The light of dusk was still struggling, and it was barely possible to see it really.

Kant frowned slightly.

His heart, however, beat faster with his emotions.

"It's so much fun."

Kant spoke, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

To the north of the chaotic gnoll tribe, on the flat sand, long serpentine traces could be clearly seen, stretching crookedly along the sand dunes towards the deeper part of the desert.

This long serpentine line is clearly visible.

Because its own color is slightly darker, it is obvious that after a long time of pedaling, the sand has solidified.

"It was the Gnoll who stepped on it."

The desert bandit spoke, his brow furrowed as well.

The gnolls in the primitive tribal era had no concept of a road.

But it was they who were able to tread a path in this desert, apparently for some reason, so that they had to do so, and they trampled back and forth for a long time, until this crooked primitive road was formed.

"But why did they go north?" This is Kant's doubt.

The desert bandits pondered, looked up and said with some solemnity: "This means that it is their daily task. ”

"Daily tasks?"

Kant frowned, a term that for him was somewhat similar to the task issued by the system.

"It's like a daily hunt."

The desert bandit explained, but his face became more and more solemn: "And I think that it may be the salt mine we are looking for, occupied by this group of gnolls, who mine coarse salt every day. ”

"That's your speculation." Kant frowned: "It's a bit ridiculous. ”

The gnolls are only a race of primitive tribes, and the mining of salt mines has no effect on them at all.

Salt is a condiment.

However, it is also a commodity, and it is more equivalent to a luxury in the Lion Principality.

Kant did not agree with the words of this desert bandit at all.

Because for him, even if these gnolls mined this coarse salt, there were no merchants in the nearest Lion Duchy to buy it, and in the Lion Duchy, there was no salt from the Narun Desert.

If the nobles of the Lion Principality really know that there are salt mines here.

It is estimated that if the head is broken, a truly elite army will be organized to slaughter the entire Narun Desert.

Kant knew quite a bit about their greed.

So Kant frowned, shook his head at the desert bandit with some disbelief: "It can't be that these ferocious and primitive gnolls can mine a large amount of coarse salt, and then sell all these things as goods, right?" ”

Who doesn't know the ferocious nature of the jackals, they don't have the slightest sense at all, and they are more akin to beasts.

This kind of speculation seems to Kant as a joke!

"My lord, this is very possible."

The desert bandit's face remained unchanged, and his expression remained solemn.

This serious appearance made Kant's brows furrow even more, and it was impossible for the troops of the system to betray him.

Taking a deep breath, Kant said, "Reason." ”

The desert bandit replied at once, "Quite simply, my lord, look over there, the clay pots that the gnolls use to drink water, if nothing else, you will feel familiar. ”

"Hmm." Kant squinted and nodded slightly.

Even from a distance, he could still make out the clay pot that was drinking from the gnolls.

The black exterior should be very badly worn, as if it had been placed in the desert for a long time, and the mouth of the clay pot was slightly broken, which was equivalent to useless garbage in the lion principality rich in pottery, and even the common people did not bother to pick it up.

"It's this kind of clay pot, if you distinguish it carefully, there are many of them in the entire gnoll tribe."

The desert bandit spoke, his tone becoming more and more solemn: "There are always so many clay pots around those tents that have been set up haphazardly, and I don't think they are the tools that these gnolls use to hold water or anything. ”

Kant was silent, his eyes solemn.

He stared at the large tribe of gnolls, but his heart was no longer at peace.

"Is this true?" Kant spoke slowly.

As if asking, but confirming the truth of the matter, Kant has suddenly understood.

"It's true." The desert bandit nodded.

At the same time, he continued to say to Kant: "And the gnolls of the sentry oasis are definitely related here! ”

His tone was quite affirmative.

"yes." Kant's face was slightly bitter, and he nodded: "That's true. ”

You can see it from the night raid.

These gnolls are the reinforcements that this big tribe is looking for.

If these two gnoll tribes have no connection, then there will definitely be no gnolls from this big tribe who will organize a force and brazenly kill the sentry oasis.

Close your eyes slightly.

Kant bowed his head in contemplation, and the thoughts in his mind turned rapidly.

The situation is getting worse and worse.

For him, it had reached an even more dangerous point, and even the development of the sentry oasis and the establishment of a real "Deherim" began to become a little uncertain.

Because his heart was shaken.

A large tribe of gnolls that have developed.

A salt mine occupied by this large tribe of gnolls.

Kant almost didn't know what to do.

He only has a small existence, more than 60 people, how can he resist this gnoll tribe?

It's like a mantis arm as a car.

"But what can we do?"

Kant opened his eyes with a bitter smile.

The desert bandits 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, his face gloomy: "We should deal with all this seriously, if we don't want to die miserably in this Narun desert, the necessary preparations must be made." ”

He didn't come to the Narun Desert to die.

With a slight fist, Kant's state of mind was restored.

"Let's go, go along that road and see."

Kant turned to the desert robbers and said, "At least I want to know if there is really a salt mine there." ”

"Understood." The desert bandits nodded.

The number of jackals is indeed large, but this night attack did not crush Kant to death directly, but left hundreds of corpses, left the sentry oasis in disgrace, and was even chased to his hometown with cavalry.

Thinking about it carefully, Kant can also be sure that the combat effectiveness of these jackals is actually not strong.

Although they are ferocious and physically stronger than ordinary humans, they do not have excellent tactics, nor do they have weapons that can effectively kill enemies, including armor that can protect their bodies.

Farmers from Swadia, these level 0 classes, can compete with them.

When a Tier 1 and Tier 2 classes are combined, they can overwhelm the same number of Gnolls.

Why should Kant be afraid?

"Let's go!"

Kicking the belly of the horse, Kant rode his horse through the sand dunes.

Six desert bandits shook the reins and galloped after him.

"Complete system missions to get more advanced classes."

Kant silently made up his mind in his heart.

He was sure that if he had 100 heavily armed Swadia knights, this class from the system, known as the king of land, even if it was a large group of gnolls, he would dare to attack with his troops.

And the final victor still belongs to him.

Along the sandy road that had been trampled out by the gnolls, they were fast.

The light of dusk eventually faded.

A bright moon and a galaxy of stars appeared in the sky.

The temperature of the dry air also began to plummet in an instant, making Kant and the others, who were riding forward, feel a chill.

Putting on the woolen sweaters that had been prepared in advance, they moved on.

In the desert, sometimes it's wise to start your journey at night, because the cold at night can actually be solved by keeping warm compared to the brutal temperatures and the amount of water consumed during the day.

It is for this reason that Kant made the decision to move on in the evening.

Time passes.

The moon has also reached the middle of the sky, and the bright and bright disc seems to be extremely moving silver.

The temperature was getting colder, and Kant's face felt a little stiff.

"Everyone."

He opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of heat, but he reached out to grab the reins of the horse while raising his right hand: "Stop." ”

The six desert bandits behind him immediately restrangled the desert horse under his crotch.

"My lord, what's going on?"

They open their mouths, all with the mist that the heat forms in the low temperatures.

However, they soon discovered the reason for Kant's request to stop advancing, and they all reached out a little stiffly, and directly took out the spears tied to their backs, and each one looked solemn.

There are enemies.