The Gnolls are the most common humanoid race in the Naren Desert.

It was once on a scale, and it took nearly three years to cross the Sanwaya Mountains from the Narun Desert and invade the lands on the northern border with the Lion Principality while the Lion Principality was at war with other principalities for a long time.

Like a nauseous ulcer, it has a tendency to continue to spread to more central areas.

This is also why, after the Duchy of Lion ended its war with other principalities, it directly began to purge the gnolls.

The purge lasted a year.

The tribe of gnolls who invaded the Duchy of Lions, like those who came to heaven, were quickly defeated.

Without good weapons, without sophisticated armor, the Gnoll tribe is no match for human forces at all.

On the battlefield, the gnolls were easily strangled by the cavalry units of the lion principality's pride.

It is said that the heads of the gnolls were cut off ten years ago and stuck all over the sides of the road.

The brutal purge has completely turned into massacre, from the northern border of the Lion Principality to the southern part of the entire Narun Desert, the main large-scale gnolls tribes have almost been slaughtered.

The surviving gnoll tribe also chose to migrate to the northern desert in fear.

But there are also scattered gnolls.

Even in the Sanwaya Mountains, there are many gnoll tribes, because several villages on the northern border of the Lion Principality will be attacked by gnolls from time to time.

As for the southern part of the Narun Desert, after ten years of recuperation, it is estimated that the number of the Gnoll tribe is even higher!

"There's no turning back."

Kant pursed his chapped lips, and there was a look of determination on his face.

When he comes here, then he has to build his own village here, with the "Svadia Kingdom" in the system as the golden finger, he is definitely not nothing.

The sand dunes they had been referring to were right ahead, and they had set up camp at the preset point.

They set up tents in the shade of the dunes.

"Guys, get busy!"

The command of the cavalry was still in the hands of Rowan, and he also arranged for himself: "Go and search the surroundings carefully, I don't want to be gnawed off by jackals or wild beasts after falling asleep!" ”

With his order, 20 cavalrymen immediately scattered.

However, some people don't care, they have been walking for 6 days, and they haven't seen the gnolls yet.

So the cavalry didn't search very carefully, and after making sure that the sand dunes were indeed normal, they all came back, and they couldn't wait to set up their tents and rest.

"Let's pitch a tent."

Kant also arranged for the peasants to take action.

All three wagons contained camping supplies, including a dozen tents and wooden sticks and linen ropes for support.

Some farmers are pulling out long sickles and digging up the sand quickly, piling up all the 30 centimeters of yellow sand on the surface outside, revealing the cooler sand layer below.

This is a trick in the desert to lie in and effectively escape the heat.

The same technique of survival of the Jackals in the desert was learned by the soldiers of the Duchy of Lion ten years ago, and recorded by scholars in their books after the war.

Before Kant's departure, he consulted various books in the Narun Desert.

Twenty tents were quickly erected in the bunker, framed by sticks and held in place by long linen ropes, allowing all 51 people to rest, including the 27 horses.

"You'll take care of the rest, Rowan."

Kant stood in front of his own small tent, and he was also relieved.

Basically finished his work, Rowan also nodded in response: "Obey, Lord Baron." ”

The next job is to feed the horses, and at the same time assign personnel to start making lunch and distributing water to everyone for the next half day, although it is easy, but it cannot be sloppy, and the calm character of Rowan is the best choice.

The tent blocks out the sun, and the shallow pit brings the coolness of the earth.

Kant spread the linen mat underneath and lay down in it, and the arduous trek along the way seemed to dissipate.

"Maybe another light beer at this time would be the best."

Kant closed his eyes and couldn't help but sigh softly: "I just don't know when I will be able to enjoy it in the future." ”

He was self-made.

Pale beer was basically a luxury, and it was impossible to enjoy it, because no caravan would come to the sentry oasis and offer these drinks that should have been cheap to his estate.

This is the Naren Desert.

A barren land where there would be no humans at all!

Shaking his head, Kant didn't think much of it.

However, his nose sniffed slightly, and the smell of food came from outside the tent.

It was also lunchtime, but just as Kant was about to squint in the shallow pit for a while, the familiar system prompt sound in his ears woke him up.

At the same time, on the retina, a dialog box also appeared.

【Ding... Temporary Task Release]

[Temporary Mission: Sneak Attack of the Gnolls]

【Reward: Date Palm Tree × 20 (Full Fruiting Period)】

[Introduction: The aroma of cooking attracts a group of gnolls with a keen sense of smell, and you need to defeat them.] 】

Kant stood up directly in the shallow pit.

The face is a little solemn, because this is a temporary task of the system, and it will be released from time to time and from time to time.

But the temporary task of this system proves one thing.

