Lord of the Oasis

Kant shook the reins lightly, and rode forward on the crippled warhorse under his crotch.

The early morning sun rises in the east of the Nalen Desert, hanging on the top of the endless sand dunes, releasing its mighty power, dispelling the cold of the night, and in this barren khaki desert, it brings a persecuting force. heat wave.

Except for those uncivilized gnolls, no civilized race is willing to set foot in this barren desert.

Including Kant and his team.

Twenty cavalrymen on war horses with chainmail in their robes, thirty peasants as followers, and a carriage drawn by six chariots followed Kant through the desert.

"call."

Sighing heavily, Kant frowned at the seemingly endless sand dunes ahead. Lifting the linen hood attached to the robe, the golden hair slid down the neck, and the still immature face was also dirty and full of dust.

Amber-like pupils shrank, and Kant's expression on his horse was slightly solemn.

This is the Narun Desert, a world full of gravel, an uncivilized wild, savage land.

Ten years ago, when it was not conquered by the Principality of Lions, there was no civilization in this desert at all. As for those gnoll tribes, they are actually still in the primitive tribe state of hair and blood, eating raw prey.

Of course, the same goes for those gnolls now.

As the youngest son of the Duke, Kant naturally understands that this desert is not actually the territory of the Principality of Lions.

Even if the conquest was initiated, the Lion Principality occupied the entire southern part of the Nalen Desert ten years ago, but the ownership of this desert still only exists in the words of the Lion Principality.

Even most domestic scholars do not agree with this new conquest at all.

On the map, the border of the Principality of Lions is the Sangwaya Mountains bordering the Narun Desert. The endless desert that continues to the north is still a borderless land.

Occupied by the gnoll tribe, there is no grazing, no farming, and no owner's land!

Even in the lion dukedom, where desperate wanted criminals and fugitive slaves would not come.

"It's really sad."

Kant shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I actually came here."

If it weren't for the lack of choice, he would not have set foot in this barren desert. What's more, it's still summer. The sunshine in June is like a bakery's oven, and the early morning sunshine makes the temperature of the entire desert soar to 50 degrees Celsius.

Kant looked up at the sky, and the sun above the dunes was still slowly rising.

In this season, at noon in the Narun Desert, the temperature can even reach an unbearable 70 degrees Celsius at its highest.

"So hot."

Swallowing the slightly sticky saliva, Kant rearranged the breathable linen hood on his head, frowning a little tighter.

The horse took a few steps forward, and Kant turned around and shouted to the team behind: "Let's all work harder and speed up. If you don't want to be baked into toast by the noon sun, you need to camp and rest before noon!"

"clear."

There was a feeble response, and the peasants stretched out their hands to push the wagons to speed things up.

They all walk on two legs, and these three carriages full of supplies have seriously dragged down the entire team's forward speed.

The big wheels made of solid wood, cut and nailed, are actually more suitable for the plain-dominated roads of the Principality of Lions. They run over the soft sand of the desert, and let the sturdy puller pull the male's nose. The wheel, which had been stuck in the sand every step of the way, was already turning with difficulty, and these farmers needed to assist in pushing the wheel to get a little faster.

Kant also understands that he can't help but sigh when he sees the team in action behind him.

"This is really bad." Kant frowned.

"Lord Baron."

behind,

Rowan, the captain of those cavalry, rode a warhorse to Kant's side.

This middle-aged man, who used to be stable, now has a bit of anxiety on his face, and he asked directly: "Please forgive my rudeness, but we really want to know, how long does it take to reach the sentry oasis?"

"how long?"

Kant's face was calm, and he looked at the endless sand dunes in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know either."

"This..." Hearing this answer, Rowan's face became even more anxious.

This is obviously not the ideal answer in his mind.

However, the corners of Kant's mouth were slightly raised, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his calm face. He said lightly: "But according to estimates, we have been walking for 6 days. If the map and route are correct, then we should arrive at our destination soon."

"Is it coming soon?" Rowan swallowed, but felt a burning pain in his throat.

The 6-day desert march has already made everyone reach their psychological and physical limits, and they have had enough.

In particular, the fresh water reserves have also reached the red line today.

After all, there were 51 people in the team, and 27 horses.

This is one of the reasons for Rowan's anxiety. Similarly, he and the 20 cavalry guards who served as the escort can leave when they reach their destination, and there is no need to stay here with Kant and the 30 peasants.

Arrive at the sentry oasis as soon as possible, and they can also go back this morning and leave this cruel desert.

On the contrary, Kant did not care about this. Even if you reach the Sentinel Oasis, the final destination of this route, there is nothing to be happy about.

He will stay there forever, surrounded by an endless world of yellow sand.

Thinking of the honor he received at the baron, Kant's mouth couldn't help but bring a mocking smile: "The territory conferred to the baron, oh, it's so funny."

But his eyes were indifferent.

He is the baron of the Lion Duchy, so he has his own territory.

His father, the king of the Principality of Lions, Cameron, the Duke of Lions, was personally canonized and gave Kant the newly conquered Naron Desert ten years ago, and he became the master of this vast desert and took charge of all rights.

Including their destination, Sentinel Oasis, the only oasis in the southern Nalen Desert.

Nominally Kant is a baron, the lord of the Naron desert.

