Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 102 The Younger Generation Has Defeated the Enemy
After realizing their predicament, the Sand People in the bandit gang first dispersed far away from the main camp when they camped, so as to avoid the mysterious "Heavenly Fire Iron Rain" that was obviously heading towards the densely populated areas of the bandits.

Then, they secretly left marks in the sand dunes to show goodwill to the local sand people, indicating that they were forced to lead the way and hoping to be forgiven.

When the ogre leader's two heads were removed, the sand people in the gang went berserk.

They frantically sent out signals, begging for mercy and asking to be spared, saying they were willing to serve the local lord and beg for their lives.

Upon receiving these signals, the local sand tribes panicked.

Unlike the sand people in the bandit gang, the local sand people have more comprehensive information. The Lord of the Vast Sea only sent three small groups of people!

Only three!

This wiped out a gang of over six hundred people? Among them were cannibals and warriors with silver armor.

No wonder the lord didn't care about our departure at all, and even told us to help capture the bandits' prisoners.

This is practically a test!
At this critical moment, the Sand People's Elder, a veteran of countless trials and tribulations, seized the last opportunity to demonstrate his loyalty. On one hand, he mobilized his entire family to take control of the vast desert, showing his willingness to live and die with the territory. On the other hand, he mobilized all the hunters in the tribe, sending them at full speed towards the battlefield.

While the gang continued their advance, they relayed information back and forth, providing the centaur squad with more accurate details.

The final blow came from that small desert lake.

Through collusion among the sand people, the sand people in the bandit gang not only lured the bandits here, but also took advantage of the bandits' revelry as they went into the water to secretly open a hole in the water cart in the procession, and then made a quick getaway.

This fatal blow indirectly led to the gang's subsequent massive defeat.

These goblins, fleeing in panic and confusion, are the "pledge of allegiance" that the Sand People use to express their loyalty.

Catching panicked prey in the desert is a talent ingrained in the desert dwellers. They can accurately determine the number, distance, and condition of their targets by the slightest vibrations in the sand and the intermittent sounds carried by the wind.

A distinctive whistle, like that of a night owl, rang out, and nearby squads of sand people responded immediately. They leaped onto lightweight sand sleds pulled by giant sand beetles and swiftly surrounded the dunes from all directions.

Lassos, nets, short arrows, long knives, stones... those who surrendered were bound, those who resisted were killed.

When they encounter powerful goblins, they will gather more sand hunters and use their manpower and terrain advantage to send out shouts and calls from all directions to drive away their opponents, causing them to panic and exhaust their strength, ultimately leading them to a desperate situation.

If they really can't take it down, the Sand People have another trump card up their sleeve.

Calling for the Centaur Squad.

When they weren't in a rush, Kaja and his friends would practice shooting against opponents, using those struggling enemies to practice hitting slowly moving targets.

If you need to rush to the next group of enemies, use grenades followed by loitering munitions, then finish them off and move on to the next location.

And of course, there are those cannibals.

The sand people dared not provoke these big guys, so they arranged for elite hunters to keep a close watch on them and relentlessly pursue them.

With their overwhelming strength, these ogres managed to seize most of the remaining food and water amidst the chaos of defeat, and also subdued more than a dozen terrified camel-like beasts.

However, without the sand-dwelling guides, they too became lost in the endless desert labyrinth.

After going around in circles, when the desert lake where the gang leader Larila died reappeared in their sight, the cannibals realized that they had come full circle.

This plunged the ogre leader into deep confusion.

This one is considered quite clever among the ogre tribe, otherwise he wouldn't have come up with such a brilliant idea as remarrying into the family and waiting for his wife to grow up. However, given the current situation, it seems that neither force nor intelligence can extricate them from their predicament.

It began to explore itself.

The relatively "rational" head on the left gazed longingly into the distance: "Aren't we... leaving yet? It's not safe here..."

The right head was filled with frustration and despair: "Go? Where to go?! There are enemies everywhere! And those terrifying monsters that could easily kill the two-headed giant! We're finished! Utterly finished..."

"But if we don't leave, staying here is just waiting to die!"

The person on the right side of the head sobbed, with a resolute air of "what's the use of trying?": "What you said... seems to make sense. Let's move around a bit more before we're completely dead! We might not have another chance later!"

After a series of "friendly" and efficient self-negotiations, the cannibal leader seemed to have an "epiphany".

It wriggled its fat rear end and returned to the center of the makeshift camp surrounded by camel-like beasts, where it embraced the two female ogres and pinned them down.

And so, right before the eyes of the sand people, this pack of cannibals stopped by the lake and refused to leave, spending their days in debauchery, their nights in debauchery, and then their days in debauchery again...

