Lord of the Oasis

Kant rode the horse and led the team to the Senwaya range.

However, they did not walk too far. The sound of horse hooves came from behind them. When they turned their heads, they saw the seven mage apprentices.

They were all young scholar-type mages, so their riding skills were poor. As the horse galloped, they hung on the saddle unsteadily. They even had to wrap their arms around the horse's neck to stabilize their bodies. They looked very pitiful.

"Slow down." Kant pulled the reins slightly and shouted.

Then, he turned the horse around and reprimanded the seven mage apprentices who had caught up. "Why are you following us? Do you know that we're going to the Senwaya Range? It's more dangerous there. It's not a place you can go."

The combat ability of the mage apprentices was currently inferior to that of the Veruga Archers.

Although the power of their spells was greater.

But their casting range and times were pitifully few.

In addition, their own strength was inferior, and they had never learned close combat skills. It was equivalent to casting ten times a day. These wizard apprentices who wore thin wizard robes and held wooden staffs were no different from ordinary civilians.

No, there was still a difference.

At least the Swadian peasant would use a sharpened long scythe to fight back like a cornered beast!

They were much stronger than these wizard apprentices who only had wooden sticks.

"It's very dangerous there. It's not that I'm deliberately belittling your combat strength."

Kant spoke very directly and tried to dissuade them. "You're still the most basic apprentices. It's very dangerous to face the magical creatures that appeared in the Senwaya Range." He paused and sighed, "If you can become mages and have more spells cast, stronger destructive spells, and mysterious summoning spells, perhaps I can bring you there."

He only had seven mage apprentices with extraordinary powers. If he lost them in the dangerous ruins, it would not be worth it. This was not training his troops, but sending them to their deaths.

"My Lord."

The eyes of these seven wizard apprentices were filled with determination. They clenched the magic staffs in their hands and said solemnly, "We are not afraid of life and death. Please let us join your team and make up for our mistakes!"

The leading wizard apprentice also lowered his head in shame and said, "We think that we have to grow up quickly."

"Is that so." Kant frowned.

He turned his head and glanced at the 188 Swadian heavy calvary beside him.

He noticed that although the heavy cavalry looked calm, there was still a hint of contempt between their brows as they looked at the seven apprentice mages. It was obvious that they did not take these apprentice mages who possessed mysterious elemental powers seriously. In the depths of their hearts, they were not willing to let them join their own combat sequence.

It was no wonder. The real battlefield would always be a cruel hell, a battlefield of life and death with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Just based on these mage apprentices who looked like they should stay in the castle and the academy, they were really not suitable to fight together with them. After all, when these heavy cavalry charged, no one would stay behind to protect them.

"Please allow us to join, my Lord."

The mage apprentices bowed their heads respectfully, but their tone was very calm. "It is the tradition of the Ainfas Empire. There has never been a mage who is afraid of war. Although we are the most basic apprentices, we still have the heart to be fearless of life and death."

"Okay." Kant finally nodded, expressing his agreement to the request they made.

It was indeed so.

Mage apprentices were the same as other troop class. Without experiencing war, it was really difficult for them to level up to become mages.

Just by looking at the 45-year-old wizards, one could tell that the research on magic was not inferior to the research on mathematics and Physics on Earth. As for the more powerful great wizards, their hair and beard had long turned white. There were people around 60 to 70 years old.

If these wizard apprentices were to carefully study and explore, it would be too slow for them to level up.

Kant could not afford to wait for these decades of hard training.

He took a deep breath, he turned his head and solemnly reminded these apprentices, "We will be safe on the way, but when we reach Aaron village in the Senwaya Range, remember, you must be protected by the close combat troop class. Otherwise, if there are casualties, I will lower my comment on you in the future!"

"Understood!"

The mage apprentices looked delighted and immediately nodded solemnly.

"Let's go." Kant did not waste any more time. He turned his horse around and continued to lead the team forward.

The sound of horse hooves trampling on the sand was dull.

Occasionally, there would be the sound of rolling thunder due to the steadiness.

The medium-sized heavy cavalry team was advancing in a group. They were equipped with heavy chain armor, including men and horses. There was also a linen cover on the outside. After the Sandstorm, there was a breeze that blew over, lifting up their cloth cover and rolling up a few grains of sand. They looked awe-inspiring!

These cavalry were equipped with a triangular flag on the tip of their lance.

It was a red-bottomed golden lion.

It was also on their shields.

This was a symbol of their status. It meant that they all belonged to Kant, and they were a united force.

Moreover, to deal with the so-called ancient passage in the ruins, Kant also brought along intimidation and commanding power. The square flag was raised high, and it fluttered in the wind in the hands of the cavalry beside him.

