Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1856 Will die
Two months passed quietly. In the desert at dusk, Bloodfang, who was already skin and bones from hunger and had sunken eyes, suddenly pounced out, grabbed the desert lizard that was trying to escape, and then couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.

After swallowing it, I finally felt a bit better.

How much longer until we arrive?

In a time when food and fresh water are almost scarce, even speaking is a waste of energy and water.

But Bloodfang simply couldn't resist.

As soon as the question was asked, the gnolls' eyes quickly swept over.

The undead officer remained calm in response.

"We should have arrived by now, but your movement efficiency is too low."

"..."

Good heavens, they managed to completely shut down the jackals.

Who the hell can compare to this guy who doesn't eat, drink, or sleep?!

But in fact, the jackals are not inefficient at moving around.

They were adapted to the desert environment, so while the gnolls rested, the undead officers were also recovering their undead energy, and the actual progress was not slowed down much.

Along the way, the undead officer had to admit that these jackal people were surprisingly resilient; he had originally thought that many would have died along the way.

But the reality was that none of the sixty-nine gnolls who accompanied them, despite being emaciated and seemingly on the verge of death, actually died.

They survived for two months in the desert, eating insects and lizards and gnawing on cacti.

At first, a few gnolls kept babbling and even started to question things, but later, in order to conserve their energy and body water and increase their chances of survival, no one spoke at all.

"Let's set off once we've rested enough."

As they spoke, the undead officer, whose necromantic energy had almost fully recovered, stood up.

The jackals had no choice but to grit their teeth and follow.

In the desert, the gnolls also avoid traveling when the sun is at its strongest. It is now dusk, and it is time for them to continue their journey.

Three more days passed...

"The border of our Great Zhou Dynasty is just ahead."

Upon hearing this, the jackals perked up and quickly looked ahead.

But they found that as far as the eye could see, it was still all desert.

"Your Great Zhou is all desert?!"

At this moment, perhaps due to some stimulation, the jackals, who were almost exhausted to the point of fainting, spoke several decibels louder.

Many jackals even began to suspect they had been scammed.

The undead officer offered a rare explanation in response.

"This is just the border of our Great Zhou. Our residence is inside. Once inside, stay close to me and don't wander off, or something bad will happen."

"What's going to happen?"

Bloodfang asked a question out of curiosity.

Upon seeing this, the undead officer beckoned.

The next second, a large number of skeletal arms suddenly stretched out from the yellow sand in front of them, and then undead soldiers crawled out of the sand in droves, filling the entire area in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The accompanying jackals were so frightened that they instinctively took two steps back.

Before they could think any further, the undead officer's voice rang out again...

"You'll die. They don't even know you."

The sight of the densely packed skeleton army sent chills down the spines of the gnolls. The undead officer, however, chuckled inwardly.

"Let's go."

Ma Wei was thoroughly thrashed, and now the jackals were completely obedient.

They followed closely behind the undead officer, afraid of falling behind and being killed by the skeleton army in front of them.

From the border where the undead forces were stationed to their Great Zhou's first oasis stronghold here, there was still quite a distance to travel.

But they've already survived the toughest two months, so how could they possibly give up on this one?

Not to mention that once they entered the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, even before reaching the oasis stronghold, it was easy for them to obtain food and water.

They encountered members of the sand control department who were busy on the road, and asked them for some water and food, which basically saved the jackals' lives.

This also relieved the jackals, including Bloodfang.

He had previously thought that the Great Zhou was full of skeletons.

Although they could no longer survive in their original territory, the thought of living with a group of skeletons for the rest of their lives still sent chills down their spines.

Seeing humans now, even though they are not of the same race as them, brings a strange sense of peace.

"I thought your Great Zhou Quan were skeletons!"

The undead officer remained silent.

"I was originally human. I died in battle and was then transformed into an undead, what you call a skeleton."

"Those who die in battle in your Great Zhou will all be transformed into that... Undead race?"

"No, it's not that. You can choose for yourself. I signed an agreement before I died to become an undead after I died."

Perhaps because he was relaxed at home, the undead officer became a bit more talkative, and he didn't forget to emphasize one point.

"Also, this isn't just about your Great Zhou. Don't forget, you've already submitted!"

"Oh, okay, our Great Zhou? I'm just not used to it yet."

Bloodfang scratched his head awkwardly.

Although the jackals had agreed to submit before being brought back by the undead officers, to be honest, none of them really had any ideological awareness; they simply wanted to survive.

With water and food in hand, the jackals' movement efficiency increased significantly, and they quickly arrived at the oasis stronghold.

Upon seeing the water source in the oasis, the jackals howled excitedly, drawing frequent glances from the surrounding staff.

"Is that water safe for us to drink?"

"If you can drink, then drink."

"Ow!!!"

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the jackals let out an excited cry and rushed over, plunging their heads into the water and gulping it down.

They drank water until their bellies were round, then collapsed on the ground burping, water gushing from their throats, before finally stopping.

It was only at this moment that the jackals had time to take a closer look at this oasis stronghold.

For the Great Zhou, the most important thing within the oasis stronghold is to maintain and even expand the greenery. Therefore, the level of construction here is very low, so as not to damage the natural environment as much as possible.

But to the jackals, it seemed rather rudimentary.

To be honest, this oasis outpost isn't even as big as the oasis in their original tribal territory.

Having apparently discerned the gnolls' thoughts, the undead officer spoke up again...

"This oasis is just a stronghold of our Great Zhou in the desert. Our main territory is not in the desert. We are only here to rest for a while and will soon set off again."

(End of this chapter)