On the dune, 300 Jackalan pirates carried their two-handed battle axes as they walked forward.
However, their expressions were getting woeful.
This was because when they saw the city walls and arrow towers on the Oasis Lookout. Their mind had became irascible after the long journey, right now their anger had turned into flames that rose in the severely dehydrated chests.
Their eyes turned red when they looked at the stone buildings. Their emotions were almost out of control.
"This isn't right."
The pirate leader gripped his two-handed battle axe tightly.
The rage stirred within its head, it swung its battle axe and wanted to kill all the cowardly, stinky low-level races around him. Only then he could ease the anger and hatred in his heart.
These low-level Jackalans lied to them.