After Mond subdued the blood-eyed black tiger, he continued to listen to the reports from his subordinates.
"You mean to say that now, every time a caravan of the Blood Sabre Merchants sets out, there are a thousand elite gnoll cavalrymen following behind it?"
"Yes, sir!"
The wolf cavalry soldier looked at Mond with admiration and respect, and continued to speak.
"Besides, sir, their caravans are much smaller now!"
"Basically, each resident branch only sends out one caravan!"
"Do your best to protect this caravan!"
"If there is no garrison branch with sufficient strength, we will connect several neighboring garrisons together and develop together!"
Mond nodded, knowing that the Blood Knife Merchant Group was indeed cunning and treacherous. After suffering heavy casualties, they began to shrink their defenses.
Waiting for your flaws to be exposed.
The old magician Norman was also thinking about the next plan.
Just then, another wolf cavalry soldier rushed over.
This wolf cavalry soldier looked a little anxious, as if he had heard some very important news.
Mond smiled and said, "Don't worry, something happened!"
When the warrior saw Mond's gentle smile, his expression immediately relaxed and he walked forward respectfully.
Norman watched from the side and admired Mond's methods very much.
Mond's patience with his subordinates is always unexpectedly good.
The wolf cavalry soldier said respectfully and steadily: "Sir, the Blood Knife Merchant Group is on the killer list of the Blood Soaked Land!"
"The price is one million first-grade Originium. I'm offering a reward for your... your life!"
The wolf rider said this with great trepidation, fearing that his words would offend Mond in the slightest.
After listening to this, Mond smiled faintly: "One million first-grade source stones, that is ten thousand third-grade source stones!"
"This is a very high price on the entire killer list!"
The wolf rider, seeing that Mond didn't seem to mind, replied earnestly, "Yes, sir!"
"Your bounty price is now second only to the leaders of all the major forces!"
Mond laughed loudly: "Hahaha, not bad, not bad!"
"The Blood Knife Merchants have set such a high bounty price for me, which means that we are a sufficient threat!"
"And we finally have a place in this blood-soaked land!"
When Norman heard the news, he raised his eyebrows and said to Mond: "Sir, with such a high reward, I'm afraid we will be targeted by many assassins!"
Mond chuckled contemptuously: "What is the killer afraid of!"
"If any assassin comes, he can kill me!"
"Then why are we still talking about fighting back?"
The old magician shuddered.
He knew what Mond's last words meant.
Kill it back!
Fight back to the place where demons are sealed!
It turns out that in the minds of adults, this sentence is not just talk.
Mond naturally had no idea what the old magician was thinking.
He thought about it for a moment and asked directly, "Old man, where is the nearest oasis with a branch of the Blood Knife Merchant Corps?"
"Hmm? Ah, oh!"
Norman was a little absent-minded, and only reacted when he heard Mond's question.
Seeing this confidant with whom he had been all the way, Mond couldn't help but ask, "Old man, are you too tired?"
"Why don't you take a rest?"
"These are just small things now!"
Norman shook his head: "Thank you for your concern!"
"The closest oasis to us, with a branch of the Blood Blade Merchant Corps, is the Gravel Oasis!"
"Gravel Oasis?!"
Mond repeated the sentence, and then continued to ask: "Do you have more detailed information about the Blood Knife Merchant Group branch in the oasis?"
Norman frowned slightly and said, "I know they sent out a caravan recently!"
"That caravan is also guarded by a thousand elite gnoll warriors!"
"And there are two thousand desert warriors!"
Mond nodded: "Well, I'm asking how many warriors are left in the Blood Blade Merchant Corps' branch in the Gravel Oasis!"
"And the level of the fighters in their branch?"
Norman's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with surprise and excitement: "Sir, what do you mean?"
"Could it be... Could it be that you want to wipe out this branch directly?"
Mond nodded: "It's time!"
"After training for so long, we still need the experience of blood and fire to grow up!"
Norman was very shocked at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it was just as Mond said. They had enough troops and strength to take action against the Blood Knife Merchant Corps’ local branch.
There are currently 2,600 fighters.
Among them there are a lot of barbarians and werewolf warriors.
These fighters are extremely powerful. As the backbone of the team, their strength should not be underestimated.
Thinking of this, the old magician Norman became excited again.
His eyes also revealed an extremely strong ambition.
"Sir, you are right, we can indeed give it a try!"
Mond saw that Norman understood, smiled slightly, and then ordered: "Pass the order!"
"All troops, assemble and charge towards the Gravel Oasis!"
"Yes, sir!"
Norman and his two wolf cavalry men shouted.
There was a lot of excitement in their eyes.
Mond's spirit and the bravery he showed at this moment made their hearts excited.
Ye Fan also laughed while inside the Soul-Slaying Sword.
As long as we can destroy the branch of Gravel Oasis, we can absorb a lot of the origin of the laws and evolution points.
Mond's order was quickly passed on.
Murderous intent began to appear in the eyes of all the soldiers.
Half a month of training and rich meals made each of them develop very strong muscles.
Their eyes were filled with murderous intent.
They are eager to establish their achievements through killing and blood.
Mond looked at the nearly 2,700 spirited warriors of various races, and his heart was filled with ambition and pride.
"Everyone get ready, let's go!"
Swish, swish, swish—
Everyone climbed onto the backs of the earth lizards, followed closely by Mond's blood-eyed black tiger, and rushed out of the Bloodstone Canyon.
Outside, above the wasteland, the sky was clear.
Mond and all the warriors disappeared quietly at the end of the horizon.
Wolf riders, spread out.
On the one hand, be alert to your surroundings, and on the other hand, identify the direction ahead.
After an hour's rapid march, the gravel oasis came into view.
Mond stretched out his hand and signaled all the troops behind him to stop and rest.
He called over a wolf cavalry soldier who was familiar with the route and briefly briefed him on the situation in the gravel camp.
The troops behind also rested for half an hour.