Even in this world, the basic scientific views still exist.
Eat, drink, sleep.
Exercise, work, rest.
But right in front of Kant, something that puzzled and shocked him happened.
This large-scale wolf man tribe was not located next to an oasis with abundant water resources at all. Instead, it was directly in the desert and could reproduce for a long time, which made Kant's eyes widen.
He couldn't help pursing his lips, and said in a low voice, "Maybe there is water around?"
"No, there isn't any water."
The desert robber shook his head, not agreeing with Kant's statement.
Looking around at the surrounding sand dunes, he said in a solemn tone: "If there is sufficient groundwater here, some drought-resistant plants will definitely grow, but if you look closely, you can find that there is nothing here."
There is nothing but sand, sand all over the sky.
Kant narrowed his eyes slightly.
"But how did these gnoll tribes survive?" He said with a serious tone.
The desert bandit shook his head: "I don't know."
"They can't eat some sand, so they can replenish fresh water?"
Kant's face was gloomy, and there were a large number of tents in front of him in a mess, including a large number of gnolls, which made his face extremely ugly. This was the power that could easily destroy his still young "Dherim".
Taking a deep breath, Kant forcibly suppressed his emotions: "They definitely have a source of water."
Yes, there is water.
Kant was sure.
If there is no water source, these gnolls will never establish a tribe here.
No one wants to die.
Even if these jackals were still in the primitive tribe period.
"Look, they're cooking."
The desert bandit opened his mouth, which caught Kant's attention.
It was dusk, and it was time for dinner, and these jackals were no exception.
Many old Jackals emerged from each tent.
With the cooperation of the female wolf man, he took pieces of torn air-dried meat and began to distribute them to the surrounding wolf men. Obviously, it was still owned by the tribe, and even the food was distributed by the tribe.
Including the most precious fresh water in the desert.
But this time the fresh water came from the very center of the entire tribe.
It was a huge tent, which was five times larger than other Gnoll tents. It was like a traditional house, supported and tied with various kinds of wood, and it also had a rough aesthetic feeling.
"The tent of the chief gnoll?"
Kant narrowed his eyes slightly, and apparently recognized the background of the largest tent in the center.
This made the doubts in his heart more intense.
Then he found that there was an old wolf man walking out with a wooden stick. Even though the sand dune where he was located was hundreds of meters away from the center of the wolf man tribe, he still felt a kind of palpitation in his chest.
"This old jackal looks very dangerous."
The desert robbers also felt this way, and couldn't help but said to Kant: "It makes people feel a sense of fear."
"Yeah." Kant nodded, frowning: "Keep quiet, they can't find us."
At the big tent in the center, it seemed that the old wolf man had said something, and the wolf men in the entire tribe began to gather and lined up in a winding queue.
Among them are gnolls who bite and fight each other because of their ferocious nature.
But immediately after, a stronger Gnoll came out of the big tent.
"Chief Gnoll."
Kant was familiar with the works of scholars, and instantly thought of the identity of this strong wolf man.
This strong jackal was wearing an ill-fitting chain mail, which seemed to be ripped off from a human body, and it could barely cover his upper body.
The lower body is made of two other sets of chain mail.
Of course, there was also the outermost linen robe, which covered the traces of the chain mail on his body, and gave this strong Jackal chief a sense of strength and deterrence.
At the same time, there is also a two-handed heavy ax in his hand, which is different from other jackals.
Ten years ago, during the conquest of the Principality of Lions, several powerful gnoll tribes were wiped out. The leader of the gnoll chieftain was generally dressed like this, and Kant also had some impressions of this.
But thinking of the books he read at the beginning, Kant's thinking paused for an instant.
He thought of a record he had seen.
"That old Gnoll... turned out to be a Gnoll Shaman who can release witchcraft?"
Kant's eyes widened slightly.
At the big tent, the old jackal with a wooden stick was indeed integrated with the records in the book he remembered, because in his eyes, it was too clear.
Moreover, only the gnoll shaman who can release witchcraft is eligible to be in the same tent as the gnoll chief.
"This is more troublesome."
Gritting his teeth slowly, Kant smiled wryly.
Although there are not many spellcasters in this world, they are definitely not easy to mess with.
For example, when the scholars of the Lion Principality recorded the Gnoll Shaman they encountered ten years ago, they directly marked the message "We must focus on attacking this target and ensure that it is killed in the shortest possible time."
Because this kind of wolf man shaman really has the spells he has mastered.
For example, the bloodthirsty technique that can make people forget about pain and only know about killing.
A rage technique that makes people become irritable and has a high killing intent.
Even the stone skin technique that makes the skin as hard as stone.
These are the forte of Gnoll Shaman.
In fact, during the conquest of the Lion Principality ten years ago, whenever they encountered a tribe with a wolf man shaman, they had to pay a certain amount of casualties in order to defeat the tribe.
This is a standard regular army including infantry, cavalry, archers, and even accompanying mages.
If Kant's troops were allowed to attack this tribe, even if the number of the wolf man tribe was about the same as Kant's troops, adding a wolf man shaman would have extremely bad consequences.
This is the advantage of the caster.
"Their water is coming out!"
The desert bandit exclaimed, interrupting Kant's meditation.
Kant frowned and stared. Just in front of the big tent, there was a jackal holding an old clay pot, gulping down water, and after drinking, handed the pot to the next one, and walked to the side by himself.
And the same goes for the next Jackal.
One after another, the entire Gnoll tribe began to replenish fresh water during this period.
"In that big tent, there is a well!"
The desert robbers looked at each other, and they all saw the affirmation in each other's eyes.
And Kant also nodded, frowned and said: "There is indeed a well. I really didn't expect that their tribe found a desert with a well. No wonder it developed so well."
"If there are wells, then there is abundant groundwater."
The desert bandit also had a look of surprise on his face: "But why is the surrounding vegetation so sparse?"
Not just loose issues, but none at all!
Kant frowned, also not knowing how to explain this question.
Exhaling slowly, he told the desert robbers behind him, "We can go back now."
The task of investigation is completed.
It's just the result, which is a bit unacceptable.
Kant thought that this gnoll tribe was no different from the previous gnoll tribe in the sentry oasis, but now looking at the number of gnolls at least 2,500, his heart cooled down.
That's an overwhelming amount.
"Think long term."
Kant gritted his teeth and comforted himself.
At the very least, he still has time to reschedule.
If it is really impossible to fight against so many gnolls, then it is not impossible to decisively abandon the sentry oasis and retreat back to the Samvaya Mountains, especially Kant and 65 Swadian infantry, which are enough to cope with the complex mountain environment.
It's just that Kant couldn't bear to leave this desert.
After all, this is where he plans to develop well!
"My lord, maybe we can continue to move towards the depths of the desert."
But a desert robber put forward his own opinion.
He looked at the depths of the Nalun Desert, with a solemn face: "It seems that there is something in the depths of the Nalun Desert. Look at the traces left by these jackals walking on the desert. , should lead somewhere deep.”
(end of this chapter)