Yes, the enemy.

The hearts of these six desert bandits were awe-inspiring, and the standard spears were already clenched in their hands.

Just in front of the sandy road, at the end of the moonlit sight, seven or eight dark figures were standing on the sand dunes beside the road, motionless, as if staring at them.

"Prepare for battle."

Kant's voice rang out, and he also removed the light crossbow from his back.

Pulling the bowstring hard, the sharp iron crossbow arrow was already on it, and with his raised arm, he aimed at the figure on the sand dunes in the distance, and his fingers gently pulled the trigger.

The desert bandit's hand also untied the cloth pocket on his back, and the thick handle of the short javelin appeared at the back of his neck.

These bandits in the desert are better at throwing on the horse.

They are all combat-ready.

"Be careful."

Kant was also reminding as he rode his horse slowly forward.

It was still a safe distance, so they dared to keep approaching, which was the confidence of cavalry, because if they sensed that the enemy was too strong to resist, they would immediately retreat.

Coming and going like the wind, the machine is super powerful, this is the cavalry.

But their caution was ignored by the black shadows standing on the dunes.

It was as if they were just standing on the sand dunes, motionless, quietly watching Kant and them, without any movement at all, let alone the slightest hint of the enemy's voice.

"My lord, something is wrong." There are desert bandits who speak.

Looking at the sand dunes, these bandits who are good at desert warfare have not been frozen by the low temperature, and their minds are still quite flexible.

Looking at the dark shadow above, they instinctively noticed the anomaly.

"Let's take a closer look."

Kant nodded, he was also aware of this, but he still whispered: "If there is a situation, retreat immediately." ”

"Understood." The desert bandits answered.

They slowly followed the desert road and continued onwards.

As the distance approached, Kant's brow furrowed, and his eyes fixed on the dark shadow in the distance.

As it turned out, he was right, and although his vision was somewhat blurred by the darkness of the night, Kant was absolutely sure that the seven or eight black shadows standing were the gnolls.

A beast-like head and hair all over it.

These are the distinguishing characteristics of the Jackals, and Kant, who has already had a fierce conflict with them, will not admit his mistake.

But at this time, his brow furrowed.

"Why do those gnolls on the dunes feel so strange?" He asked.

"Yes."

The desert bandits nodded at the same time, their faces solemn.

In their eyes, these gnolls who are getting closer and closer are quite unnatural at all, and their standing posture is shrunk and their heads are drooping, as if... Tied to something!

The bright moonlight makes the sand dunes clearer.

Kant's eyes shrank slightly.

"That's—" He couldn't help but blurt out, and the emotions in his heart fluctuated a little.

"My lord, be careful!"

The desert bandits behind him kicked the belly of the horse, and the six people quickly moved forward, the spears in their hands clenched, and their eyes swept around vigilantly.

Simply, there is nothing abnormal.

There are also no enemies.

They all breathed a sigh of relief, but their eyes looked back at the top of the dunes, still horrified.

For on the top of the dune, there were indeed seven gnolls, with fangs on their jaws, gray fur, jackal-like heads, and human-like bodies.

But now, they are really tied to wooden posts.

Thick hemp ropes were tied around these gnolls, from the thighs to the chest and abdomen.

"What's going on?"

The light crossbow in Kant's hand was still clenched, but it kicked the horse's belly slightly.

The war horse under the crotch had a sharp heart, and when he felt this power, his forward speed became slower.

The desert bandit behind him had the same solemn face, his eyes were staring at the seven gnolls, and someone said: "They are all dried corpses, and according to the temperature of the Nalun Desert, they have been tied to them for at least more than a week." ”

"A week?"

Kant narrowed his eyes: "This is punishment?" ”

"Probably an execution." The desert bandit replied.

If it weren't for the execution, then the gnolls on these seven wooden pillars would definitely not have been dried into corpses.

This kind of appearance of being directly tied to a wooden pillar, and then brutally sunburned to death by the scorching sun of the Narun Desert, is comparable to the most cruel punishment.

"But why, they're being executed?" Kant's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

But instead of being afraid, he vigilantly swept the sand dunes in front of him, and commanded the desert robbers behind him: "Raise your spirits, let's go and have a look!" ”

Anyway, they were cavalry, and there was no fear.

With the two legs of those gnolls, they can't catch up with them.

And Kant didn't believe that these gnolls would really find themselves seven people here.

And in order to ambush them, such an obvious trap was specially set up.

Obviously, if this is really the case, those gnolls would directly attack the sentry oasis, compared to their own fast-moving cavalry, the village with a fixed position is obviously a bigger target and more rewarding.

"Drive!"

Kant shook the reins of his horse and clamped his horse tightly between his legs.

The light crossbows were aimed ahead, but by the time they were all over the dune, they had not encountered the slightest enemy.

Kant looked at the grinning gnolls in front of him, who had turned into a hideous corpse, and couldn't help frowning: "They are really miserable to die." ”

"Burned alive." The desert bandit nodded: "Didn't drink a little water." ”

This kind of punishment has been experienced by all nationalities and races in the desert area.

The Sultanate of Salander also had such punishments, but only against vicious enemies or prisoners who had committed unforgivable sins.

"It's sad."

Kant looked elsewhere, and the function of these dried corpses was to deter.

He died miserably before he died, and he will be used after death.

But he didn't have any sad emotions, because these were gnolls, who were his enemies, and Kant would even be willing to burn them all to death if he could, so as to save him a huge trouble in the early stage!

"That's... That's..."

Looking around, Kant looked.

But when he saw the north, in the direction of the sand dune horizon, his eyes suddenly widened: "It's saline-alkali land!" ”

Kant couldn't help but exclaim.

Just north of the sand dunes, under the bright moonlight, patches of sea-like white were spreading, as if they were about to rush towards this side and swallow the entire desert.

This is exactly what Kant was looking for!

And this also proves the claim of the desert bandits, there is indeed a natural open-pit salt mine here!

"It's true."

Kant swallowed and foamed, his hands clenched with the light crossbow.

Perhaps in the eyes of modern people, this is just a pile of useless saline-alkali land, and the salt piled up on the ground is also inferior coarse salt, which will not enter the lives of ordinary people at all except for industrial use.

But in this medieval antiquity, it was a luxury.

Once in Poland in the previous life, there was an underground salt mine, which for hundreds of years, produced edible salt from the entire European continent, and also brought 30% of the annual tax revenue to Poland, which shows the huge profits of the salt industry!

"My lord, the tent over there."

The desert robbers spoke, and they found an anomaly,

At the edge of that saline field, close to forty or fifty tattered tents were being erected.

Looks like those gnolls again!