After the battle, the already hot and sweaty cavalrymen walked down the dunes.

Farmers and recruits in Swadia also made their way to the makeshift camp under the dunes, where they still had their unfinished lunches and new chores.

But on the sand dunes, Kant still stood under the scorching sun.

He was staring at the sentry oasis on the horizon, where his fief was, a place with fresh water.

"Some, troublesome."

Kant exhaled slowly, his eyes filled with solemnity.

Sweeping the side of the sand dunes, the corpses of those jackals that no one relented, these despicable creatures that had died, still brought him a strong pressure in his heart.

Gnolls are found at such a close distance from the Sentry Oasis.

The consequences speak for themselves.

Kant couldn't help but bow his head and smile bitterly: "Just think about it, the sentry oasis can't be barren all the time. ”

Ten years ago, the purge of the Lion Duchy was short-lived, and the gnolls returned to occupy the sentry oasis again.

And judging by the more than 50 gnolls they killed.

The number of gnolls in the sentry oasis that regained occupation would definitely not be less than 300, and even the number of gnolls in the entire tribe would be even more.

"What should I do?"

Thinking of this, Kant felt a little pain in his head.

【Ding... Temporary Task Release]

[Temporary Mission: Exterminate the Gnoll Tribe]

[Reward: 1 Desert Bandit Stronghold×]

[Introduction: The Sentry Oasis is the pearl of the southern part of the Naren Desert, but now it is entrenched in a tribe of gnolls. These murderous races have tarnished the beauty of the oasis, and as the future lord of the Naryn Desert, you need to exterminate them. 】

Just when he didn't know what to do, the system prompt appeared.

On the retina, the system dialog box has also been displayed, which is a temporary task from the system release.

"Extermination... The Gnoll tribe? ”

Kant repeated the task requirements silently, but there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even if he didn't have a system mission, he still had to take out the Gnoll tribe that occupied the Sentry Oasis.

After all, in the southern part of the Naren Desert, the Sentry Oasis is basically the only oasis, and the only place with a water source.

And according to the reserve of fresh water that has reached the red line, it is still two to say whether it can return to the lion principality alive.

In fact, even if he goes back, it is still a question of whether Kant, the young son of the Duke with an embarrassing position, can continue to live in peace.

There are a lot of people who don't want him to go back, and it's better to die in the desert.

Kant couldn't help but grit his teeth, but he could only walk down the dunes in silence.

The Gnoll tribe, which numbered at least 300, was definitely dangerous for them.

If one is not noticed, it may even be wiped out.

In the battle just now, 50 gnolls were killed by them, because the system took the lead in reminding Kant that with the help of the other party's sneak attack, they in turn caught these gnolls off guard!

What's more, the 20 cavalry of the Lion Principality are already elite troops.

If you fight desperately to the death, even a 300-strong gnoll tribe will have to suffer heavy losses to extinguish them.

"Maybe you can try."

Kant looked up at the shadows that were shadowing in the tent.

His eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

Whether or not they can capture the sentry oasis is actually not on their own Swadia recruits who have just been upgraded and are still young chicks.

It's the cavalry of these 20 lion principalities!

"I know you're definitely not going to agree, but I'm sorry, I can't help it."

Kant's face was calm, and he already had a plan in his heart.

Yes, these cavalrymen were loyal to the Lion Duke Cameron, and only had a blood respect for Kant, and in the command of the actual battle, they still had the final say.

But Kant understood that since he could not command these cavalrymen to fight hard, then he had to use reality to force these cavalrymen to fight for themselves!

In the Naren Desert, there is only one reason to fight hard.

- Water.

Without this thing, they can't help but work hard.

"Don't blame me." Kant was calm, but a hint of indifference flashed in the depths of his eyes.

There is no trust between people.

Kant was supposed to walk towards the tent, but instead turned a corner and headed for the carriage.

The surrounding Swadia farmers are busy.

The cavalrymen of the Lion Principality in the tent were also laughing happily, as if they were telling some jokes.

No one noticed him.

Or rather, no outsiders noticed him.

"Your Excellency."

Guarding the wagon's cargo were two Swadia peasants.

"Quiet." Kant raised his hand and motioned for them to silence.

Immediately afterwards, he unplugged all the water storage barrels on the carriage and opened the bottom stoppers.

"Goo dong goo dong..."

