Four desert robbers galloped and soon appeared at the top of the dunes.

The desert horse under the crotch, they looked ahead, cold sweat instantly flowed down their sideburns, the hand holding the reins slowly supported the handle of the knife on their waists, but they were not impulsive, swallowed and spit, and stood quietly on the top of the dune.

Just outside the sand dunes at your feet, within a radius of nearly 100 meters, a hundred crossbowmen were already arrayed.

Feather arrows and crossbow arrows were also aimed at them at this time.

Although they had not yet drawn their bows or pulled the trigger, these battle-hardened bandits knew that if they were the slightest hostile, or if they drew their scimitars and charged, in less than a second, a rain of arrows would cover the top of the sand dunes where the four of them were, turning them into living hedgehogs with feathered arrows or crossbow arrows.

The indifferent gazes of the hundreds of crossbowmen were already fixed on the four of them.

The slightest movement is a rain of arrows.

Even if you turn around and run away, you can't do it, and you don't dare to run away without permission.

The four-legged desert horse is indeed fast, but it is no faster than the rain of arrows that can fly in the air.

What's more, there is still a task ahead.

"Don't be impulsive." The desert bandits led by him spoke slowly.

And his hand was also released from the hilt of the knife at his waist, and his movements were quite slow, he re-grasped the reins, and gently knocked the horse's belly to let the desert horse under his crotch take two steps forward, and he was also speaking: "This is the land of Lord Kant's fiefdom, a strange army from the Kingdom of Vekia and the Kingdom of Svadia, please tell me your intentions." ”

His words seemed to have worked.

The bows and crossbows that were originally aimed at them were all lowered, which also showed their kindness.

This made the four desert bandits breathe a sigh of relief.

It really doesn't seem to be the enemy.

And in the team of 100 people, two people looked at each other, seemed to be the leader, and they came out in unison, completely put down the weapons in their hands, and spoke in unison.

"We are 50 crossbowmen from the kingdom of Svadia, coming to follow Lord Kant."

"We are 50 archers from the Kingdom of Vekia, who have come to follow Lord Kant."

This phrase officially indicates their identity.

The four Desert Bandit Elite were completely relaxed, shook the reins and walked down the dunes, smiled and nodded to them, "We are here to greet you, new friends from Svadia and Vekia, welcome to the Land of Wonders!" ”

Since it's not an enemy, it's a friend.

Both sides put away their weapons, after all, they still know a lot about the Salanders.

Soon, the elite desert bandits led them back to the Sentry Oasis.

When the Svadian light infantry who were standing guard at the city gate saw them, they also had a smile on their faces, and without hesitation, they directly asked people to open the city gate and let in all these crossbowmen.

is also a class of troops in the Swadia Kingdom, and you can tell the truth at a glance.

"Welcome."

Fatis also came out of the street to greet him.

Looking at these energetic crossbowmen, he nodded with satisfaction: "Your arrival has finally made our defense system come in handy. Shrugging slightly, he smiled and pointed to the walled attics and arrow towers: "Without you archers and crossbowmen, our fortifications would be of no use." ”

"I'm glad we can help." The crossbowmen replied modestly.

The atmosphere became very harmonious.

These crossbowmen from the kingdoms of Vekia and Svadia had also heard the rumors of Fatis.

This former wandering knight is one of the few nobles on the mainland.

There were many lords who wanted to recruit this knight who had noble blood and had honed his wanderings, but due to the idea, Fatis did not accept the canonization, but came to the Land of Miracles to serve Lord Kant.

And for all, it's the highest honor.

The banquet continued.

More chairs and tables were moved out, and voices welcoming new friends were heard.

Jocelyn, the leader of the caravan from Zhivadine, was also commissioned by Manid to help greet these Vicchian archers who had just arrived here, and they talked to each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became more and more rich and cheerful.

Just like the tense atmosphere of war just now, there is no such thing as a war.

In fact, it was a misunderstanding.

"Dangdangdang."

There was a knock on Kant's door.

"Lord Kant, I hope it didn't disturb your rest."

Manid stood outside the door, heard a voice coming from inside, and said softly, "The banquet is about to begin, and just now, 50 archers from the Kingdom of Vekia, and 50 crossbowmen from the Kingdom of Svadia came here to follow you. ”

In the room, Kant opened his eyes in a daze.

The room was dark because there were no candles lit.

Looking through the narrow window, you can see a bright star and a darkness that seems to be solidified.

"Hmm, I'm asleep?"

Kant suddenly opened his eyes, which were still hazy from sleep, and his spirit was instantly refreshed.

Only then did I realize that after I had ascended to heaven and built the building from God's perspective, I was groggy and fell asleep on the bed, and I didn't wake up until Manid came and knocked on the door.

