Lord of the Oasis

Squinting slightly, Kant's eyes were a little strange.

Gnolls belong to a despicable and low-level race, an uncivilized tribe that has no civilization, how can there be more than 30 standard combat soldiers wearing iron armor and holding two-handed tomahawks.

Looking at the layers of chain mail and the two-handed tomahawk with cold light, it is obviously not an inferior product.

It was at least a few grades higher than the chain armor worn by Kant and the Gnoll Chieftain, and the two-handed battle axe used as a weapon.

This is exactly what Kant doubts.

It is really strange that there are 30 chiefs no less than gnolls in this salt mine.

"They found us."

Riding a war horse, Fatis looked at the group of gnolls below, and his right hand was already holding the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Kant also looked at him coldly.

But he didn't give any orders, his eyes swept across the figures of the gnolls, his eyes narrowed, and he frowned instead: "Look at these gnolls, is there a strange guy?"

"Strange guy?" Fatis frowned.

The gnolls below looked very strange compared to the gnoll tribes that had been destroyed before.

The ruthless and irrational gnoll actually carried a huge sack like a miner, bowing his head and acting under the scolding of his companions who were wearing chainmail and holding two-handed tomahawks.

The weapon in his hand is not a common mace.

Rather, it is a thicker, longer pole weapon.

No, it shouldn't be counted as a weapon, it's just a tool cut from a long wooden pole, similar to a rake, and at a glance, it is a tool used to collect raw coarse salt.

But Fatis' eyes narrowed slightly.

He did spot some strange... gnoll.

"That's right, that's the one." Kant said in a calm tone.

Fatis has no interface. He knows his lord, and he hasn't finished speaking yet.

"Let me take a closer look, um, in a linen robe."

Kant continued to speak, his tone was still calm: "It still looks like fine linen. The style and material, according to the color, should be similar to the linen robe used for sunshade in my room."

"Yeah, very similar." Fatis nodded.

Kant chuckled and asked lightly, "Fatis, do you think this is strange?"

"Very strange," Fatis replied.

"I think it's weird too."

Kant squinted his eyes: "A group of lowly and lowly gnolls, wearing chain mail and holding two-handed tomahawks in their hands, this is actually nothing, but why does a gnoll appear, dressed decently?"

"Like us." Fatis said, cutting into the main point.

"Yeah." Kant lowered his head and chuckled: "The main thing is that they occupied my salt mine." When he raised his head, his eyes were already filled with murderous intent: "Leaded by Fatis, Swadian heavy cavalry is ready. full."

Although the voice was not loud, it was Kant's order.

"Understood." Fatis replied solemnly.

The 46 Swadian heavy cavalry who were already ready behind them were already in two rows on the dunes.

The weight of the armored warhorse and the fully armored rider made the hoofs sink into the top of the dune, but the soft sand could not hinder their charge, nor could they be the protection of the gnolls.

At the same time, Kant stretched out his hand and handed [Deterring the Enemy] to Fatis.

"You can use this." Kant said.

"Thank you very much, Lord Kant." Fatis nodded, and without refusing, he directly stretched out his hand to take the mighty banner of the golden lion on a red background, which is called making the best use of everything.

The 500-meter range of influence isn't actually that big.

Kant stood on the dune, waiting for Fatis to charge down with the Swadian heavy cavalry, and the area of ​​influence was close to the border.

In order to win,

Fatis will not refuse.

At the same time, on Kant's retina, the system dialog box popped up.

[Ding... Temporary task release]

[Temporary Mission: Capture the Salt Mine]

[Quest Reward: Dromedary Camel × 10 Heads]

[Introduction: This is the saline-alkali land formed by the drying up of the lake. The precious materials bestowed on the desert by God are also precious treasures bestowed on you. Now you plan to seize it in the hands of the gnolls. 】

Sure enough, it is a temporary task of the system.

Kant is already familiar with this task, and it feels like a task that is linked together.

There is a professional term, running ring.

