan, the elite teams that arrived in advance would set up camp.

They would also establish an alliance with the Jackal Shaman, who had the same wisdom in the largest lower Jackal tribe. After the arrival of the real expeditionary force, they would be included into the cannon fodder forces, becoming a stepping stone for the higher Jackal to conquer the human kingdom. It was a perfect plan and took many factors into consideration.

Just unexpectedly, there was still an accident.

A day and a night later.

300 Jackal pirates dragged themselves, exhausted, to the lower tribes of Jackal that existed on the map.

However, they looked at the flat desert in front of them with shock and confusion.

The entire flat sandy ground was covered with burning ashes, and there were charred corpses all over the ruins, even the bits of bone that had been gnawed on.

Those low-level Jackals weren’t afraid to use their own kind as food.

”What is this?”

The pirate leader’s eyes were stunned.

The anger that had already been ready to fight off all these lower Jackals dissipated as quickly as a sandtower washed away by the waves, leaving only the despair and disbelief from the bottom of their hearts.

What was already certain was not what they had imagined at all. It was these lower Jackals who had brazenly killed their elite squads and expedition caravans in defiance of their enslavement.

Their inferences turned out to be wrong!

”This…” The elite Jackal pirates were also staring in horror at the ruins .

Their drinking water had been completely depleted.

Including the stinky urine.

Even after drinking the water, they couldn’t urinate much because the heat of the Nahrin Desert had evaporated the water in their bodies along with the sweat, never turning back into urine, a life-saving liquid.

”Roar…”

You are reading story Lord of the Oasis at novel35.com

But not far away from the ruins, there was a howl of uneasiness.

At the same time, down in the earth, a group of low, silt-covered Jackals crawled out of the pit. Looking at these 300 strong higher Jackals, they let out a whisper like wild beasts.

It was like a warning and a declaration of the sovereignty for their own territory.

”The lower races.”

The pirate leader muttered a curse in Jackal language.

”That… Look at those guys’ chins!” But behind him, the Jackal pirate’s voice was tinged with excitement: ”Chief, look at those damn lower races, they seem to have drunk water!”

Many Jackal pirates pulled out their two-handed axes behind them.

All of them were breathing fast.

Even the pirate leader saw the lower Jackal that had crawled out of the hole, his gray fur dripping wet, and dripping from his chin and neck.

Apparently, these lower Jackals had just drunk the water.

”Roar –”

The pirate leader’s eyes immediately were scarlet, filling with malevolence.

And, with a wild roar, he and his subordinates darted forward, causing the dozens of lower Jackals to wail in horror and flee toward the surrounding dunes like cowards who were pissing their pants.

These Jackal pirates didn’t care about these lower races.

In their opinion, these lower Jackals should be afraid of them.

Arrived at the pit, there were sand and stones scattered everywhere.

At the bottom of the pit, which had been dug down by claws to a depth of nearly seven meters, the sunlight shone in and a small pool of water, the size of a washbasin, could be clearly seen seeping out.

But this was indeed water.

It could survive!

The Jackal pirate leader, who was extremely thirsty, directly jumped down and gulped down the little fresh water at the bottom, his eyes extremely ferocious, but he did not drink much for too long.

Back to the top, he growled in a low voice: ”Three sips each, quickly!”

There was not much fresh water trapped by sand at the bottom .

That was about three sips per person.

It was even insufficient.

At last there was only wet sand left in the pit, but even this was stuffed into the mouths of some pirates who had not drunk enough water and sucked hard to absorb the water their bodies desperately needed.

If they did not drink water, these higher Jackals would all die of thirst.

”What exactly happened?”

The Jackal leader could not help but mutter to himself.

It looked around at the still dark ruins, obviously the marks of the fire.

His mouth was still thirsty, but its emotions were extremely complicated, and even fear was in his eyes: ”Could it be, those human kingdoms have already discovered our plan?”

The Jackal pirates beside him were silent.

After drinking the water, now they no longer had the despair that they could go all out at any time like before.

Instead more desire to live.

No one was really willing to die.

But they all knew that it was impossible for them to return to the coast of Mannheim now and that they had no resources to return, for they had lost this water source, and that all the pirates who came here would die of thirst in three days. It was the same no matter how much their talent made them endure.

Without water, one would die of thirst, the basic element of life.

” Sentry Oasis, let’s go there.”

“Take a day’s rest here, then we’ll go south, where the map indicates an oasis with springs and desert antelopes for food.” He spoke slowly and gravely, looking to the south.

The Jackal pirates behind him were extremely moved

They had all heard of this point on the map and it was also the place where the expedition army would build an outpost base in the future.

But now, they were all out of spirit.

And also physical strength was almost exhausted.

The only way to reach the sentry oasis after a three-day journey was to get a small amount of water from the excavated puddle, or to fill their own water sacks to strengthen their mental and physical strength.

They did not have enough physical strength to travel through the desert at their top speed.

There was madness in the eyes of the Jackal pirate leader.

He had already made up his mind.

Even if there were human troops in the sentry oasis, he would take his subordinates and easily slaughter those extremely weak humans in close combat, just like on the sea of stars.

On the deck of the merchant ship, the humans were not their opponents.

Now they were on land that the Jackals do best.

He believed that even if its subordinates lost the combat effectiveness due to the lack of water, the same is not those weak humans can compare. They would easily win!

”Howl –”

The howls echoed through the surrounding dune, carrying with the vague language and despair of the lower Jackals, as well as the words of a beast that did not know what to say.

The lowerl Jackals had no words or language, so their voices were much higher than those of the beasts.

”The lower group of races.”

The pirate leader’s eyes looked at the lower Jackals that stuck its head out from behind the surrounding dunes and grinned ferociously: ”Ready-made cannon fodder.”