"Lord Kant?" Outside, Manid knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Well, I heard you." Kant replied.

Fortunately, before he could take off his clothes, he stood up directly, stretched his waist, walked over and opened the door, and saw Manid smile bitterly: "This is a mistake worth remembering, I actually fell asleep." ”

"It's due to exertion."

Manid bowed his head slightly, took half a step back, looked at Kant and said, "My lord, the banquet will begin soon." ”

"Let's go." Kant was the first to take the lead.

Manid hurried to follow.

Candles were lit in the stairs of the Consulate Hall, and there was plenty of light.

Walking briskly down the stairs, Kant came to the outside of the Consulate Hall.

The torches were burning, releasing more light, and the whole street was like daylight, and Kant walked out of the slightly dimly lit hall, his eyes were not even a little adaptable, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes and froze in place for a second or two.

But on the street in front of them, the soldiers, who were still bragging, burst into cheers.

"Good evening, commendable Lord Kant!"

"I wish you good health, honorable lord!"

"Great Lord Kant, I am so excited to meet you!"

They all looked at Kant with fanatical reverence, with the highest deference in their eyes, and even when they looked at the king of their own country, they did not look at him with such fanatical and reverent gaze, as if they were treating the only faith and reliance of the world and the spirit.

This is the constant loyalty that comes from the system.

There is also the legend of the miracle that Kant circulated in Calradia.

"Hello."

Kant nodded and reached out in response.

With a smile on his face, he walked to his main seat and sat down: "Sit down, let this banquet be lively." At the same time, he said to Manid and Fatis, "And our new friends, I hope there is enough food." ”

"Enough." Manid nodded affirmatively.

In the kitchen location, the new desert antelope has been dragged out and roasted, although there are more than a hundred people, but the number is definitely enough.

The desert antelope appears at the end of each month, but it is an abundant source of prey.

"Let's get started."

Kant stretched out his hand and signaled for the banquet to begin.

Immediately cheers rang out from the mouths of the soldiers, peasants, and peasant women.

And the sound of gobbling also appeared instantly, and the roast mutton and air-dried meat, as well as sausages, bread and other items placed on the long table in front of him were torn and shredded by these hungry people.

At the same time, the lid of the ale was opened.

One bowl per person.

It's not much, and it's not even drunk, but for safety, it's limited to one bowl of ale per person.

No one is allowed to drink too much.

Even Kant led by example, after drinking the ale in his bowl, he did not continue to drink these paralyzing drinks, and for safety reasons, he had to exercise restraint in anything with too high alcohol content.

Danger hovers around you, and only the foolish rejoice.

It was a lively banquet.

But it is also a yearning for a better life in the future.

I want to eat it every day.

In addition to hard work, there are endless brutal fights.

A piece of roasted browned lamb was stuck in a knife, and Kant dipped it in salt sprinkled with crushed spices, and it tasted great in his mouth, the feeling of the grease soaking through the salt and spices and melting in his mouth, making him swallow and exhale.

It was a delicious delicacy and he loved it.

The banquet ended in a lively one.

The peasant women cleaned up the mess of tables, chairs and floors.

He didn't want his sentry oasis to become the dirty appearance of the stone pass, which was simply unacceptable to him from the modern age, not to mention the poor hygiene, which would lead to the plague.

The oasis is the only gathering place in the desert.

If there is a plague, there is no way to hide from this little place.

Therefore, hygiene has always been the key issue emphasized by Kant.

Fatis continued to patrol the walls before going to bed.

Manid supervised the work of boiling salt.

And the leader of the caravan after the feast, Jocelyn, stood at the city gate.

Not far away, his nephew and the 12 sentries who were part of his retinue.

Three wagons were the first to return home, sending back to Zhivadin the more than 500 gnoll slaves that Kant had captured.

"It's going well."

Kant stood at the top of the Consulate, next to the 20 Livingston Rangers.

Smiling slightly, he instructed the rangers, "Although I have arranged for Vecchian archers and Svadia crossbowmen to be stationed in the attic of the city wall and the arrow tower, your task is still arduous. ”

"We'll be vigilant." The rangers replied firmly.

"Good." Kant nodded.

These Livingston Ranger are, after all, a level 5 class.

Although it seems to be only 1 level behind the level 4 class, it is actually a very far dividing line.

Let these rangers be stationed at the top of the Consulate, and Kant will sleep steadily.

Go down the stairs.

Kant returned to his room.

Looking out the window at the dark night, he lay on the bed and thought: "Tomorrow is the day when the caravan departs, this week I can take care of all the trivial things, and wait quietly for the arrival of the expeditionary force of the Graymane Kingdom." ”

Frowning slightly.

A grim smile appeared at the corner of Kant's mouth.

Whoever wins and who loses, who can obtain the hegemony of the Narun Desert, he still has confidence.