Lord of the Oasis

After fighting, the cavalry, already hot and sweating, walked down the sand dunes.

Swadia's peasants and recruits also headed for the makeshift camp under the dunes, where they also wanted their unfinished lunches and new chores.

But on the dunes, Kant was still standing under the scorching sun.

He was staring at the sentry oasis on the horizon, the place of his fief, a place with fresh water.

"Some, troublesome."

Kant exhaled slowly, his eyes dignified.

Sweeping the side of the dunes, the corpses of those gnolls who had not been restrained, these despicable creatures that had died, still brought him a strong inner pressure.

Found gnolls so close to Sentinel Oasis.

The consequences speak for themselves.

Kant couldn't help but bow his head and smile bitterly: "Just think about it, it is impossible for the sentry oasis to be barren forever."

Ten years ago, the siege of the Lion Principality was short-lived, and the gnoll tribes returned and re-occupied the sentry oasis.

And according to the more than 50 gnolls they killed.

The number of the gnoll tribe that re-occupied the sentry oasis will definitely not be less than 300, and even the number of gnolls in the entire tribe is even more.

"How to do?"

Thinking of this, Kant felt a little pain in his head.

[Ding... Temporary task release]

[Temporary task: exterminate the gnoll tribe]

[Reward: Desert Bandit Stronghold × 1]

[Introduction: The Sentinel Oasis is the pearl of the southern Nalen Desert, but now there is a tribe of gnolls. These murderous races have defiled the beauty of the oasis, and as the future lord of the Naron Desert, you need to exterminate them. 】

Just when he didn't know what to do, the system prompt sound appeared.

On the retina, the system dialog has also been shown, which is a temporary task from the system release.

"Destroy... the gnoll tribe?"

Kant repeated the mission requirements silently, but there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even if there is no system task, he still has to kill the gnoll tribe occupying the sentry oasis.

After all, in the southern part of the Naron Desert, the Sentinel Oasis is basically the only oasis, and it is also the only place with water sources. If this area cannot be captured in a short time, waiting for Kant will be a miserable retreat.

And according to the fresh water reserves that have reached the red line, whether they can return to the Principality of Lions alive is still another question.

In fact, even if he goes back, it is still a question for Kant, the youngest son of the duke, who is in an awkward position, whether he can continue to live in peace.

There are many people who don't want him to go back, it's better to die in the desert.

Kant couldn't help but grit his teeth, but he could only walk down the dune silently.

The gnoll tribe, which numbered at least 300, was definitely dangerous for them.

If one is not observed, the entire army may even be wiped out.

In the battle just now, 50 gnolls were killed by them. The reason was that the system first reminded Kant, and with the help of the opponent's sneak attack, they in turn caught these gnolls by surprise!

What's more, the 20 cavalrymen of the Principality of Lions were originally elite troops.

If one fights desperately to the death, even a gnoll tribe of 300 people will have to suffer heavy losses to destroy them.

"Maybe try."

Kant raised his head and looked at the shadows that were shadowing in the tent.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Whether or not he can capture the Sentinel Oasis is not actually on the Swadian recruits who have just been upgraded and are still young.

But these 20 cavalry of the Principality of Lions!

"I know you will never agree, but I'm sorry, I can't help it."

Kant's face was calm, and he already had a plan in his heart.

Yes,

These cavalrymen are loyal to Cameron, Duke of the Lion, and only have blood respect for Kant. In the actual combat command, they have the final say.

But Kant understands that since he can't command these cavalry to go all out, he must use reality to force these cavalry to go all out!

In the Naron desert, there is only one reason for wanting to work hard.

--water.

Without this thing, they can't help but work hard.

"Don't blame me." Kant was calm, but there was a hint of indifference in the depths of his eyes.

There is no trust between people.

Kant was supposed to walk towards the tent, but instead turned a corner and walked towards the carriage.

The surrounding Swadian farmers are busy.

The cavalry of the Lion Principality in the tent were also laughing happily, as if they were telling a joke.

Nobody noticed him.

In other words, no outsider noticed him.

"grown ups."

Watching the wagon cargo were two Swadian peasants.

"Quiet." Kant raised his hand and motioned them to mute.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the bottom plugs of all the water storage barrels on the carriage.

"Gu dong gu dong..."