Around the dunes where they camped, there was an unknown number of gnolls lurking, and they had spotted them and were ready to attack them!

"Carelessness."

Kant was also a little helpless with those cavalrymen, but without command, he could not order them at all.

Walking briskly out of the tent, there were still a dozen farmers outside preparing lunch.

As for the cavalry sent by the Lion Principality to protect them, they were all huddled in their tents and bunkers, and there were no sentry officers, and their defenses were quite lax.

Kant's brow furrowed.

If it weren't for the system prompt, it is estimated that those gnolls would not have been found if they appeared near the tent!

There was no noise.

Kant went to the carriage and found his box.

Inside was a fixed light crossbow and a matching quiver, neatly stacked with 20 stubby iron crossbow arrows.

The Gnoll needs to be discovered by himself, as Kant can't explain how he knew that the Gnoll was preparing to sneak attack, and although he is half a scholar, he is definitely not a mage with mystical powers.

With three Swadian farmers in tow, they walked briskly towards the top of the sand dunes where they had camped.

Squatting carefully, Kant scanned his surroundings.

"There, I found them."

A peasant's voice rang out, and he pointed to the north in a suppressed voice: "Behold, the gnolls, there are many of them! ”

"Hmm." Kant nodded.

Just in the north of the sand dunes, more than 700 meters away, on the sand dunes, about 50 gnolls dressed in tattered clothes are quietly touching them, lying low, as if they are hunting.

But this is indeed a hunt, those ferocious gnolls, human flesh in the recipe.

"Stand back, wake everyone up, and get ready to fight."

Kant crouched and stepped back, his face solemn, but also much more relaxed.

It seems that the more than 50 gnolls seem to be a lot of numbers, and they are already equal to the number of their team.

But in reality, it doesn't pose much of a threat.

In the tent under the dunes, the 20 cavalry of the Duchy of Lion who were still resting could easily kill all these gnolls, and their own losses would definitely not be too great.

Well-trained cavalry, dealing with these primitive humanoid races, is simply not too simple.

Running down the dunes quickly, Kant held his light crossbow and said in a deep voice: "Captain Rowan, we are in trouble, it is better to let everyone come out and prepare for battle, there will be more than 50 gnolls to attack our camp in a while." ”

"Gnolls?"

Captain Rowan's voice was a little stunned.

At the same time, the 20 cavalrymen in the tent also quickly ran out with their weapons with solemn faces. However, when they swept the surrounding sand dunes, they found nothing out of the ordinary.

But Rowan did not question it, but asked Kant, "Lord Baron, where are they?" ”

"There, it's coming." Kant pointed to the north of the dunes.

"Get on your horse and get ready for battle."

Rowan gritted his teeth, glared at the few cavalrymen behind him, and said in a rough voice: "Damn, the four of you wiped everyone's boots at night, and after a reconnaissance round, you didn't even find so many gnolls." ”

The four horsemen looked ugly, but they did not refute.

In fact, it was their mistake, because the four of them were the cavalry in charge of scouting the north.

"I'm sorry about this, Lord Baron, but we'll defeat the gnolls."

Rowan led all the cavalry on his horse, clenched his spears and swords, and said solemnly to Kant: "We are all dispatched, there may be no way to protect you here, please be careful." ”

"Don't worry." Kant nodded.

These cavalry were not meant to be defensive, they would take the initiative and crush the gnolls head-on.

Once the sneak attack is discovered, it will have no effect.

Watching the 20 cavalry, led by Rowan, ride their horses quickly around the sand dunes and rush towards the north, Kant also commanded: "Everyone be ready for battle, follow me." ”

"Understood!"

The 30 Swadia farmers answered in unison.

Although their main job was to work in the fields, they were no strangers to fighting.

The specially modified sickle head is inserted into a two-meter-long wooden stick to form a long-handled scythe like a war halberd, which can be poked and chopped, although it is a little awkward, but it is still a lethal self-defense weapon.

What's more, 30 Swadia peasants are holding long-handled scythes and form two rows of phalanxes.

"After this battle, someone should escalate."

Kant led the Swadian peasants to the top of the dunes.

And just more than 200 meters away, 20 cavalrymen of the Duchy of Lion, armed with spears more than two meters long, roared and rode their horses to launch a fearless charge against the more than 50 messy gnolls.

"Long live the Lion Principality!"

The cavalry shouted their slogans, and the horses under their crotches galloped rapidly.

Although the gravel limited their absolute speed, the charge of these cavalry still left the gnolls at a loss.

In the Naren Desert, these gnolls are the kings, so they dare to touch the scented place here without fear, although they don't know who the enemy is.

But when they saw that it was a human cavalry that had rushed down the dunes, all the gnolls began to flee in terror.

The massacre of ten years ago has always been in their heads.