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The bright moonlight shines, and on the saline-alkali ground, the color of the white flowers is intoxicating.

This is a special area with a large amount of salt left behind by the lake surrounded by desert and then dried up and accelerated by the blazing sunlight to evaporate water.

"It looks beautiful."

Kant sighed lightly, but the light crossbow in his hand was still held in front of him and not put down.

For he had seen that at the edge of the saline land, 46 tattered tents were being set up, and the appearance of the mess and the filth everywhere had seriously affected his mood.

The main thing is that this beautiful, wealthy, saline land, already has a lord.

It's the Gnoll.

Dehrim, the biggest enemy at the moment.

"It's not good."

The desert bandit next to him frowned slightly, turned his head a little heavily, and said to Kant: "Judging from the size of the tent, there are at least about 300 gnolls here, if the expectation is good, these gnolls have a direct relationship with that large tribe, and should have been sent here to mine salt." ”

"It looks like it does." Kant nodded.

The large tribe of gnolls had apparently taken complete control of the open-pit salt mines, and it was evident from the sandy ground that had been trampled on for many years that they had been mining salt here for a long time.

In fact, it is not accurate to say that it is mined.

It should be a collection.

This is an open-air saline-alkali land, and you can collect raw coarse salt at will.

For Kant, who has the purification technology, if he wants, he can purify the fine white salt that only exists on the table of the nobles of the Duchy of Lion at any time, and sell it for a lot of money!

And that's when the system also appeared.

【Ding... After an arduous trek, you seem to have discovered something. 】

[Temporary Mission: "The Origin of Salt" completed]

[Get Reward: 5 Standard Swadia Houses×]

[Comment: The seemingly barren desert contains abundant resources, including these open-pit salt mines. 】

A system chime rings in your ears.

On the retina, a tooltip indicating the completion of the task has also appeared.

But Kant did not show joy, he already knew him in the depths of the desert, and even more aware of the situation he was facing, which was too cruel and made his heart quite heavy.

"But at least, it's a small improvement."

Scanning the pictures of houses on the retina, Kant also shook his head secretly.

It's just that this kind of improvement is still too little.

Pulling the reins, Kant rode his horse down the sand dunes, turning to the six desert bandits and saying, "Let's go, it's time to return." ”

The system task has been completed.

The goal of coming has also been set.

Now Kant doesn't need to take the risk of going deep into the Naren Desert to continue scouting, what he needs now is to return to the sentry oasis and let his "Deherim" be fully developed, and strive to match the threat of the jackals.

The 7 men rode back quickly.

In comparison, because of their unfamiliarity with the road, the path of their return is quite obvious.

So it's a little bit faster.

In order to ensure his strength, after midnight, Kant and the six desert robbers found a sand dune, dug a sand pit, lit a bonfire, and rested briefly for the night.

Wait until the next morning, after recovering a lot of strength, continue the journey.

The traces of the arrival are still very clear.

After all, it is a desert, and as long as there are no sandstorms and strong winds, it will take months for the traces left on these sandy areas to be re-erased by nature.

"Lord Lord, there is a gnoll tribe ahead, be careful."

The desert bandit in front of him slowed down slightly, turned his head and said, "We should go around." ”

"Then get around!" Kant nodded.

Ahead of the road, there was the large tribe of gnolls.

It's early in the morning, and in order to avoid startling the snakes and exposing their whereabouts, they must not appear in front of these gnolls in a big way.

So they took a trick and went around in circles.

Bypassing the gnoll tribe and not attracting the attention of those gnolls, he continued to gallop towards the sentry oasis.

Back on the trail of the Sentry Oasis, they were faster.

Following the traces of your own coming is the safest.

After the noon break, before dusk in the afternoon, the appearance of the sentry oasis was finally close in front of me.

"My lord, it's the Consulate!"

The desert bandits in front were a little tired, but when they saw the Consulate and the stronghold, they were also relieved, turned their heads to look at Kant, and said very happily: "We are finally back." ”

"yes." Kant nodded equally tiredly.

After a long trek, even if you ride a horse, you already feel that your body has reached its limit.

And the war horses and desert horses under the crotch are already wilting and drooping slowly at this time, if they gallop the horses, they will not have the strength at all, after all, these horses also need to rest.

In this reconnaissance, the horse under their crotch is the absolute main force.

When Kant and the others continued to advance, they were quickly spotted by the Swadian soldiers in charge of the sentry oasis.

Five Swadian militiamen with hunting crossbows stood guard on the sand dunes, and when they saw that it was Kant and the desert bandits, they immediately walked down quickly and saluted very respectfully: "Lord Lord." ”

"Hmm." Kant nodded, lifted the hood on his head, and asked, "How were these two days?" ”

"Everything is normal, my lord."

The Swadia militia replied respectfully.

In the more than 1 day since Kant left, the sentry oasis has not been attacked by the jackals again, and it seems to be very stable, but this is all a dark tide under the sea, so these militias will be arranged here as sentry posts.

Instead of believing that the gnolls won't attack, it's better to believe that the sand in the desert can be eaten as flour!

Immanuel Kant instructed, "Be careful. ”

Then he continued to ride slowly towards the sentry oasis, but there was a little more smile on his face.

The Consulate and the desert bandit stronghold were built on the south side of the pond, the outline of the watchtower was a third of the way up, and a number of armed Swadia soldiers were training spontaneously, and it seemed that the village's defenses were on track.

Even the war horse under the crotch is faster.

Apparently they also found themselves home and could finally rest.

"My lord, welcome back!"

"Dear Lord, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

When Kant returned to the Consulate, these Swadia recruits and militiamen immediately greeted each other respectfully and happily, for them, Kant was everything.

"Good." Kant responded.

However, he was still physically and mentally tired, so he turned over and dismounted directly, and he also wanted to have a good rest.

"Replenish the grass for these horses, and it's better to brush them."

Looking at the recruits who came to lead the war horses around, Kant also instructed: "After doing all this, let these horses rest in the stables of the stronghold." ”

"Yes, sir." The recruits nodded, taking Kant and the desert horses of the desert bandits.

The manger is prepared with forage, as well as a little air-dried meat and dates, which is a good thing to replenish the strength of the horses on a long journey, and when the horses have eaten the forage, they will be properly brushed.

Handed over to these recruits, Kant was still relieved.

Exhausted enough to keep his eyes open, he walked briskly towards his room on the second floor.

At this time, he needs to get some rest.

After all, they didn't sleep well last night, and they have been riding their horses back, and their spirits have not been replenished at all, so they have consumed seventy-seven-eighty-eight, which makes it difficult for them to continue to bear it.

Even the six desert bandits quickly returned to their stronghold, and fell asleep as they lay on the bed.