Lord of the Oasis

Gnolls are the most common humanoid race in the Narun Desert.

It once formed a scale. It crossed the Sangwaya Mountains from the Narun Desert. The lion Principality was at war with other principalities for a long time and invaded the land on the northern border. It was indeed a disaster for nearly three years.

Like a disgusting ulcer, there is a tendency to continue spreading further into the center.

This is why, after the Lion Principality ended the war with other principalities, it directly began to clear the gnolls.

The crackdown lasted a year.

Invading the lion principality is like a gnoll tribe who came to heaven, and is quickly defeated.

Without good weapons and good armor, the gnoll tribe is no match for human forces at all.

On the battlefield, the gnoll was easily strangled by the proud cavalry of the Lion Principality.

It is said that the head of the gnoll was cut off ten years ago and stuck on both sides of the road.

And the cruel slaughter has completely turned into massacre. From the northern border of the Principality of Lions to the southern part of the entire Nalen Desert, almost all the major large-scale gnoll tribes were slaughtered.

The surviving Gnoll tribe also chose to migrate to the northern desert in fear.

But there are also scattered gnolls.

Even in the Sangwaya Mountains, there are many gnoll tribes, because several villages on the northern border of the Principality of Lions are still attacked by gnolls from time to time.

As for the southern part of the Nalen Desert, after ten years of recuperation, it is estimated that the number of gnoll tribes is even greater!

"There's no turning back."

Kant pursed his chapped lips with a determined look on his face.

Come here, then he will build his own village here, with the "Swadia Kingdom" in the system as the golden finger, he is definitely not nothing.

The dunes referred to beforehand were just ahead, and that was the pre-set point for their camp.

They will set up tents in the shade of the dunes.

"Boys, get busy!"

The command of the cavalry is still in Rowan's hands, and he also arranged for himself: "Go and search around, I don't want to be eaten by gnolls or beasts after I fall asleep!"

Following his order, 20 cavalrymen were immediately thrown out.

But some people don't care, they have been gone for 6 days, and they haven't seen the jackal yet.

Therefore, these cavalrymen did not search very carefully. After confirming that the sand dune was indeed normal, they all came back, and they couldn't wait to set up their tents and have a good rest.

"Put up a tent."

Kant also arranged for the peasants to act.

The three carriages contained camping materials, including a dozen tents, wooden sticks and linen ropes for support.

Some farmers are pulling out their long sickles and quickly digging the sand, stacking all the 30 cm of yellow sand on the surface, exposing the cooler sand layer below.

This is a trick in the desert, and lying in it can effectively escape the heat.

The same is the skill of the gnoll to survive in the desert, which was learned by the soldiers of the Lion Principality ten years ago, and was recorded by scholars in their books after the war.

Before Kant left, he specifically consulted various books in the Naron Desert.

Twenty tents were quickly set up in the bunker, framed by wooden sticks and fastened with long flax ropes, allowing all 51 people to rest in it, including the 27 horses.

"The rest is up to you, Rowan."

Standing in front of his own small tent, Kant was also relieved.

After basically all the work was done, Rowan nodded and said, "As per your order, Lord Baron."

The next job is to feed the horses, and at the same time, assign staff to start making lunch and distribute everyone's drinking water for the next half-day. Although it is easy, it cannot be sloppy.

The calm Rowan is the best choice.

The tent blocks the sun, and the shallow pit brings the coolness of the earth.

Kant spread the linen mattress under it, and then he lay down in it, and the arduous trek along the way seemed to dissipate.

"Maybe another light beer at this time, that would be the best."

Kant closed his eyes and couldn't help sighing: "I just don't know when I can enjoy it in the future."

He was in a self-made state.

Pale beer is basically a luxury, and it is impossible to enjoy it, because no caravan will come to the sentry oasis and provide these cheap drinks to his fief.

This is the Naron Desert.

A barren place where no humans will appear at all!

Shaking his head, Kant didn't think much about it.

However, his nose sniffed slightly, and the smell of food came from outside the tent.

It was also lunchtime, but just when Kant was about to take a nap in the shallow pit, the familiar system sound in his ears woke him up.

At the same time, a dialog box appears on the retina.

[Ding... Temporary task release]

[Temporary Mission: Gnoll's Sneak Attack]

[Reward: Date Palm × 20 (full fruit period)]

[Introduction: The aroma of cooking has attracted a group of gnolls with a keen sense of smell, and you need to defeat them. 】

Kant stood up directly in the shallow pit.

His face was a little dignified, because this is a temporary task of the system, and it will be released from time to time.

But the temporary task of this system is just circumstantial evidence of one thing.