But who doesn't know that this is actually Duke Cameron, exiled to the cage where he dislikes his youngest son?

"However, even in the desert, I have my way of living."

The ridicule in Kant's eyes grew stronger.

As a traveler from the earth, Kant has his own trump card, which is the golden finger who came to this world.

"fair enough."

Kant narrowed his eyes, as if looking ahead, but a system dialog box appeared on his retina.

[Main Mission: Build a Village]

[Reward: 1000 Dinars]

[Status: Unfinished]

[Introduction: Only when you have a village can you go to the lord. This is the first step like a cornerstone, please be careful. 】

This is the main task released by the system, which must be completed and is related to subsequent system upgrades.

Completing this main quest is actually quite simple.

As long as Kant reaches the sentry oasis and lets the 20 cavalry of the lion principality go back, then he can rely on the mighty power from the system, choose to build a village, and embody the buildings that only exist in the system in this world.

Initially, it was just a small village, but with the development, it can be upgraded to a vast and huge city, or a towering and strong castle.

In the past, Kant was still worried that his village had nowhere to settle.

But now, after crossing the natural dividing line between the Naron Desert and the Principality of Lions, the Sangwaya Mountains, Kant found that he no longer needed to be monitored for his life as before, for fear that his identity and golden finger would be discovered by others.

Also don't have to think about where the mission village of the embodied system is.

After all, the Principality of Lions belongs to a traditional medieval country, and almost the whole country is plain land, which has long been lost.

Whether hills or woodlands, or swamps and forests, they are the territories and fiefs of the nobles.

The Principality of Lions has been established for nearly three hundred years. The canonized nobles, or the minor nobles conferred by the nobility, have occupied all the land that can be occupied. Now the class of earls, viscounts, and barons in the entire country has been completely solidified.

The sudden appearance of a new village is basically equivalent to hitting a dog with meat buns.

It is easy to establish, and the ultimate ownership belongs to another matter. Moreover, those nobles will not let go of their fat, even if Kant's father is a duke.

My vassal's vassal, not my vassal.

This famous term in the west of the earth is equally applicable even in this world.

Therefore, Kant is very cautious about his main quest, because once he loses his village, he loses everything. He doesn't dare to gamble, and he also doesn't dare to be careless.

Even now, really go to the sentry oasis in the Nalen Desert.

Kant understands that only what he controls is his own.

This is also the reason why Kant agreed to be granted the title of Nalen Desert.

"As soon as you get to Sentinel Oasis, everything will be fine."

He clenched his fist slightly, and Kant's breathing was also a little heavy, but his spirit was very high.

Turning to look behind.

They were 30 peasants dressed in cheap linen clothes, all sweaty and tired from pushing carts. They looked just like ordinary peasants. They were a group of lords who were following their lords to their fiefs.

But in fact, it is not so!

These 30 peasants are all rewards that Kant received from coming to this world and completing temporary tasks.

From the system, the peasants of the kingdom of Swadia.

Although they look malnourished and slightly thin, all of them are 1.8 meters tall, lean and strong, and they are good at working in the arable land, and they are also workers who are eager to hire in any workshop.

However, they from the system are not just farmers.

If Kant can provide the necessary training, including the appropriate weapons and equipment, they will also make good soldiers.

Just like the troop upgrade tree in "Mount and Blade".

Promoted to the main infantry force you can rely on, the fortress-like Swadian Sergeant.

Promoted to an excellent ranged fire strike, crossbow-wielding Swadian marksman.

As well as being promoted to a man and a horse, all equipped with double-layer armor, the Swadian knight who can be called the king of the land!

"This is my future guarantee!"

Kant muttered to himself in his heart, and the look of hope returned to his eyes.

Riding on the warhorse, his waist was straight, staring at the distant sand dunes, encouraging the cavalry and peasants behind him: "Everyone work harder, to the sand dune on the horizon ahead, we can rest for three hours. !"

"Long live!" The farmers cheered excitedly.

"Yes... long live..."

These cavalrymen from the Principality of the Lion also responded weakly. If it wasn't for the fact that Captain Rowan had told them that they were about to reach their destination, it is estimated that none of them would want to speak.

At the same time, these cavalrymen looked at the Swadian peasants as if they were fools.

They really couldn't understand why these humble poor peasants actually came to the barren desert, and they still maintained such a high spirit, as if they were full of hope for the future.

Even they find it funny.

hope?

In the Naron Desert, where the heat, the bitter cold, and all the evil can be described, there is hope that such things exist!

"It's unbelievably stupid."

Rowan also looked at the farmers coldly.

Naturally, they would not understand that these Swadian peasants actually existed in the presence of Kant.

Rowan raised his head to look at Kant, and was also a little disdainful in his heart: "I have to bring so many people to be buried with me when I die. Does this Lord Baron really think that he is the lord of the Naron Desert and the owner of the sentry oasis?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer.

It doesn't matter to him, when he arrives at the destination, he will take his people and leave immediately without waiting for a moment.

In fact, it was not Rowan's own idea, the nobles of the entire Lion Principality had this idea. No one would think that this small oasis less than 300 meters in the southern Nalen Desert could have any prospects for development.

Moreover, in this barren desert, the heat of the day and the cold of the night are not the only enemies of the human race.

Including those who were exiled and slaughtered, but never actually left the desert—

Gnoll tribe!