Lord of the Oasis

The twilight light was still struggling, barely able to see it.

Kant frowned slightly.

His heart beat faster with his emotions.

"It's really fun."

Kant opened his mouth with a bit of coldness in his eyes.

To the north of the messy Gnoll tribe, on the flat sandy ground, you can clearly see the traces of long snake-like diagrams, which are crookedly extending along the sand dunes and extending deeper into the desert.

This long snake-like graph is clearly visible.

Because its own color is slightly darker, it is obvious that the sand has been solidified and hardened after a long time of stepping on it.

"It was stepped on by a gnoll."

The desert robber opened his mouth and frowned.

The gnolls in the primitive tribe era have no concept of roads.

But it was they who were able to step on a road in this desert. Obviously, there were some reasons why they had to do this, and they stepped back and forth for a long time until this crooked primitive road was formed.

"But why do they go north?" This is Kant's doubt.

The desert robber pondered, looked up and said solemnly: "This means that it is their daily task."

"Daily tasks?"

Kant frowned. To him, this term was somewhat similar to the tasks issued by the system.

"It's like a daily hunt."

The desert robber explained, but his face became more and more solemn: "And I think that there may be the salt mine we are looking for. It is occupied by this group of gnolls and mines coarse salt every day."

"This is your speculation." Kant frowned: "It's absurd."

The gnolls are only a race of primitive tribes, and mining salt mines has no effect on them.

Salt is a condiment.

However, it is also a commodity, and it is more equal to a luxury in the Principality of Lions.

Kant did not agree with the words of the desert robber at all.

Because for him, even if these gnolls mined the coarse salt, there is no businessman who came to buy the nearest male lion duchy, and in the male lion duchy, he has never heard of anyone from the Nalen Desert. of salt.

If the nobles of the Principality of Lions really know that there are salt mines here.

It is estimated that the head is broken, and a truly elite force must be organized to slaughter the entire Nalen Desert.

Kant was quite aware of their greed.

So Kant frowned, and shook his head at the desert robber in disbelief: "It's not like these brutal and primitive gnolls can mine a lot of coarse salt, and then use these things as goods, and sell them all?"

Who doesn't know the brutal nature of gnolls, there is no sense at all, and they are more similar to beasts.

This kind of speculation seems like a joke to Kant!

"Lord Lord, this is very likely."

The desert robber's expression remained the same, and his expression remained solemn.

This serious look made Kant's brows even more wrinkled, and it was impossible for the system of arms to betray him.

Taking a deep breath, Kant said, "Reason."

The desert robber immediately replied: "It's very simple, Lord, look over there, those are the clay pots that the gnolls use to drink water. If nothing else, you will feel very familiar."

"Well." Kant squinted and nodded slightly.

Even if they were far apart, he could still make out the pottery pot containing the water that the gnoll drank.

The black appearance should be very worn, just like the pottery pot has been left in the desert for a long time, and the mouth of the pottery is a little broken. This is equivalent to useless garbage in the lion principality, which is rich in pottery, and even civilians are disdainful to pick it up.

"It's this kind of pottery. If you distinguish it carefully, there are many in the entire Gnoll tribe."

The desert robber opened his mouth and his tone became more and more solemn: "Around those tents that were set up randomly,

There will always be so many pots, and I don't think it's these gnolls that hold water or anything. "

Kant was silent, his eyes solemn.

He was staring at this large gnoll tribe, but his heart was no longer at peace.

"Is this true?" Kant said slowly.

It seems to be asking, but it is confirming the authenticity of this matter, Kant has suddenly understood.

"It's true." The desert robber nodded.

At the same time, he continued to say to Kant: "And the gnolls in the sentry oasis are definitely related to this place!"

His tone was quite certain.

"Yeah." Kant's face was slightly bitter, and he nodded: "It's true."

It can be seen from the night raid.

These gnolls are the reinforcements they are looking for in this big tribe.

If the two gnoll tribes had no connection at all, then there would never be a gnoll from this big tribe who would organize a mighty army and slay the sentry oasis.

Close your eyes slightly.

Kant bowed his head in thought, and the thoughts in his mind turned rapidly.

The situation is getting worse.

For him, it has reached a more dangerous point, and even the development of the sentry oasis and the establishment of a real "Dehrim" is beginning to become a little uncertain.

Because his heart was shaken.

A large tribe of gnolls developed.

A salt mine occupied by this large gnoll tribe.

Kant almost didn't know what to do.

He only has a small existence, more than 60 people, how can he resist this gnoll tribe?

It's like a praying man's arm.

"But what can we do?"

Kant opened his eyes with a bitter smile.

The desert robbers were silent at the same time, and they didn't know how to answer Kant, the lord's question.

Their strength is really too weak.

Kant nodded slowly, his face gloomy: "We should take all this seriously. If we don't want to die miserably in this desert of Naron, the necessary preparations must be made."

He came to the desert of Naron, not to die.

Clenching his fist slightly, Kant's mentality recovered.

"Let's go and see along that road."

Kant turned his head and said to these desert robbers: "At least I want to know if there is a real salt mine there."

"Understood." The desert robbers nodded.

The number of gnolls is indeed large, but this night attack did not directly run over Kant, but left hundreds of corpses, and left the sentry oasis in a dreadful manner, and he even chased him to his hometown with cavalry. .

Thinking about it carefully, Kant can also be sure that the combat effectiveness of these gnolls is actually not strong.

Although they are ferocious and physically stronger than ordinary humans, they do not have excellent tactics, nor do they have weapons that can effectively kill the enemy, including armor that can protect their own bodies.

Farmers from Swadia, these level 0 units, can compete with them.

The 1st level and the 2nd level are assembled, and the same number of gnolls can be pressed down.

Why should Kant be afraid?

"let's go!"

Kicking the horse's belly, Kant galloped quickly between the dunes.

The six desert robbers also shook the reins and galloped behind him.

"Complete system tasks and get more advanced units."

Kant made up his mind silently.

He was sure that if he had 100 fully-armed Swadian knights, this soldier from the system, known as the king of the land, even if it was this large gnoll tribe, he would dare to attack.

And the final winner still belongs to him.

Along the sandy road trodden by the gnolls, they were fast.

The twilight light finally disappeared.

A bright moon and bright stars appeared in the sky.

The temperature of the dry air also began to plummet in an instant, which made Kant and the others, who were riding their horses, feel a chill.

Putting on the pre-prepared cardigan, they moved on.

In the desert, it is sometimes wise to start the journey at night, because compared to the brutal temperature during the day and the large amount of water consumed, the cold at night can actually be solved by focusing on keeping warm.

That's why Kant and the others made the decision to move on at night.

Time passed.

The moon has also reached the middle of the sky, and the bright and bright disk seems to be extremely moving silver.

The temperature is getting colder and colder, and Kant's face feels a little stiff.

"Everyone."

He opened his mouth and let out a breath of heat, but reached out to rein in the horse and raised his right hand at the same time: "Stop advancing."

The six desert robbers behind him immediately restrained the desert horse under his crotch.

"Lord Lord, what happened?"

They opened their mouths, all with the mist formed by the heat in the low temperature.

However, they soon discovered the reason for Kant's request to stop advancing, and all of them stretched out their hands a little stiffly, and directly took out the spears tied to their backs, each with a solemn expression.

There are enemies.