The clear fresh water quickly sprinkled along the small mouth on the ground composed of gravel. Within a few minutes, the wooden barrels on the entire water storage carriage were completely empty, and there was not much water left, which completely added a bit of moisture to this barren desert. meaning.

"We're all out of water."

Looking at the two Swadian peasants with dazed expressions, Kant said lightly, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord," they responded.

"very good."

With no expression on Kant's face, he returned to his tent as usual.

Apart from the Swadian peasants and recruits along the way, no cavalry from the Principality of Lions saw him go to the carriage.

But these cavalrymen would never have imagined that there was not a drop of water that could last three days.

Without water, you will die.

If you want to survive, then go and fight with those gnolls.

This is Kant's strategy, to force the cavalry of these lion principalities to obey his arrangements and then go all out!

No poison and no husband.

Coming to this backward and mysterious world, Kant, as the youngest son of the Duke, has learned how to use others to the greatest extent, which is a commonplace trifle for him in the aristocratic class.

If Kant did not take advantage of these cavalry, he did not think that these cavalry would be left desperate because of their status.

No one would foolishly work for someone else, let alone a baron who was exiled.

"grown ups."

While Kant was contemplating, a farmer in charge of cooking lifted the curtain with a wooden tray: "Lunch is ready."

"Well." Kant nodded and looked.

On a wooden plate are three slices of white bread, a small half of a smoked chicken, and three spoonfuls of stewed air-dried meat with rich black pepper.

This is a delicacy that can only be enjoyed by a baron.

White bread and black pepper are luxurious foods and condiments, not to mention their followers and cavalry, even in the Principality of Lions, those low-ranking nobles with small territories and poor fiefs cannot afford spices and high Fluffy white bread.

They ate brown bread with wheat bran mixed with flour, and simple stewed air-dried meat.

"Black pepper stewed air-dried meat."

Kant took the plate and asked, "If I remember correctly, we shouldn't have much fresh water."

"Yes, but we're getting to the Sentinel Oasis, where there's plenty of fresh water," the farmer replied.

"That's it."

Nodding, Kant said lightly, "Go and tell Captain Rowan to come to my tent after lunch."

"Yes sir." The farmer replied respectfully and left the tent.

Kant ate his lunch with a wooden spoon.

The white bread is fluffy and delicious, and the butler of the Lion Castle provided him with the best food before leaving. The same is true of those black peppers. As a noble, Kant, even if he is exiled, also represents the blood and honor of Cameron, the Duke of Lions.

A baron is always a baron, with the decency he deserves.

At least now Kant doesn't have to worry about bad food. Compared to those cavalry and peasants, he eats quite well.

"Unfortunately, I won't be able to eat it in the future."

Using white bread to sip the last bit of soup clean in his mouth, Kant chewed and swallowed.

It was exactly ten minutes for lunch.

He heard footsteps outside the tent, and the leather boots smashed the slightly dry surface of the sand, sinking into the dullness of the dunes.

Obviously, Rowan is here.

"Lord Baron, I heard that you are looking for me?"

Captain Rowan's voice appeared outside the tent, with a bit of respect, but also a bit of impatience.

"Come in." Kant's voice was calm, and he didn't seem to notice it.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, Rowan bent down and got in, looked at Kant, with a few smiles on his face: "Lord Baron, we are about to arrive at the sentry oasis, do you have any other arrangements?"

But before Kant could answer, he continued: "If there is no problem, we will leave."

"leave?"

Kant seemed a little puzzled, looked at Rowan and asked, "Shouldn't we go to the sentry oasis?"

With the destination in sight, Rowan has no patience to continue trudging in this harsh desert, and he is equally impatient to accompany the exiled baron to continue taking office.

What's more, as the captain of the cavalry, Rowan has experienced many wars, how can he not understand?

"My lord, my cavalry can't wait."

He took a deep look at Kant and said in a normal tone: "I will ask you for them. If we can, we hope to get some drinking water, and we will start the return journey now."

This is a request for determination, not a request for discussion.

Almost rude.

It also represents the current attitude of Rowan and those cavalry, which is almost out of control!

"Of course, if you want."

To Rowan's surprise, Kant nodded happily and thanked: "This journey also depends on your protection, which is worthy of gratitude."

"This is what we should do." Rowan nodded with a smile.

But then, Kant's words changed his face: "It's just our water, not much."