Lord of the Oasis

"Get up."Kant sat on the horse and stretched out his hand. "There's no need for so many formalities."

These were all trustworthy light cavalry soldiers.

At the same time, Kant's eyes swept over their bodies. The outer linen robe and the leather armor inside were all dirty. There were even grains of sand in their hair. They looked like they were worn out from travel.

Kant could not help but frown slightly. He asked, "The sandstorm has continued until here?"

"Yes." The desert bandits nodded with lingering fear. "It has continued for an entire night. It only ended in the morning."

"How are the losses of the posthouse?" Kant asked with a frown.

"It's worth rejoicing. Before the Sandstorm arrived, we all returned to the posthouse and blocked the doors and windows with wooden planks and blankets. There were no losses," The desert bandits replied.

"That's good." Kant nodded.

The desert bandits were all Sarrandian, and they were also a race in the desert.

They knew how to deal with the terrifying sandstorm in the desert.

However, these desert bandits still shrugged their shoulders, some of them gloated and said, "Those spy trade caravan that came to our posthouse to inquire about the situation suffered heavy losses. Originally, there were more than 40 trade caravans, but after the sandstorm, there were still more than 30. Other trade caravans that dared to go deep into the desert, or did not have dune to hide, were probably buried alive in the sand."

"That's right, they did suffer heavy losses." The other desert bandits added, "It's said that the patrol team heading south in the early morning saved more than 30 lucky survivors in the sand, but they found even more corpses."

"That's right." Kant nodded.

The strong wind swept across the desert, carrying countless grains of sand and flying at high speed. It could be said to be terrifying.

Even those who were prepared would not be able to survive the sandstorm in the open desert, not to mention these unprepared merchants from the Dukedom of Leo. The heavy losses were only for everyone.

Some unlucky fellows were probably completely annihilated in this violent sandstorm.

"This is really bad news."

Kant shook his head and casually said.

This was out of pity for the fragile lives.

But beside them, the seven mage apprentices lowered their heads and looked even more ashamed.

The reason why this terrifying sandstorm appeared was not because they were not skilled enough. They clearly had not reached the stage where they could completely master this kind of advanced magic experiment, yet they wanted to display their knowledge in front of the Lord Kant. In the end, the consequences were so terrible that it made them feel ashamed and guilty.

It was not because they felt guilty for burying the trade caravan, but because they felt guilty for causing trouble for the Lord of Kant. They were loyal to Kant, and they did not have the slightest bit of pity for the other natives of this world.

Scholars were sometimes cold and cruel, not to mention mages who had mastered the mysteries of the world.

"Let's continue."

Kant gently knocked on the horse's belly, indicating for his warhorse to move forward.

But the direction was not the posthouse.

"My Lord, aren't you going to the Posthouse to rest?" The desert bandits were a little surprised, they quickly comforted him, "The sandstorm has just passed, and there is still wind now. I don't know if it will still appear. For safety reasons, you should go to the posthouse and stay for a while. Wait for the wind to stop and make sure that the weather is normal before you set off."

"No, there might not be another sandstorm in the near future."

Kant shook his head and rejected their suggestion.

He had originally planned to quickly head to the village of "Aaron" in the Senwaya range, and did not plan to rest at the posthouse.

Because the posthouse was full of people.

If the trade caravan spies found out that he was leading a group and was not heading to the Stone Pass, then there would be trouble. After all, the village of "Aaron" hidden in the Senwaya range was his second base, it was a key node that was more important than Drondheim's castle, the future agricultural center!

In order to ensure that his army was hidden and prevent Aaron's village from being exposed, Kant did not plan to enter the posthouse. Instead, he instructed the desert bandits, "Tell Rolf to increase his vigilance."

"Yes, my Lord!"

Seeing that Kant had made up his mind, the desert bandits nodded respectfully and watched the heavy cavalry leave.

The surrounding dune was also scattered with patrols formed by other desert bandits.

When they saw Kant, they would usually dismount their horses and kneel.

The patrols near the posthouse were very strict. At least when Kant waved his hand to signal them to continue patrolling, they did not find any trade caravan spies. The march was very quiet and concealed.

It was clear that under the attack of these patrols, the spy trade caravan with ulterior motives really disappeared.

If they did not listen to his advice, they would continue to move deeper into the desert.

These desert bandits would not hold back.

Kant gave Rolf a lot of power. He could control his own life and death.

This meant that the military authority was fully delegated to Rolf.

If he encountered any trade caravan that relied on their powerful backers, dared to draw their swords and resist stubbornly, or insisted on going their own way, Rolf would not hesitate to give the order to attack.