That is, around the dunes where they are camping, there is a group of gnolls who do not know the exact number lurking, and they have already found them and are ready to launch a sneak attack on them!

"Careless."

Kant was also a little helpless to the cavalry, but he had no command, and he couldn't order them at all.

Quickly walked out of the tent, there were more than a dozen farmers preparing lunch outside.

As for the cavalry sent by the lion duchy to protect them, they all huddled in their tents and sandpits, and there were no guards, and their defenses were quite slack.

Kant frowned at this.

If it weren't for the system prompt, it is estimated that those gnolls who appeared near the tent would not be found!

No sound.

Kant came to the carriage and found his own box.

Inside is a fixed light crossbow, as well as a matching quiver, neatly stacked with 20 relatively stubby iron crossbow arrows.

The gnoll needs to be discovered by himself, because Kant can't explain how he knew the gnoll was ready to attack. Although he can be regarded as half a scholar, he is definitely not a magician with mysterious power.

With three Swadian farmers, they walked briskly towards the top of the dunes where they were camped.

Squatting carefully, Kant scanned his surroundings.

"There, I found them."

A peasant's voice sounded, pressing his voice to the north: "Look, gnolls, there are many!"

"Yeah." Kant nodded.

Just to the north of the sand dune, on the sand dune more than 700 meters away, about 50 gnolls in tattered clothes were quietly touching and lying low, as if they were hunting.

But this is indeed hunting, and those ferocious gnolls have human flesh in their recipes.

"Back up, wake everyone up, and prepare to fight."

Kant squatted and stepped back, although his face was solemn, but it was also much more relaxed.

From the looks of it, the 50-odd gnolls seemed to be a large number, already equal to the number of their team.

But in fact, it does not pose much of a threat.

Just in the tent under the dunes, those 20 cavalrymen of the male lion duchy who were still resting could easily kill all these gnolls, and their losses would definitely not be too great.

Well-trained cavalry, dealing with these primitive humanoid races, is simply not too simple.

Quickly running down the dune, Kant held his light crossbow and said solemnly: "Captain Rowan, we are in trouble, it is best to let everyone come out and prepare for battle, more than 50 gnolls will attack us in a while. camp."

"Gnoll?"

Captain Rowan's voice was a little surprised.

At the same time, the 20 cavalrymen in the tent also quickly ran out with their weapons, their faces solemn. However, when they swept the surrounding sand dunes, they found nothing unusual.

But Rowan did not question, but asked Kant: "Lord Baron, where are they?"

"There, it's coming soon." Kant pointed to the north of the dune.

"Get on your horse and prepare to fight."

Rowan gritted his teeth, glared at the cavalry behind him, and said harshly: "Damn, you wiped everyone's boots for four nights, and scouted around, but you didn't even find so many gnolls."

The four cavalrymen looked ugly, but did not refute.

In fact, this was their mistake, because the four of them were responsible for scouting the cavalry in the north.

"My lord, I'm sorry about this, but we will defeat those gnolls."

Rowan led all the cavalry to mount, clenched the spear and sword, and solemnly said to Kant: "We are all dispatched, there may be no way to protect you here, please be careful."

"Don't worry." Kant nodded.

These cavalry are not used for defense, they will take the initiative to defeat the gnolls.

Once a sneak attack is discovered, it has no effect at all.

Seeing that the 20 cavalrymen, led by Rowan, quickly bypassed the dunes and charged towards the north, Kant also commanded: "Everyone is ready for battle, come with me."

"clear!"

The 30 Swadian farmers responded in unison.

Although their main job is to work in the fields, they are no strangers to fighting.

The specially modified sickle head was inserted on a two-meter-long wooden stick to form a long-handled sickle like a halberd, which could be stabbed and chopped. Although it was a bit awkward, it was still a deadly self-defense weapon.

What's more, 30 Swadian peasants were all holding scythes and lined up in two rows of phalanxes.

"After this battle, someone should level up."

Kant took the Swadian farmers to the top of the dunes.

Just over 200 meters away, 20 cavalrymen from the Principality of Lions, holding spears more than two meters long, roared and rode their horses, launching a fearless charge against the more than 50 messy gnolls.

"Long live the Principality of Lions!"

The cavalry shouted their slogans, and the horses under their crotch were galloping fast.

Although the gravel limited their absolute speed, the charge of these cavalry still left those gnolls at a loss.

In the Naron desert, these gnoll tribes are the kings, so they dare to quietly touch the scented place without fear, although they don't know who the enemy they encounter.

But when they saw the human cavalry rushing down the dunes, all the gnolls started to flee in horror.

The slaughter ten years ago has always been in their heads.