Lord of the Oasis

In the southern part of the Nalen Desert, the majestic war horses are galloping.

The expedition team from the Principality of Lions is advancing among the dunes at a relatively fast speed.

"It should be right up front."

Rowan rode his warhorse at the forefront, stared at the horizon ahead, and breathed a sigh of relief: "As expected, you should be able to reach the sentry oasis in half an hour."

As a guide, he finally completed his initial task.

Rowan sighed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and showed helplessness in his eyes.

Complete the mission when you arrive at the Sentinel Oasis?

That's a joke!

The Sentinel Oasis is just the first step of this expedition.

There is a second step.

The third step, and more!

They all went deep into the Naron Desert, exploring unfamiliar and unfamiliar areas, and even inspecting the places where the expedition troops of the Principality of Lions had never penetrated ten years ago.

"Oh, that's the damn thing."

Rowan rolled his eyes, thinking about it now that he was really unlucky.

But when he turned his head to look at the stalwart knights with expressionless faces, Rowan also wisely concealed all the negative expressions on his face.

He can't afford to offend these guys.

Rowan is only the captain of the cavalry team, and these squire knights are members of the cavalry regiment.

The positions of the two parties may be different.

In particular, the Hobson knights who rode their horses beside the carriage were real knights. There were no 300 knights in the entire Principality of Lions.

Now there is one in front of him, and it makes him a little dry.

But it has nothing to do with him.

As a guide, Rowan knew he had better lead the way.

Just when he was thinking wildly, a famous squire came over and said to him indifferently: "Lord Hobson invites you to come over, I hope to talk to you about the route."

The attitude of this squire knight was very rude, but Rowan was used to it.

I cursed in my heart: "Damn it." But with a smile on his face, he couldn't help nodding and said, "Understood."

Turning his head to look behind, the Hobson Knight also looked at him, nodded from him, Rowan took the reins, turned the horse's head over, bowed his head and asked respectfully, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"How long until we get to Sentinel Oasis?"

Hobson asked in a normal tone, without too much arrogance.

He is a knight after all.

The cornerstone of the aristocracy, with its own demeanor.

"This, there should be half an hour."

Rowan replied quickly: "It will be there soon."

"Half an hour?"

Hobson nodded, staring straight ahead, a bit of relief on his face.

Even he was quite tired in this desert.

"Knight Hobson, take it easy. If we can really find something from this expedition, we will have a great return when we go back."

A slightly hoarse old voice sounded in the carriage.

Scholar Hank opened the curtains of the carriage, his eyes were extremely bright: "Trust me."

"Scholar Hank, of course, your erudition shines like a pearl in the Principality of the Lion."

Hobson Knight nodded, which is why he was willing to follow Hank Scholar to come here.

Lost City.

This term stands for endless wealth.

In fact, when he came here, he also had the shadow of the Principality of Lions.

He was a member of the aristocracy.

"and many more."

But Hobson's face was slightly solemn, and his right hand was raised directly: "There is a situation!"

"Boooooooooooooooooooooo-"

The sound of the long sword being unsheathed was instantly heard.

Rowan also subconsciously pulled out his long sword,

After swallowing and spitting, the surrounding cold light flashed, and the squire knights pulled out their knight swords, stopped their horses, and looked around vigilantly.

The Narun Desert is dangerous, and they naturally know it.

Hobson looked at the front, his face was slightly heavy, and he slowly said: "Team 1, Team 2 spread out, scout on both sides!"

"clear!"

On the left and right sides, 20 squire knights immediately responded.

Then the horses scattered, roaring towards the middle of the dunes on both sides, in groups of two, forming an efficient investigation team.

They are the standard cavalry regiment.

"The Hobson Knight."

Hank Scholar's expression was a little dignified, and he asked, "Did you find anything?"

Rowan also swallowed and listened quietly.

"I heard hooves, not many, but very flexible."

Hobson nodded, with solemn eyes in his eyes, looked around the surrounding sand dunes, frowned and explained: "They are moving among the sand dunes, they should be light cavalry."

"Hussar?"

Hank Scholar frowned and looked around in disbelief: "How come there are light cavalry here."

Hobson frowned slightly: "That's what I'm curious and suspicious of."

The Narun Desert is a barren land.

cavalry?

That is impossible!

In this desert, it is difficult to even support people, and even more delicate war horses can't be supported at all!

You must know that war horses are not just casual horses.

"Da da da…"

And just as they were contemplating, the rapid sound of hooves appeared in the sand dunes ahead.

The 10 squire knights behind Hobson immediately drew their swords and moved forward, each with a solemn expression, but they had been trained as regular knights since childhood, but their expressions showed no fear at all.

After the sand dunes, a light cavalry is rushing out.

And behind this cavalry, 6 squire knights are biting tightly behind.

It seemed that it was the pursuit of these squire knights that made this light cavalry come here in a hurry.

Hobson frowned slightly.

He found that this light cavalryman was wearing rather tattered equipment and weapons, but because he was dressed lightly, his speed was so fast that the squire knights couldn't keep up, and the distance was getting bigger and bigger.

If they weren't here, it is estimated that the light cavalry would have already escaped through the sand dunes.

"Sir, be careful!"

The squire knights drew their swords and kicked the horse's belly forward, each with a stern face, obviously ready for battle.

However, Hobson raised his hand and frowned: "Wait." And he also opened his mouth and said to the light cavalry: "Unfamiliar cavalry, we are from the Principality of Lions, and there is no malice."

Suddenly, he also seemed to be thinking of something and blurted out, "We know Baron Kant."

This sentence seems to break the gap between the two sides.

Those squire knights who were still chasing also slowed down.

However, everyone still maintained a surrounding formation, firmly besieging the nimble light cavalry in the middle.

It is basically difficult to escape.

The light cavalry apparently knew that too.

Slightly restraining the war horse, frowning at the Hobson knight who is obviously a superior, he finally said: "What is the relationship between you and Lord Kant?"

"Baron Kant is the son of the Duke of the Lion, and I am the pro-knight of the Duke of the Lion."

The Hobson Knight opened his mouth and took the initiative to introduce his identity.

But his status as a knight, which was respected in the male lion duchy, did not have any effect on this light cavalry, not even the gesture of bowing his head on his horse.

This light cavalry soldier from the Sultanate of Sarand was loyal only to Kant.

It's the desert robber!

"Why are you here?"

The desert robber opened his mouth with a questioning tone: "This is the territory of Lord Kant, and you are trampling on Lord Kant's sovereignty now, and I hope you can give a reasonable explanation."

"Uh…"

Hobson was stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting that the light cavalry would speak to him in such a tone.

But when he turned his head to look at this vast sea of ​​sand, there was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

That's right.

The Principality of Male Lions had already conferred the southern part of the Naron Desert to Kant as a baronial. He brought so many troops to the Naron Desert, and he had not explained the situation to Kant, and it could cause war in the Principality of Male Lions.

It's a matter of reputation.

There are no nobles who are indifferent to the unfamiliar troops running rampant on their territory.

But this made Hobson even more embarrassed.

But where is it?

Naron Desert!

Civilization forbidden zone!

Badlands!

No one will come here if it is not necessary!

But looking at the solemn appearance of the light cavalry, he shook his head helplessly and didn't explain anything: "Take us to the sentry oasis. The old scholars on the carriage and I all know Baron Kant."

PS: This is an update from yesterday.