Lord of the Oasis

In the early morning of the Nalen Desert, the sun was still blazing.

Kant shook the reins and rode his horse forward.

Behind him are 6 fully armed desert robbers, riding their own desert horses, with vigilant and cautious eyes, without the slightest slack, as if there will be an ambush enemy when they don't know where they are.

They are going deep into the desert.

Scout the gnoll tribe that attacked the sentry oasis at night.

"Look over there."

Kant restrained the warhorse under his crotch and squinted at the dunes in front of him.

That's a lot of bunkers.

Breathing out slowly, Kant turned his head and said, "It seems that our route is correct."

"The traces they left are obvious."

The desert robbers followed, and one of them spoke with an obvious sarcasm: "Just relying on these simple dogs, I really don't know how to survive in the desert."

"If these dogs were in the desert of Sarand, they would probably be swallowed with nothing left."

The other desert robbers also carried ridicule and disdain.

Calradia has a lot of disputes, and the endless wars have made them all like desert experts.

Looking at the conspicuous marks on the dunes, in their eyes, it is undoubtedly a high-profile announcement: Hey, here I am. Do you know, following these traces, we can find our hometown. Come with us, we can't help but want to be slaughtered by you.

"It's ridiculous."

Kant also nodded, with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

Kicking the horse's belly lightly, Kant shook the reins and said lightly, "Let's keep walking, and be careful."

"Understood." The desert robbers responded in unison.

As cavalry, their mobility in a short period of time is comparable to that of gnolls as infantry.

Following the visibly rambling footsteps in the sand, they went deep into the desert.

As long as there is no sandstorm, they are not worried about the route and direction, because behind them, there are also traces left by their own horses, which are unique traces in the Nalen Desert.

Gnolls do not have horses, nor do they have the concept of horse training.

This kind of creature that can be domesticated and is important for cavalry is actually no different from prey in the eyes of gnolls.

Besides, there are no horses in this thirst-ridden desert.

There is only an endless sea of ​​sand.

A vast, highly visual impact.

It also symbolizes extreme barrenness.

Even in Kant's view, the barrenness of this Naron desert is worse and crueler than any desert he has ever known in his previous life, making it almost impossible for any creature to survive.

Along the way, the impression is even deeper.

Even some extremely drought-tolerant shrubs commonly found in deserts are very rare.

Except for a few plants that can be seen under the dunes near the oasis, in the depths of this desert, where there is no moisture at all, there is no green at all, only the endless yellow sand that seems to swallow everything.

Cruel like purgatory.

Kant's face was gloomy.

As he went deeper into the Naron Desert, this sadness from the barren land filled his heart.

"Who would live in a place like this?"

After swallowing his saliva, Kant's mouth was dry as if he could breathe fire.

The same is true of the six desert robbers behind him. One of them immediately took off the water bladder on his horse and handed it to Kant with great discernment: "Sir, drink some water first."

"Um."

Kant nodded and reached out to take the water bladder.

It's still a little cool to start, this is the spring water poured from the pond of the sentry oasis.

Take a sip, refreshing with a bit of sweetness.

The spring water covered the heat in his heart, but Kant's heart was still heavy.

The goal of this mission is to detect the location of the gnoll tribe and explore the possible saline-alkali land.

But now he has wasted a whole morning, which really makes him a little anxious.

He didn't want to get nothing.

"Go on, hurry up, it's almost noon."

Kant ordered, and then continued to ride the horse forward, speeding up the march.

The six desert robbers behind him nodded, wiped off the water stains on the corners of their mouths, and after putting the water bladders in, they also speeded up to keep up.

They are all cavalry after all.

It was at least 10 times faster than when Kant had just left the Sunwaya Mountains and headed to the Sentinel Oasis. With a clear line, the entire 7-man team moved very fast.

At noon, after a short rest.

When the sun slows down a bit and the temperature becomes lower, we will continue our journey.

Until the sun slants west and dusk appears.

Kant and the others finally stopped moving forward, because just following the messy traces under their feet, they continued to move forward a hundred meters away, and a gathering place composed of a large number of tents was appearing in front of them.

The gnoll tribe.

Kant's eyes narrowed slightly.