The horn was pinned on Kant's waist, and he could blow it at any time.

Apart from the Lion Knight Legion Medal, Kant had already brought out all the war items from his family.

He attached great importance to the system's special quest.

Perhaps the inside story was related to the lost city in the mythological era, the sacred city made of gold. He could not afford to be careless and use all his strength to deal with it.

Because he had seen the resurrected Sun Saintess in the Golden Coffin.

Her beautiful face still appeared in his mind.

And in her eyes that were made of gold, she was indifferent to him and ordinary humans.

Kant did not think that if there really was a mistake, or if the bloodline of the gods who had been sleeping in the mythological era woke up, they would hypocritically beg for forgiveness from him, forget their past honor, and rule the new world together with the humans who were slaves in the ancient mythological era, they would rule over this emerging world together.

It might be possible to temporarily beg for forgiveness, but it was impossible to completely abandon the past glory and merge with the humans into a new force, unless the humans were willing to become their slaves again.

But that was the problem.

Kant did not want to be a slave. He had been working hard to get rid of slavery and bondage.

Why could the god bloodlines of the ancient mythological era enslave humans again and make Kant a slave? Perhaps because of his strength, he would do some favors and become the best among the slaves, but he would still be a slave!

Kant would not appoint anyone, he would definitely resist!

These troops and war wondrous things were Kant's preparation. If he encountered the god bloodlines again, he would still give the order to kill without hesitation, so that they, who had fallen behind the times, could see who was in charge now, who could decide the life and death of the other party!

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The entire cavalry marched forward at a very fast speed.

Thanks to the support of the system, the restrictions of the heavy cavalry in the desert environment were much less.

At the very least, they did not need to worry about sinking into the soft layer of sand on the calves of warhorses.

Just after passing the hoof, the horseshoe at the bottom seemed to have stepped on the hard layer of sand, bringing the riders on the horse forward quickly to avoid sinking into the sand layer, and then pulling out the extra physical strength and time consumed.

Even the endurance to the heat of the weather, as well as the aspect of bearing weight, had been blessed by the system.

It was not as unbearable as the real world.

For example, the riders wore full sets of chain armor, and the Swadian warhorse under them also wore warhorse chain armor, as well as the weapons, equipment, and supplies that they carried. After being blessed by the system, they could maintain this status for a long time.

If the heavy cavalry of the dukedom of Leo had seen it, their eyes would have fallen out.

After all, it's against the laws of physics.

This, of course, is the blessing of a system that incorporates the rules of this world.

It's Kant's cheat code.

Over the course of a day and a night, the gently undulating dune is replaced by a flat desert plain.

In the middle of the desert in the distance, a two-story building stands out.

It was Kant's posthouse.

Although it was daytime, one could vaguely see many trade caravan coming or leaving with their horses. Merchants wearing sun-shading hood and linen robe were coming in and out quickly.

One could even occasionally see trade caravan guards with swords in their hands facing each other due to some trivial matters.

However, they could not fight.

In the posthouse, the Swadian militia, who were holding heavy spear and wearing iron-plated scale armor, walked out. Although they were alone, they were not afraid at all. It was as if they were loudly reprimanding the trade caravan guards, separating them from each other.

If there was a slight stalemate, even his words would not be of any use. Following a series of whistles, ten burly sarrandian horseman riders walked out of the posthouse. They were wearing Sarrandian chain armor and holding horsewhips in their hands. They came over and fiercely lashed out, those who dared to resist immediately drew out their Sarrandian swords and used their exquisite close-combat scimitar skills to let the group of trade caravan guards know who was the boss here.

"Not bad." Kant looked from afar and nodded in satisfaction.

Although it had only been a short day, Rolf, who had come here in advance, had already managed the posthouse in an orderly manner.

Rolf's appointment was very correct to let a scoundrel manage the trade caravan with the cunning of a noble. The merchants understood in the quickest time that this burly man who seemed to have the bearing of a noble was truly impervious to oil and salt, a scoundrel who would not be swayed by force or persuasion!

Most importantly, they did not dare to offend this fellow, because the nearly 200 cavalry troops were watching them covetously in the posthouse. Any abnormal situation would turn this scoundrel into a fight and devour them until not even their dregs remained!

They believed that this fellow would dare to slaughter their trade caravan and snatch away the great silver coins they brought.

One could tell just by looking at that Lawless Bandit's temperament!

"My Lord!"

Just as Kant was looking at the posthouse in the distance, the heavy cavalry beside him reminded him, "Someone is coming."

Kant turned his head. Not far behind the Dune, five desert bandits were rushing over. When they saw the flag fluttering in the wind and the red-bottomed golden lion, they hurriedly dismounted, they half-knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully. "My Lord, it is a great surprise to see you here."