Even after coming into this world, the basic scientific outlook still exists.

Eat, drink, sleep.

Exercise, work, rest.

But right in front of Kant, something happened that puzzled and shocked him.

This large-scale tribe of gnolls, which is not located next to an oasis with abundant water resources, but is directly in the desert, and can thrive for a long time, which simply makes Kant's eyes widen.

He couldn't help but purse his lips and whispered, "Maybe there's water around?" ”

"No, there isn't any water."

The desert robbers shook their heads, not agreeing with Kant's statement.

Looking around at the surrounding sand dunes, he said in a solemn tone: "If there was plenty of groundwater here, there would definitely be some drought-resistant plants growing here, but if you look closely, you can see that there is nothing here." ”

There was only sand and sand all over the sky.

Kant narrowed slightly.

"But how did these gnolls survive?" He spoke, his tone somewhat solemn.

The desert bandit shook his head: "I don't know. ”

"They can't eat some sand to replenish fresh water, right?"

Kant's face was gloomy, and the large number of tents in front of him were placed in a mess, including a large number of gnolls, all of which made his face extremely ugly, which was a power that could easily destroy his still young "Deherim".

Taking a deep breath, Kant forcibly suppressed his emotions: "They definitely have water. ”

Yes, there is a water source.

Kant was sure.

If there were no water source, these gnolls would never have established a tribe here.

No one wants to die.

Even if these gnolls are still in the primitive tribal period.

"Look, they're starting to cook."

The desert bandit spoke, catching Kant's attention.

It's dusk, and it's time for dinner, and these gnolls are no exception.

In each tent, a lot of elderly gnolls came out.

With the cooperation of the female jackals, they took pieces of torn air-dried meat and began to distribute them to the surrounding gnolls, apparently still under tribal ownership, and even food was distributed by the tribe.

Including the most precious fresh water in the desert.

However, this time, the fresh water comes from the very center of the entire tribe.

It was a huge tent, five times larger than the other gnolls, like a traditional house, supported and bound by various woods, with a rugged aesthetic.

"The tent of the Gnoll Chieftain?"

Kant narrowed slightly, apparently recognizing the background of the largest tent in the center.

This made the doubts in his heart even stronger.

Then he found that there was an old gnoll who came out with a wooden cane, and even though he was in the sand dune, hundreds of meters away from the center of the gnoll tribe, there was still a palpitation in his chest.

"This old gnoll looks dangerous."

The desert robbers felt the same way, and couldn't help but say to Kant: "It makes people feel a sense of fear." ”

"Hmm." Kant nodded and frowned, "Keep quiet, they won't find us." ”

In the big tent in the center, it seemed that the old gnolls had said something, and the gnolls of the entire tribe began to converge and form a zigzag queue.

Among them are the gnolls who bite and fight each other because of their ferocious nature.

But then a stronger gnoll came out of the big tent.

"Chief of the Gnolls."

Kant was familiar with the writings of scholars, and instantly thought of the identity of this strong jackal.

This strong gnoll man was wearing a piece of ill-fitting chain mail, which looked like it had been ripped off from a human, and could only barely fit the upper half of his body.

The lower body is made of two other sets of chain mail.

Of course, there is also the outermost linen robe, which covers the traces of chain mail on the body, and also gives this strong gnoll chief a kind of deterrence in strength.

There is also a hand, unlike the two-handed heavy axes used by other gnolls.

Ten years ago, in the process of the conquest of the Duchy of Lion, several more powerful gnoll tribes were destroyed, and the gnoll chieftain led by him was generally dressed like this, and Kant also had some impressions of this.

But when he thought of the books he had read, Kant's mind froze.

He thought of a record he had seen.

"That old gnoll... It turned out to be a gnoll shaman who could unleash witchcraft? ”

Kant's eyes widened slightly.

In the big tent, the old jackal with a wooden staff was indeed one with the book in his memory, because it was too clear in his eyes.

Moreover, only the Gnoll Shaman who can unleash witchcraft is eligible to be in the same tent as the Gnoll Chieftain.

"It's even more troublesome."

Slowly gritting his teeth, Kant also had a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although there are not many spellcasters in this world, they are definitely not easy to mess with.

For example, when scholars in the Duchy of Lion recorded the gnoll shaman they encountered ten years ago, they directly marked the message that "they should focus on attacking this target to ensure that they are killed in the shortest possible time".

Because this kind of gnoll shaman really has the spells he has mastered.

For example, the bloodthirsty art that can make people forget their pain and only know how to kill.

A grumpy technique that makes people irritable and has a high desire to kill.

It is even a stone skin technique that makes the skin as hard as a stone.

These are the tricks that the Gnoll Shaman is good at.

In fact, ten years ago, during the conquest of the Duchy of Lion, whenever a tribe with a gnoll shaman was encountered, it was necessary to pay a certain amount of casualties to defeat the tribe.

This is a standard regular army that includes infantry, cavalry, archers, and even mages.

If the current Kant troops come to attack this tribe, even if the number of this gnoll tribe is about the same as the number of Kant's troops, but adding a gnoll shaman, the consequences will be extremely bad.

This is the caster's advantage.

"Their water is out!"

The desert robber let out an exclamation of surprise, interrupting Kant's musings.

Kant frowned and stared, just in front of the big tent, there was a jackal man holding a dilapidated clay pot, gulping down water, and after drinking, he handed the clay pot to the next one, and walked to the side.

And the next Gnoll, too.

One after another, the entire gnoll tribe began to replenish fresh water during this time.

"There's a well in that big tent!"

The desert bandits glanced at each other, and they all saw the affirmation in each other's eyes.

And Kant also nodded, frowning: "It is true that there is a well, I really didn't expect that their tribe would find a desert with a well, no wonder it has developed so well." ”

"If there are wells, then there is abundant groundwater."

The desert bandit's face was also suspicious: "But why, the surrounding vegetation is so loose?" ”

It's not just a loose problem, it's not at all!

Kant's brow furrowed, and he didn't know how to explain the question.

Exhaling slowly, he commanded the desert bandits behind him, "Now we can go back." ”

The reconnaissance mission is complete.

It's just that the result is somewhat difficult to accept.

Kant also thought that this Gnoll tribe was no different from the Gnoll tribe in the sentry oasis before, but now looking at the number of at least 2,500 gnolls, his heart cooled.

This is an irresistible quantity.

"Think long-term."

Kant gritted his teeth and comforted himself.

At the very least, he still has time to reschedule.

If it is really impossible to resist so many gnolls, then it is not impossible to decisively abandon the sentry oasis and retreat back to the Sanwaya Mountains, especially since Kant still has 65 Swadia infantry, which is enough to deal with the complex mountain environment.

It's just that he really left this desert, and Kant felt a little unbearable in his heart.

After all, this is the place where he plans to develop well!

"My lord, maybe we can continue to move deeper into the desert."

But a desert bandit gave his opinion.

He looked at the depths of the Naren Desert, with a bit of solemnity on his face: "It seems that in the depths of the Naren Desert, there is something, you see the traces left by these jackals walking on the desert, it should lead to the depths of somewhere." ”