Without any further instructions from him, the desert robbers beside him immediately jumped off their horses, and led their desert horses to hide behind the dunes, so as to avoid the huge number of gnolls finding them and causing unnecessary trouble.

Kant also rolled over and dismounted, handing the reins to the desert robber behind him.

Then he walked towards the top of the dune, and carefully squatted down to observe: "This gnoll tribe looks much larger than the tribe in the sentry oasis." After a pause, he added: "At least 3 times."

"Maybe more." The two desert robbers who followed behind him had solemn eyes.

In their observation, this gnoll tribe is indeed very large.

The tents made of various materials are piled up on the sand in a mess, without any planning. Let these gnolls with long fangs and gray fur walk around the tents at will, just like a slum.

The ground is littered with rubbish, leftover bones.

There is also excretion, which almost covers the sand of the entire gnoll tribe.

Many young gnolls rolled around in these excretions, chasing and fighting each other, as if these were not dirty things, but clean and hygienic plasticine, with no concept of dirt at all.

"It's disgusting."

Kant spit to the side.

He now finally understands why those gnolls always have a strange stench on them.

That's why.

"Lord Lord, there is regrettable news."

The desert robber opened his mouth and said in a solemn tone: "According to the visual observation, the adult gnoll is close to 2000, and the young gnoll is at 200. If nothing else, this should be a well-developed gnoll tribe."

"This is really a pity." Kant nodded, with a haze in his eyes.

Slowly bowing his head, Kant looked deeply at the front and said, "The gnoll tribe of nearly 2500 is less than a day away from our sentry oasis. No matter how you think about it, it is very dangerous."

"They also seem to have a food source for hunting."

The desert robber continued to speak, with a more solemn tone: "It's even worse."

Kant narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction indicated by the desert robber.

Looking slightly startled.

But soon, his face became more gloomy.

On the fringes of the messy tents of these gnoll tribes, many slaughtered livestock are placed on the sand to dry. At a cursory glance, there are at least 300 desert antelopes that have been skinned.

It seems that it has been drying for a while, and it has shrunk into the appearance of air-dried meat.

This is a small number of animals that can survive in the Narun Desert.

It is drought-tolerant by nature, can eat a variety of vegetation, adapt to desert life, and its vitality is extremely tenacious.

On the natural dividing line between the Nalon Desert and the Principality of Lions, and in the majestic Sanwaya Mountains, there are many such desert antelopes living and multiplying. Of course Kant knew this.

Even in the villages of the Lion Principality in the south, hunters will go to the mountains to hunt desert antelopes.

But he frowned. Although he knew that there were many desert antelopes near the Sunwaya Mountains, he didn't know that there were desert antelopes in this area deep in the desert.

And also became the prey of this gnoll tribe.

"My lord, there is one thing you may not have noticed."

Another desert robber spoke with a bit of horror on his face.

Kant frowned: "What?"

The psychological quality of the desert robber is still good, but Kant is a little surprised by such a horrified expression.

But then, there was also shock in his eyes.

Kant obviously found out what he was talking about, and couldn't help but blurt out: "This...impossible!"

"Yes, it really exists."

The desert robber swallowed slightly, and said in a slow voice: "Lord Lord, I don't know what's going on, but the reality is this." After a short pause, he continued: "In this gnoll tribe, No springs, no lakes, no soil, not an oasis at all, but they are here."

They looked impressive.

In the gnoll tribe just a hundred meters away, there are indeed messy tents everywhere.

There were gnolls in rudimentary linen clothes everywhere, and young gnolls with no regard for hygiene.

Including looking at filth, household garbage.

But no matter how Kant observed, there was no oasis in the flat sand in front of him!

Really like what the desert robber said.

No spring water.

There are no lakes.

There is no soil.

There is no oasis.

But in this Naron desert, there is no oasis, no water resources, it means death!

How could it be as well developed as this gnoll tribe?

The gnoll tribe with a scale of nearly 2,500 is already a big tribe, but now it just appears in this desert, in a desert area with no oasis and no water, which is really heart-pounding.

Even more shocked.

Kant couldn't help muttering to himself: "This is not scientific."

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