When they got hungry, they would tear off pieces of dried meat from the cart frame, or simply slaughter a poor camel, roast it over the campfire until the fat splattered, and then devour it.

When thirsty, they would scoop up the murky water directly from the lake and gulp it down.

Whether the toxins had dissipated or the ogre's purification magic had taken effect, the male ogre, after drinking the lake water, showed no signs of poisoning; instead, it became unusually...excited. Its daily routine became extremely monotonous; aside from necessary eating and brief sleep, it spent all its time vigorously thrusting on top of the female ogre.

It seems they want to seize this last window of opportunity to vent all the pent-up frustration of being single for the past thirty years.

The sand-dwelling sentries lay prone on the scorching dunes, staring in disbelief for three whole days. It wasn't until an experienced hunter alerted his companions, "Hey, see that? That big guy... he looks thinner? His legs are even wobbling when he walks!"

The news reached the ears of the Sand People's Elder, who then summoned Kaga.

When Kaga received the news and led his squad to the scene, the elder greeted them with a beaming smile. He first praised the centaur heroes for their remarkable feat of defeating the bandits, and then offered them some helpful advice.

"Ogres are somewhat clever, but they can't escape their wild nature."

“Look at the leader now, he has clearly resigned himself to his fate. I sent some sand people to try to get closer, but he just barked a couple of times to scare them away, without even making a move. He has given up the struggle!”

"However, the ogres are traditionally attracted to strength, and you can't subdue them just by having a lot of people. We'll need you to come and give them a strong deterrent. There's an 80% chance we can take them down!"

"Having captured such a large group of ogres, Lord Kaga, you are undoubtedly the greatest warrior among all the centaur tribes on the entire continent!"

Little Kaga snorted excitedly a few times, but quickly composed himself.

"What warrior! I am the lord's most loyal guard! Serving the lord is my mission!"

"Yes, yes, it is our duty to serve our lord!"

After a little preparation, Kaga appeared on a high slope by the lake.

Following the cannibalistic traditions passed down by the old sand people, Kaja took a deep breath and, while pounding his chest, shouted provocatively at the massive figure "working diligently" by the lake.

There is a tradition among cannibals that when vying for the leadership position, which is also the right to mate with the females in the group, there are three steps: a challenge, a verbal battle, and a physical battle.

A challenge is when a challenger sends a battle signal to the original leader.

A contest of wits is like a peacock displaying its tail feathers; by showcasing their strength, they hope to intimidate their opponent and thus achieve victory without getting hurt.

If a verbal battle fails, then a physical one will suffice; whoever wins gets to decide.

After Kaga issued the challenge, the male ogre leader, though his legs were weak and he was trembling, struggled to his feet and faced the high ground, responding defiantly.

It accepted the challenge!
Kaja steadily raised his red arrow, first feigning aim at the opponent, then turning it around and blasting it towards a sand dune beside the lake.

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar shattered the silence of the desert! A flash of fire erupted on the high slope, and the top of the dune exploded violently! Yellow sand cascaded down like a golden waterfall, instantly burying a small section of the lakeshore!

The small flame that the two-headed ogre leader was about to display quickly went out.

The left and right sides of the head began another intense exchange.

"See! See!" the left-hand man cried, "I knew it! 'Good things' that fall from the sky never last! It's only been a few days!"

The one on the right continued reluctantly: "I told you to hurry up and do it as much as possible, right? Huh? Look! If you had listened to me last night and hadn't rested, you could have done it at least three or five more times! Now you regret it, don't you?"

The big-headed guy on the left was on the verge of tears: "But...but I can't even squeeze out the thinnest water anymore! What's the point of trying!"

"Alas! But you've already lost! What's the use of making even thicker stuff in the future? They... can only be enjoyed by that little centaur!"

"..."

After a brief internal argument, the ogre leader lowered its defeated heads, its massive body slowly collapsing onto the scorching sand, emitting a whimper of submission.

Thus, apart from those unfortunate souls who were forever swallowed by the yellow sand, this massive bandit gang that had traversed thousands of miles with the intention of plundering the Han Hai Territory was completely annihilated.

When the steward, Heran, was so excited that he trembled and practically rammed into the lord's tent, Chen Mo and Master Downs were whispering something around a spell model that was floating in mid-air.

Helan bowed, raised his hands above his head, and presented a military report that he had just written. Chen Mo took it, glanced at it, and casually put it aside.

Master Downs, seeing Butler Holland's trembling hands and slightly distorted expression, couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Chen Mo smiled slightly.

"It's no big deal!"

"It was just that kid Kaga who wiped out the entire gang!"

(End of this chapter)