The light at dusk is still struggling, barely able to see clearly.
Kant frowned slightly.
His heart beat faster with his emotions.
"This is really interesting."
Kant spoke with a bit of coldness in his eyes.
To the north of the messy wolf man tribe, on the flat sandy ground, traces of long snake-like lines can be clearly seen, stretching crookedly along the sand dunes towards the depths of the desert.
This long snake-like graph line is clearly visible.
Because its own color is slightly darker, it is obvious that it has been stepped on for a long time, and the sand has solidified and hardened.
"It was stepped on by the jackal."
The desert bandit opened his mouth, frowning in the same way.
The jackals in the primitive tribal era had no concept of roads.
But they are the ones who can step on a road in this desert. Obviously, there are some reasons that make them have to do this, and they have to trample back and forth for a long time until they form this crooked primitive road.
"But why do they go to the north?" This is Kant's doubt.
The desert bandit pondered, raised his head and said solemnly: "This means that it is their daily task."
"Daily tasks?"
Kant frowned. To him, this vocabulary was somewhat similar to the tasks issued by the system.
"Just like a daily hunt."
The desert robber explained, but his face became more solemn: "And I think that there may be the salt mine we are looking for. It is occupied by this group of jackals, and they mine coarse salt every day."
"This is your speculation." Kant frowned: "It's a bit ridiculous."
Gnolls are just a race of primitive tribes, and mining salt mines has no effect on them.
Salt is a seasoning.
However, it is also a commodity, and it is more of a luxury in the Lion Principality.
Kant did not agree with the words of the desert robber at all.
Because to him, even if these gnolls mined the coarse salt, there were no merchants in the Lion Principality closest to this place to buy it. of salt.
If the nobles of the Lion Principality really know that there are salt mines here.
It is estimated that they will fight hard, and they will organize a truly elite army to slaughter the entire Nalun Desert.
Kant understood their greed quite well.
So Kant frowned, shook his head at the desert bandit in disbelief, and said, "It's impossible that these ferocious and primitive gnolls can mine a large amount of coarse salt, and then treat these things as goods and sell them all, right?"
Who doesn't know the ferocious nature of the wolf man, he has no sense at all, and is more like a beast.
This kind of guessing seemed like a joke to Kant!
"My lord, this is very possible."
The desert bandit's face remained unchanged, his expression still solemn.
This serious look made Kant's brows furrowed even more. It was impossible for the system's troops to betray him.
Taking a deep breath, Kant said, "Reason."
The desert robber immediately replied: "It's very simple, my lord, look over there, there are those clay pots used by wolf men to drink water. If nothing else, you will find them very familiar."
"Yeah." Kant squinted and nodded slightly.
Even though it was far away, he could still recognize the clay pot that held the water that the gnolls drank.
The black appearance should be severely worn, as if it has been placed in the desert for a long time, and the mouth of the clay pot is slightly broken. This is equivalent to useless garbage in the Lion Principality, which is rich in pottery, and even ordinary people don't bother to pick it up.
"It's this kind of pottery pot. Carefully distinguish it. There are many in the entire wolf man tribe."
The desert bandit spoke with a more solemn tone: "There are always so many clay pots around those random tents, and I don't think they are tools used by these gnolls to hold water or hold anything."
Kant remained silent, his eyes serious.
He stared at this large wolf man tribe, but his heart was no longer at peace.
"Is this true?" Kant said slowly.
It seems that he is asking, but he is confirming the authenticity of this matter. Kant has already understood it.
"It's true." The desert bandit nodded.
At the same time, he continued to say to Kant: "The wolf man in the sentry oasis is definitely related to this place!"
His tone was quite certain.
"That's right." Kant nodded with a slight bitterness on his face, "That's true."
It can be seen from the night raid.
These jackals were the reinforcements they were looking for in this big tribe.
If the two wolf man tribes had no connection at all, then there would never be any wolf man from this big tribe organizing a mighty force to attack the sentry oasis brazenly.
Close your eyes slightly.
Kant lowered his head and pondered, the thoughts in his mind turned rapidly.
The situation is getting worse.
For him, it has reached a more dangerous point, and even the development of the sentry oasis and the establishment of the real "Dherim" have begun to become a little uncertain.
Because his heart was shaken.
A large tribe of Gnolls has developed.
A salt mine occupied by this large tribe of gnolls.
It almost made Kant wonder what to do.
He only has a small existence, more than 60 people, how can he resist this wolf man tribe
It's like a mantis holding a cart.
"But what can we do?"
Kant opened his eyes with a bitter smile.
The desert robbers were silent at the same time, and they didn't know how to answer Kant, the lord's question.
Their strength is really too weak.
Kant nodded slowly, with a gloomy face: "We should deal with all this seriously. If we don't want to die miserably in this Nalun Desert, we must make the necessary preparations."
He came to the Nalun Desert, not to die.
Clenching his fist slightly, Kant regained his mentality.
"Let's go and take a look along that road."
Kant turned his head and told the desert robbers, "At least I want to know if there is a real salt mine there."
"Understood." The desert robbers nodded.
There were indeed a lot of gnolls, but this night attack did not directly crush Kant to death. Instead, hundreds of corpses were left behind. They left the sentry oasis in despair, and were even chased by him to his hometown with his cavalry. .
Thinking about it carefully, Kant can also be sure that the fighting power of these gnolls is actually not strong.
Although they are ferocious and physically stronger than ordinary humans, they do not have excellent tactics, let alone weapons that can effectively kill enemies, including armor that can protect their bodies.
Peasants from Swadia, these 0-level units, can compete with them.
The combination of level 1 and level 2 arms can overwhelm the same number of gnolls.
Why should Kant be afraid
"let's go!"
Kicking the horse's belly, Kant galloped quickly between the sand dunes.
The six desert robbers also shook the reins, and galloped closely behind him.
"Complete system tasks and get more advanced arms."
Kant silently made up his mind.
He was sure that if he had 100 fully-armed Swadian knights, this unit from the system known as the land king, he would dare to attack even this large wolf man tribe.
And the final winner still belongs to him.
Along the sandy road trampled by the gnolls, their speed was very fast.
The evening light eventually fades away.
A bright moon and a bright galaxy appeared in the sky.
The temperature of the dry air also began to drop suddenly, making Kant and the others who rode forward feel a chill.
Putting on the woolen sweaters prepared in advance, they continued to move forward.
In the desert, sometimes it is a wise choice to start a journey at night, because compared with the brutal temperature during the day and the large amount of water consumed, the cold at night can actually be solved by paying attention to keeping warm.
Kant and the others made the decision to move on at night because of this.
time passed.
The moon has also reached the middle of the sky, and the shining disc seems to be an extremely moving silver.
The temperature was getting colder, and Kant's face felt a little stiff.
"Everyone."
He opened his mouth and exhaled hot air, but reached out to rein in the horse's reins, and at the same time raised his right hand: "Stop moving forward."
The six desert robbers behind him immediately reined in the desert horse under their crotch.
"My lord, what happened?"
When they opened their mouths, they all carried the mist formed by the heat in the low temperature.
However, they soon discovered the reason for Kant's request to stop advancing, and each of them stretched out their hands stiffly, and directly took out the spears tied to their backs, all of them with solemn expressions.
There are enemies.
(end of this chapter)