Seeing that Link had finally arrived, the one-eyed old Joe, dressed in heavy full-body armor, hurriedly approached, while his camel was panting violently, obviously choking with the heavily armed one-eyed old Joe. Several warriors on the side looked at "Hope" with longing eyes, and seemed to have a lot of criticism for Nyata riding on it, and looked at Link with disdain or worry from time to time.

Ignoring the warriors' gazes, Link quickly explained the situation of going to the three tribes to ask for help, and ordered the two warriors to go to the agreed place to prepare to receive reinforcements.

Looking at the two companions who hurriedly rode away on camels, the one-eyed old Qiao asked worriedly: "Those guys who said that they would come to fight at noon tomorrow will just pick up the cheap tomorrow, and they won't take advantage of the emptiness of the tribe now to attack our tribe, right?"

Shaking his head gloomily, Link said: "I don't know, what we can do now is to fight this battle well, if we win, the clansmen will naturally have a way to live, otherwise they won't survive, what I'm worried about now is whether the tribe just now will notify Santarin of the night attack, wait a while, if the reinforcements don't come, we will go first." ”

Originally, the clansmen who heard that there were reinforcements were very excited, and many people turned pale when they heard Link's words, and many people put dissatisfaction on their faces, but they didn't dare to say anything more when they thought of Link's record and his previous practice of killing troublesome herdsmen.

Seeing the expressions of the clansmen, Link sighed in his heart, the time and foundation are too weak, and now he can't do the order and prohibition at all, if he can pass this level smoothly, he has to train well.

While recalling the ancient military training methods he saw in the forum and post bar in his previous life, Link complained about why the reinforcements hadn't come yet, and thought with some fear what if the reinforcements didn't come?

"Atta" was now almost completely set, the surrounding light became very dim, the endless sea of sand was rapidly radiating, a few withered low shrubs stood alone in a nearby sand dune, the temperature dropped rapidly, and the camels that had been lying on the ground tamely under the orders of the riders rose one after another, lifting their hooves restlessly.

Unlike the camel caravans in the desert, which often spend the night in the sand, the tribal camels hardly appear in the desert at night, looking at the empty desert that has become a little strange, the camels are very uneasy, and under them is not the sand soil in the oasis and the dry palm and camel grass that the herdsmen often renovate, but the sand dunes that will quickly cool down at night, which also makes the camels feel uncomfortable, and the riders have whispered to comfort their mounts, and "Hope" is watching boredly from the sidelines.

After a while, the camels fell silent, and just when Link couldn't help but come down and didn't wait for reinforcements to start attacking, the two warriors finally brought reinforcements.

The lineup of reinforcements is quite strong, the tribal chief personally led the team, and the middle-aged priest of their tribe also came over, unlike the short and fat chief, the priest is tall and mighty, and a shiny big bald head does not wear a turban, which is very conspicuous, and the bald priest does not talk much, everything is up to the chief, and the two of them seem to be harmonious.

The two brought thirty chainmail warriors riding heavy desert horses, and sixty freefolk scimitar warriors riding camels, the heavy desert horses came from the Saiyada grassland in the south of the Manniu Desert, and their weight and explosiveness were very good, much stronger than the desert light horses in the north, even compared with the well-known Cormier heavy war horses of Faeron, the desert heavy horses were not inferior, and even had more advantages in endurance. The freedfolk warriors were either fathers or brothers, or untested reservists, who had no time to practice martial arts because they did not have to bear the heavy manual labor of the herdsmen, and were in the middle of the tribe, and these warriors were very strong in their fighting skills and fighting will.

Link looked at the tall desert heavy horses of the reinforcements, as well as the shiny refined scimitars and gray chain mail, even the free people have delicate iron-inlaid armor, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the smiling short and fat chieftain, feeling that the strength of this tribe is even stronger and weirder than imagined, the bald priest on the side looked at the three sets of full-body armor in Link's team, nodded, but saw the fifty selected freeman soldiers, and couldn't help frowning.

The mage merchant on one side pulled the bald priest and played a round with a smile, Link was quite surprised to see the bald priest being dragged away by the mage merchant without resistance, and couldn't help but take a deep look at the mage merchant, obviously a notorious mage in the desert, but he maintained such a relationship with the priest who should hate the mage the most in the tribe, and thought that the other tribe took out excellent equipment, the weapons and equipment in this area were brought by the merchants, and they were sold according to the proportion agreed by the six tribes, even if the merchants sold more equipment privately for profit, but in order to maintain the balance between the tribes, the market was maintained for a long timeIn fact, the weapons and equipment sold by the merchants privately were also sold according to the agreed proportion, and there would not be too big a gap in strength between the tribes.

But this batch of equipment, especially the war horses, is obviously something that has never appeared in this area, "The water in here is very deep." Link thought silently, but now that the reinforcements are stronger, the more certain the night attack will be, and this is not the time to think about anything else.

"How's it going, are there any reinforcements?" Chief Humpty Dumpty asked Link expectantly, Link shook his head with a blank face, seeing that the priest and mage were also disappointed, and thinking of the strange harmony and great strength they showed, Link decided not to tell them about the two tribes that did not send troops, one was likely to take the opportunity to sneak attack our two tribes, and the other was likely to take refuge in the Santarim Society.

"Then let's talk about it and get ready to get started. The chief smiled quite kindly, and began to arrange combat missions, without asking Link at all, completely treating Link as a subordinate, the mage and the priest all looked like they were taken for granted, the one-eyed old Joe wanted to say something, but was secretly pulled by Link, seeing Link's slight shaking of his head, the one-eyed old Joe gritted his teeth and wanted to say something, but finally sighed and said nothing.

Directly north of the Santarin camp, Bane's High Priest Danzoka was eating a somewhat belated dinner, and he took a bite of the chicken on his plate, which was full of flavor with desert sweet pepper and basil leaves, and a little rosemary from Zulte, which was not the kind of local chicken that eats sand all day long in the desert trading post, but guinea fowl from Port Carlin, south of Faerun, with a small and delicate physique, bathed in the sea breeze and raised, the taste is very delicious and memorable.

Eating guinea fowl from Port Carlin, Danzoka couldn't help but think of his slave girl from Port Carlin, her graceful posture and wheat-colored skin made Danzoka's heart hot, but thinking that the slave girl was far away in his own mansion in Santilburg, and now there were only disgusting barbarian women in the camp, Danzoka was irritable, and took a bite of the small tomato from the Aztec continent, and the sweetness and sourness in his taste buds made Danzoka's brow stretch a little.

Playing with the small tomato in his hand, Danzoka thought about the plan to explore the ruins tonight, after many days of hard work, although the main body of the ruins has not been cleaned up, but a building on the periphery can already be entered, while thinking, Danzoka sniffed the exotic smell of the small tomatoes, this strange food comes from the distant Aztec continent, planted directly on the sea ship, the transplanted native water is used in the local Aztec area, after several months of sea voyages to the Amam Empire in the west of the Faren continent, ashore in its capital Ascala, after a long trade route to the Wild Cattle Desert, the water is still the Aztec spring water preserved by magicThe cost and hardship can be imagined.

"My lord, the time we agreed with the ghosts has come. The attendant who stood on the side said respectfully.

Danzoka threw the tomato in his hand, which was more expensive than gold, and bit it hard, the bright red juice ran down the narrow scar on his face, he chewed it recklessly, drank the Arabe's dry red in the wine glass, wiped his face carelessly, and walked out of the tent with a sneer.