Clear fresh water quickly sprinkled down the gravel along the small mouth, and in a few minutes, the wooden barrels on the entire water storage cart were all empty, and not much water remained, completely adding a bit of humidity to the barren desert.

"We're all out of water."

Looking at the two stunned Swadian peasants, Kant said lightly: "Do you understand? ”

"Yes, sir." They answered.

"Good."

Kant had no expression on his face and returned to his tent as usual.

Along the way, apart from the Svadian peasants and recruits, no cavalry from the Duchy of Lion saw him head to the wagon.

But these cavalrymen would never have imagined that there was not a drop of water left that could support three days.

If you lack water, you will die.

If you want to survive, then go fight those gnolls.

This is Kant's strategy, to force the cavalry of these lion principalities, to obey his arrangement and then desperately means!

Non-toxic not husband.

Coming to this backward and mysterious world, Kant, as the youngest son of a duke, has learned how to make the most of others, which is a common thing for him in the aristocratic class.

If Kant did not take advantage of these cavalry, he did not think that these cavalrymen would have stayed desperate because of their status.

No one would be stupid enough to die for someone else, let alone an exiled baron.

"Your Excellency."

While Kant was pondering, a peasant in charge of cooking lifted the curtain with a wooden plate: "Lunch is ready." ”

"Hmm." Kant nodded.

On a wooden plate are three slices of white bread, a small half of smoked chicken, and three spoonfuls of stewed air-dried meat with rich black pepper.

It's a delicacy that can only be enjoyed exclusively by being a baron.

White bread and black pepper were luxuries and condiments, not to mention their retinue and cavalry, and even in the Lion Duchy, the low-ranking nobles with smaller territories and poorer estates could not afford to eat spices and fine fluffy white bread.

They ate black bread with flour mixed with wheat bran, and simply stewed air-dried meat.

"Black pepper stewed air-dried meat."

Kant took the plate and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, we don't have much fresh water." ”

"Yes, but we're almost to the Sentry Oasis, where there's plenty of fresh water." The farmer replied.

"That's right."

Nodding, Kant lightly instructed, "Go and tell Captain Rowan to come to my tent after lunch." ”

"Yes, sir." The peasant replied respectfully and left the tent.

Kant took a big bite of his lunch with a wooden spoon.

The white bread was fluffy and delicious, and the butler of the Lion Castle had provided him with fine food before leaving. Including those black peppers, Kant, who is a nobleman, even if he is exiled, represents the blood and honor of the lion duke Cameron.

A baron will always be a baron and should have the decency he deserves.

At least now Kant doesn't have to worry about bad food, he eats quite well compared to the cavalry and peasants.

"It's a pity that I won't be able to eat it in the future."

Purifying the last bit of soup with white bread and putting it in his mouth, Kant chewed and swallowed.

Lunch time is exactly ten minutes.

He heard footsteps outside the tent, his leather boots crushing the slightly dry and hard surface of the sand, sinking into the dreak of the dunes.

Obviously, Rowan is coming.

"Lord Baron, I heard you're looking for me?"

Captain Rowan's voice appeared outside the tent, with a little respect, but also a little impatient.

"Please come in." Kant spoke in a calm voice, as if unperceived.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, Rowan bent down and got in, looked at Kant, and squeezed out a few smiles on his face: "Lord Baron, you are about to arrive at the sentry oasis, do you have any other arrangements?" ”

But before Kant could reply, he continued: "If it is all right, we will leave." ”

"Leave?"

Kant seemed to be a little puzzled, looked at Rowan and asked, "Shouldn't we go to the Sentry Oasis?" ”

With the destination in sight, Rowan had no patience to continue his trek through this harsh desert, and he was equally impatient to accompany the exiled baron to continue his duties.

What's more, as a cavalry captain, Rowan has experienced many wars, how can he not understand?

"Lord Baron, my cavalry can't wait."

He glanced at Kant deeply, and said in a normal tone: "They are asked by me to you, if we can, we want to get some drinking water, and start the return journey now." ”

This is a resolute request from the delegates, not a request for discussion.

Already bordering on impudence.

It also represents the attitude of Rowan and those cavalrymen who are almost out of control at the moment!

"Of course, if you want to."

To Rowan's surprise, Kant nodded happily and thanked him: "This journey is also all dependent on your protection, which is worthy of thanks." ”

"That's what we're supposed to do." Rowan smiled and nodded.

But then, Kant's words made his face change greatly: "It's just that our water is not much." ”