Lord of the Oasis

Four desert robbers rode their horses and quickly appeared at the top of the dune.

Restraining the desert horses under their crotch, they looked ahead, but cold sweat instantly dripped down their temples, and the hand holding the reins slowly supported the hilt of the knife at the waist, but did not act impulsive, swallowed, and quietly rode the horse to stand. at the top of the dunes.

Just outside the sand dunes at the foot, within a range of nearly 100 meters, hundreds of bowmen have lined up.

Feather arrows and crossbow arrows were also aimed at them at this time.

Although the bow has not been fully drawn and the trigger has not been pulled, these gangsters who have fought on the battlefield for a long time know that if they have the slightest hostility, or draw a machete and charge their horses, it will take less than a second. Inside, the overwhelming rain of arrows will cover the top of the dune where the four of them are, turning them into living hedgehogs with feather arrows or crossbow arrows.

The indifferent gazes of the hundreds of bowmen were already staring at the four of them.

The slightest movement is a rain of arrows.

Even if you turn around and run away, you can't do it, and you don't dare to run away without authorization.

The four-legged desert horse is indeed fast, but it is nowhere near as fast as a rain of arrows that can fly in the air.

Besides, there is still a task at hand.

"Don't be impulsive." The desert robber headed slowly opened his mouth.

And his hand also loosened from the handle of the knife at his waist. He moved very slowly. He clenched the reins again, lightly knocked the horse's belly and let the desert horse under his crotch take two steps forward. He also said: "This is Kant. The lord's fief, strange troops from the kingdoms of Vikya and Swadia, please tell me your purpose."

His words seemed to work.

The longbow and crossbow that were originally aimed at them were all lowered, which also showed their goodwill.

This made the four desert robbers slightly relieved.

It doesn't seem to be the enemy.

Among the hundreds of people in the team, two people looked at each other and seemed to be the leaders. They walked out in unison, put down their weapons completely, and spoke in unison.

"We are 50 crossbowmen from the kingdom of Swadia, who have come to follow Lord Kant."

"We are 50 archers from the Kingdom of Vikya, who have come to follow Lord Kant."

This sentence officially identifies them.

The four elite desert robbers were completely relaxed, shaking the reins and walking down the dunes, nodding to them with a smile and saying, "We are here to welcome you, new friends from Swadia and Vikya, welcome to the Land of Miracles! "

Since it is not an enemy, it is a friend.

Both sides put away their weapons, after all, they still understand the Sarandians.

Soon, the elite desert bandits took them back to the sentry oasis.

The Swadian light infantrymen who were standing guard at the city gate saw them with a smile on their faces. Without hesitation, they let people open the city gate and put all the crossbowmen in.

They are also soldiers of the Kingdom of Swadia, and you can tell whether they are true or false at a glance.

"welcome."

Fatis also came out of the street to greet him.

Looking at these energetic bowmen, he nodded with satisfaction: "With your presence, our defense system can finally be used." With a slight shrug, he smiled and pointed at the city wall attics and arrow towers: " Without you archers and crossbowmen, our fortifications are useless."

"I'm glad we can help." The bowmen answered modestly.

The atmosphere became very harmonious.

These crossbowmen from the Kingdom of Vicia and the Kingdom of Swadia have also heard the rumors of Phatis.

This former wandering knight was one of the few nobles on the mainland.

There are many lords who want to recruit this knight who has aristocratic blood and has honed his own in wandering, but due to his philosophy, Fatis did not accept the canonization, but instead came to the Land of Miracles to serve Lord Kant.

And for everyone, this is the highest honor.

The banquet continued.

More chairs and tables were moved out, and new friends were welcomed.

Jocelyn, the caravan leader from Zhivadin, was also entrusted by Manid to help greet the Vicya archers who had just arrived here. After chatting with each other, the atmosphere became more and more cheerful.

Just like the tense atmosphere that was about to start a war just now, there was no such thing.

In fact, it was a misunderstanding.

"Dangdangdang."

There was a knock on Kant's door.

"Lord Kant, I hope your rest is not disturbed."

Manid stood outside the door and heard a voice from inside, so he said softly: "The banquet is about to start, and just now, 50 archers from the Kingdom of Vikia and 50 from the Kingdom of Swadia Crossbowmen are here to follow you."

In the room, Kant opened his eyes in a daze.

The room was dark as there were no candles lit.

Looking through the narrow window, I saw bright stars and a seemingly solidified darkness.

"Well, I fell asleep?"

Kant suddenly opened his sleepy eyes and woke up instantly.

Only then did I realize that my mind had risen to the sky at that time, and after building the building from the perspective of God, I actually fell asleep on the bed in a drowsy state, and only woke up when Manid came to knock on the door.

