The Salander Desert is a vast sand sea with an area of more than 3 million square kilometers in the southern part of the Calradia continent.

The heat of the day, the cold of the night, and the sandstorms that devour everything like the maws of demons. Food and water are so scarce that everything a person needs is hardly replenished. And the bandits of the desert, who plunder all caravans and travelers in their way. Combined, these factors make the desert a burial ground for outsiders, one of the deadliest areas of Calradia.

The bones that occasionally emerge from under the sand dunes and the wreckage of the wagons piled with gravel are all reminders of the creatures who come to this desert that this is an abyss that devours life, a veritable place of death!

Of course, if you're like Baron von Byron and have the money to buy dozens of large camels to form your own fleet of Desert Arks, hire a whole team of local guides, stock up on supplies for 500 men for a month, and bring 150 strong cavalry troops of heavily armed mercenaries and Swadia heavy cavalry, then don't worry too much about the dangers, just pick a target and set off.

It had been two and a half weeks since they crossed the border in Swadia into Salander, and they had not encountered any other supply points other than a sentry on the desert beach and a nearby hamlet. Even if no one died or was left behind, the supplies were still sufficient, and Byron couldn't stand it anymore.

He had watched some documentaries, survival shows, seen the desert on screen, and knew its horror before coming into this world.

But when he came here, he found out that it was worse than he had imagined.

His ranks were not small, including cavalry, infantry on horseback, guides with camels, and herds of camels that he had spent a lot of money on, all of which were native to Salander. The team moved, and when you looked back from the front, you couldn't see the edge.

But he found that after actually entering the desert, his team was like a small boat in the ocean, small and inconspicuous.

There was a sandstorm when they were camping and resting, and it was so big that even the guides were so anxious that they screamed.

The sand was flowing, the earth was trembling, the sand was flying and enveloping the sky, and the towering sand dunes were blown away in the storm. Byron was lying in a bunker, wrapped in the linen used for his tent, his eyes closed, listening to the howl of the wind, and feeling the high-speed flying sand lapping against his body.

When the sandstorm passed, he crawled out of the sand. The entire camp was buried by a sandstorm, and all the people were sunk in the sand to varying degrees.

Luckily, no one was hurt, except for a few horses and a camel.

However, this still cast a shadow on many northern soldiers who had never seen the desert, and the morale of Byron's troops plummeted. A lot of people were complaining about why he didn't pick a good place to go, but instead had to pass it straight through this damn desert.

In fact, the road that Byron is taking now is not the main transportation route in Salander, and the best way to take is to go south after coming out of the border, passing through the rich and prosperous, and it is also the only green city in the Salander Sultanate that is not located in the middle of the desert, and the capital of the Sultanate, Sharez City. Here they can replenish their supplies and buy special products, and then travel to other villages and towns along the trade routes, which are oasis land with smooth roads and abundant water and grass.

In that way, Byron might have arrived some time late, but the wealthy man and his loyal soldiers would have had a good time along the way, enjoying good food, dates, Salander wine, and even slave beauties found only in this land.

Unfortunately, Byron couldn't enjoy it. Neither his identity, nor his purpose, allowed him to do so.

Byron's team now carried the Peony Banner, the kind used by the Peony mercenaries without much decoration, intertwined with bright red peony flowers and thorny weeds. The reason they used when they entered the country was also to carry out the task of the Peony mercenaries. This was the only way to allow such a large armed force to enter the country, and only these reputable mercenary groups would be able to move more freely within the sovereign state after paying huge taxes.

If they find Byron and find a serious baron of Swadia entering his own territory with a team of hundreds of people, even if the relationship between the two sides is still relatively peaceful, it will cause big trouble! Without formal diplomatic credentials, Byron can't say he's here for tourism, right?

Another problem was where Byron was going, not any of the villages or cities that could be found on the map. In Saland, it is a mysterious stronghold known only to elite mercenaries and robbers. And beyond Salander, there is a legend.

"Sabah, the last stronghold of the Assasins, I read it in books, but I didn't expect it to exist."

Byron licked his somewhat dry lips, looked at Kenrad on the side, and took out the water bag from the package on horseback, hoping that the story he told would lift his spirits.

"They have been holding on to their own set of beliefs for a long time, and they had already formed their own sect before the birth of the Kallad Empire. Al-Sabah, the founder of their rule, advocated the use of assassination and poisoning to deter those who disobeyed them. Kings and nobles ruled over the people, and they ruled the powerful in these ways. For hundreds of years, they did well. When I was still enslaved by Chief Salander, an old man who was one of their followers told me that at the height of the sect, no powerful or rich man in the desert kingdom could sleep peacefully, and Assasin ruled the whole country in the shadows. ”

"It sounds great, but it looks like they're not doing as well as they used to."

Byron nodded, and Kenrad's description reminded him of the story of the old man in the mountain, and the two sides did something very similar.

"That's right, they're on the sidelines."

Kenrad pursed his lips and nodded in agreement.

"Their stronghold has been ruined for a long time, and the Sultan of Salander has also regarded them as heretical, and now they have only one stronghold like Sabah, and they have to rule in alliance with the locals. If it weren't for my mercenary group making a name for itself in Salander, I wouldn't have known how to find this place. ”

When Kenrad finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, and Byron followed his line of sight, and a large patch of green immediately attracted him.

It is a large oasis with rivers flowing through the middle of the oasis and aggregating to form a lake of 10,000 square meters.

Wherever rivers and lakes are frequent, date palms flourish, and drought-tolerant plants are scattered around them, making it easy to see signs of artificial transplanting.

In the heart of the oasis stands a fortress of rock and clumps of sand, and the streets stretch outward, dotted with desert-style huts.

"They can also train high-level killers and assassins, but now they train more elite mercenaries and slave soldiers, and they are very close to the bandit gangs all over Salander, and there are a lot of people who can kill people here. In other words, it's the biggest and best mercenary market in Calradia. You asked me where I could find good soldiers. Now, I have the answer for you. ”

Kenrad very solemnly introduced this place to Byron, and Byron himself looked at the cavalry and scimitar-armed infantry units that were moving around the oasis, and nodded at him with great satisfaction.

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