After a few rounds of javelins and a round of pincer attacks, these trade caravans that dared to ignore his warning were basically all turned into corpses. They did not even know how to restrain themselves and just casually threw them in the desert to warn those trade caravans that dared to continue moving forward, what kind of slaughter would they face if they continued moving forward.

These corpses were very abrupt in the earthen yellow sand, and they could be seen from a great distance.

Kant and the others continued to move forward.

The supplies had been prepared in advance.

For example, drinking water was five days per person, including the water for the warhorse.

The water sack alone occupied most of the space in the Warhorse's backpack on both sides. As for ordinary food, it was easy. After all, it was impossible to eat too much during the long journey, in case there were problems with the stomach.

They continued to travel day and night, only resting in the cold late night and the scorching noon sun.

Finally, at dusk on the fourth day, they approached the periphery of the Senwaya range.

Soon, they found the way into the mountain. At the entrance, there were five desert bandits who had set up temporary tents to guard.

They were the messengers.

The five desert bandits who had passed on the information of Aaron's village were from their team.

"My Lord."

When they saw Kant's team coming over, they immediately rode their horses and bowed respectfully. With some excitement on their faces, they said, "It's really exciting. At the crucial stone, you're finally here."

"How's the situation in the village?" Kant asked straightforwardly.

"It's alright. The pressure isn't too great."

The desert bandits also answered quickly, "Bandake and Mr. James have personally led a team to contain the demonized creatures in the ruins. There are no signs of spreading. However, yesterday's situation said that more demonized creatures began to appear in the depths of the ancient passage, causing a certain number of casualties to the garrison."

"The situation is critical." Kant frowned and said with a serious expression, "I understand." At the same time, he turned his head and called out to the heavy cavalry behind him, "Let's enter the mountain range, hurry up!"

"Yes!" The Swadian man-at-arms behind him replied in a deep voice.

Although the desert bandits said it easily, they could still sense the increasing danger within.

The defending army urgently needed reinforcements!

The rumbling horse hooves stomped on the solid soil of the mountain. All of them entered the pre-built stone paving road and used an even faster speed to reinforce Aaron's village in the depths of the mountain range.

The number of the defending army of Aaron wasn't many.

Apart from the 10 Ravenston Rangers who would level up every week, the Rhodoks people alone wouldn't be able to satisfy too many battles.

When the troop class leveled up, there would also be casualties.

Only 20 low-level Roduoke people would be able to level up three of the Roduoke veteran spearmen.

As for the top-level Luo duoke soldiers, they were even more miserable.

Without piles of Roduoke people leveling up one level at a time and using their lives to pave the way, it was impossible for too many to appear. Even if Kant came to this world with the cooperation of other troop classes, the cost of leveling up was a little worse.

Compared to this, the level up of the Kingdom of Swadia could be seen.

After more than 3,000 people fought bloody battles and experienced all kinds of fierce battles, there were finally less than 500 level 4 and Level 5 troop class. Although elites had to undergo training, this training was too cruel.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom -"

The sound of horse hooves violently knocked on the stone paving road.

Kant rode his horse in front, leading the heavy cavalry and mage apprentices as he galloped along the road by the river at an extremely fast speed.

The flow of the small river by the side had decreased by nearly half.

Thinking back to the information reported by the desert bandits, the amount of water flowing into the subterranean river in the ruins had decreased. Thus, the ancient passage built in the mythological era had appeared, thus understanding the reason for the decrease in the amount of water in the small river.

However, Kant was also slightly glad that the small-scale fish farm was not built here.

If it was built here, it was estimated that as the amount of water decreased, a large number of fish flocks raised in the fish farm would die.

The spring or lake that he won from the lottery was still useful.

Simply relying on the nature of this world was too random, and mistakes might occur.

In the future, Aaron Village would be the center of agriculture, farming, and aquaculture. They could not be careless.

Soon, they arrived at the bottom of the mountain.

The water that was originally gushing out from the cracks in the mountain like a fountain had lost its former glory. Only a small amount of water was still gushing out, barely forming a small pond in this area. However, it could not even maintain the pond at that time, the water volume dropped quite quickly.

In the Watchtower at the four corners of the city wall, the patrolling Rivenston Rangers had already noticed Kant's arrival. James immediately led a team and arranged for people to open the wooden gate of the city wall so that Kant and the heavy cavalry could directly rush up along the road.

"Hu -"

Kant rode his horse to the peak of the mountain and pulled the reins, signaling for his warhorse to stop moving forward.

He scanned the council hall and the 20 houses, the mill buildings, and the busy civilians, and said to James, who was walking by, with satisfaction, "Well done. The village looks good."