"Lord Kant?" Outside the door, Manid knocked on the door twice.

"Well, I heard it." Kant replied.

Fortunately, he didn't take off his clothes, he stood up straight, stretched, walked over to open the door, and saw Manid with a wry smile: "This is a mistake worth remembering, I actually fell asleep."

"It's due to fatigue."

Manid bowed his head slightly, took a half step back, looked at Kant and said, "Sir, the banquet will begin soon."

"Let's go now." Kant took the lead.

Manid quickly followed.

There are candles lit in the stairs of the Consulate Hall, and the light is sufficient.

Walking down the stairs quickly, Kant came to the outside of the Consulate Hall.

The torches were burning, releasing more light, and the whole street was like daytime. Kant walked out of the slightly dim hall, and his eyes were a little unable to adapt. He couldn't help squinting his eyes and stood there for a second or two.

But on the street in front of him, the soldiers who were still bragging and laughing burst into cheers.

"Good evening, laudable Lord Kant!"

"I wish you well, dear lord!"

"Great Lord Kant, I am very excited to see you!"

They all looked at Kant feverishly, with the highest respect in their eyes, and even when they looked at the king of their own country, they did not have such a fanatical and reverent look, as if they were treating the world and the spirit with the only belief and reliance.

This is constant loyalty from the system.

There are also miracle legends that Kant spread in Calradia.

"Hello."

Kant nodded and reached out to respond.

With a smile on his face, he walked to his seat and sat down: "Sit down, let's make this banquet more lively." At the same time, he said to Manid and Fatis: "And our new friends, I hope Enough food."

"Enough." Manid nodded affirmatively.

At the kitchen location, the new desert antelope has been dragged out and roasted. Although there are more than 100 people, the number is definitely enough.

Desert antelopes, which appear at the end of each month, are rich prey resources.

"let's start."

Kant stretched out his hand to signal the start of the banquet.

Immediately cheers erupted in the mouths of those soldiers, peasants and peasant women.

And the sound of gobbling also appeared in an instant. The roast lamb and air-dried meat on the long table in front of him, as well as sausages, bread and other items, were torn and smashed by these hungry people.

At the same time the lid of the ale is also opened.

One bowl per person.

Although there are not many, you will not even get drunk, but for the sake of safety, each person is limited to only one bowl of ale.

No one is allowed to drink too much.

Even Kant set an example. After drinking the malt wine in his bowl, he did not continue to drink these spirit-numbing beverages. For safety reasons, things with too high alcohol content should be restrained.

Danger lingers around, and only the fool will rejoice.

This is a lively banquet.

But it is also the yearning for a better life in the future.

I want to eat this delicious food every day.

In addition to hard work, there are endless brutal fights.

A piece of roasted and browned lamb was inserted with a knife. Kant was dipped in salt sprinkled with crushed spices. It tasted great after the mouth. in one breath.

It was a delicious delicacy, and he loved it.

The banquet ended in excitement.

The peasant women cleaned up a mess of tables, chairs and the ground.

He didn't want his sentry oasis to turn into the dirty look inside the stone pass, which was unacceptable to him from modern times, not to mention the poor hygiene conditions, which would lead to plagues.

Oasis is the only gathering place in the desert.

If there is a plague, there is no way to hide in this place.

Therefore, hygiene has always been the key issue emphasized by Kant.

Fatis continued to patrol the city walls before going to bed.

Manid urges the work of boiling salt.

And Jocelyn, the caravan leader who finished the banquet, stopped at the city gate.

Not far away were his nephew and his 12 sentinels who served as his entourage.

The three carriages took the lead on their return journey, sending more than 500 gnoll slaves that Kant had captured back to Zhivadin.

"It's going well."

Kant stood at the top of the Consulate, next to the 20 Ravenston Rangers.

With a slight smile, he exhorted the rangers: "Although I have arranged for Vicya archers and Swadian crossbowmen to garrison in the attic of the city wall and the arrow tower, your task is still arduous."

"We'll be vigilant." The Rangers replied firmly.

"Very good." Kant nodded.

These Ravenston Rangers are, after all, level 5 troops.

Although it looks like it is only one level away from the 4th-level arms, it is actually a far cry from the dividing line.

Have these rangers stationed at the top of the Consulate, and Kant sleeps comfortably.

Go down the stairs.

Kant went back to his room.

Looking out the window it was getting dark, he lay on the bed and thought: "Tomorrow is the day the caravan will set off. All the trivial matters can be sorted out this week, just wait quietly for the expeditions from the Greymane Kingdom to arrive."

Frowning slightly.

Kant's mouth also showed a cold smile.

Whoever wins and who loses, who can gain the hegemony of the Naron Desert, he still has the confidence.