Shaking his head slightly, Kant couldn't help but chuckle, whatever, as long as he could get the reward, everything would be fine.

The current self is still too weak.

The sound of fighting came.

Kant looked down at the edge of the salt mine at the bottom of the dune.

30 gnolls wearing chainmail, trying to block 46 heavy cavalry with horses and armour, was like a mantis blocking a car, easily pierced by a 3-meter long spear, and stabbed to death in the saline-alkali land superior.

The standard equipment of the Swadian heavy cavalry is not only the chain armor worn all over the body, but also the sharp 3-meter spear when charging.

After dealing with the armored gnolls, the gnolls holding the long wooden poles did not dare to continue to resist.

[The power of deterring the enemy] A circle of waves spread out.

Fear and cowardice appeared in the hearts of these gnolls, causing their morale to collapse, turning around and running away.

But soon, all the scattered heavy cavalry were stabbed to death on the sand.

"Let's go, let's go."

Kant spoke, and the horse slowly walked down the hill.

The Swadian light infantrymen behind him, holding fan-shaped shields and Germanic swords, guarded cautiously beside him, strode away and followed quickly.

[Ding... After your unremitting efforts, the enemy was defeated. 】

[Temporary mission: "Capturing the Salt Mine" completed. 】

[Reward: Dromedary Camel × 10 Heads]

[Introduction: Salt is an indispensable condiment in life, but it is also a luxury only owned by aristocratic banquets. This white flower material represents the wealth that makes people smoke. Now it belongs to you. 】

A system dialog pops up.

Kant scanned the presentation on his retina, and the card representing the 10 dromedaries came to mind.

This reward is good.

Kant expressed his gratification. After all, the most efficient means of transportation in the desert, or the most trustworthy means of carrying goods, are these camels, which are called desert ships.

Especially these dromedary camels.

On earth, these dromedary camels are used as freight vehicles, making great contributions to the caravan crossing the vast sand sea.

Deserts deny the survival of many livestock.

But not for camels.

Thirst resistance, heat resistance, cold resistance, and ability to withstand sandstorms are all advantages of camels.

For Kant, with the existence of these 10 camels, it will be more convenient to transport goods in the desert in the future, which is much stronger than the horses and carriages that are more suitable for the plains.

Go down the dunes.

Kant rode on his horse.

The edge of the saline-alkali land still smells of blood.

Even the heavy cavalry that came over on horseback had a lot of blood spattered.

They made a charge on the sand dunes and directly killed the 30 gnolls who dared to resist. The blood was not filthy, but a medal worth boasting about.

But Kant didn't speak.

Five Swadian heavy cavalry on foot came forward, followed by Fatis.

"Lord Kant, capture it alive." Fatis reported.

Kant tilted his head slightly.

The strange gnoll I saw on the sand dunes before was walking behind Fatis with his head down.

The movements are very honest, unlike the gnolls that Kant had captured before.

Perhaps this was due to the fact that the five heavy cavalrymen who followed on foot had already taken off the mace hanging from their waists, and held it in their hands to smash the head of this gnoll at any time and burst their brains.

"Good job."

Kant praised Fatis.

Then looking at the gnoll wearing a linen robe and behaving strangely, he asked with a little interest, "Hey, do you understand the common language of mankind?"

"Of course." The jackal in front of him raised his head slightly, then lowered his head: "I understand a little bit."

PS: I plan to ask for a recommendation ticket, it's free anyway. In other words, the strange things that were absorbed before will be spit out by the system, and there are lottery draws... But, um, Shurima's idea, you guessed it right...

PS: Thanks to "A Silly Doudou in Qianshan" for the 100 starting point coins ~ Thank you for "A Quiet Kiss in the Rain?" wangvvv" for the 500 starting point coins rewarded by him~Thanks for the 100 starting point coins rewarded by "Wordless Bookworm"~Thanks to "Wu Hao 1996" for the personally rewarded 500 starting point coins~