Kant shook the reins lightly and rode forward on the wilted war horse under his crotch.

The early morning sun rises in the east of the Narun Desert, hanging over the top of the endless sand dunes, releasing its mighty power, dispelling the cold of the night, and bringing a compelling heat wave in this barren and earthy desert.

With the exception of the uncivilized gnolls, no civilized race wants to set foot in this barren desert.

Including Kant and his team.

Twenty horsemen on war horses and chain mail in their robes, 30 peasants as retinues, and six wagons drawn by horses followed Kant through the desert.

"Whew."

With a heavy sigh, Kant frowned at the seemingly endless sand dunes ahead. The linen hood attached to the robe was lifted, and the golden hair slid down to the neck, and the still immature face was also dirty and full of dust.

Amber eyes shrunk, and Kant rode on his war horse with a slightly solemn expression.

This is the Naren Desert, a world full of gravel, an uncivilized wilderness, a savage place.

Ten years ago, before the Lion Duchy was conquered, there was no civilization in this desert. As for those gnolls tribes, they are actually still in a primitive tribal state with hair and blood, eating raw prey.

Of course, the same goes for those gnolls now.

As the youngest son of the Duke, Kant naturally understood that this desert was not actually the territory of the Duchy of Lion.

Even if the conquest was initiated, ten years ago, the Duchy of Lion occupied the entire southern part of the Narun Desert, but the ownership of this desert still existed only in the words of the Duchy Lion.

Even most scholars in China do not agree with this new levy at all.

On the map, the border of the Duchy of Lion is the Sanwaya Mountains bordering the Narun Desert. Further north, the endless desert is still borderland.

Occupied by the Jackal tribe, a borderless land that cannot be grazed, cultivated, and has no use value!

Even within the Lion Principality, desperate wanted criminals and fugitives don't come to a place.

"It's sad."

Kant shook his head and smiled very self-deprecatingly: "I actually came here." ”

If it weren't for the lack of choice, he wouldn't have set foot in this barren desert. What's more, it's still summer, and the June sun is as fierce as a bakery's oven, and the early morning sun makes the temperature soar to 50 degrees Celsius across the desert.

Kant looked up at the sky, the sun still slowly rising above the dunes.

In this season, at noon in the Narun Desert, the temperature can even reach 70 degrees Celsius, which is an unbearable temperature.

"It's hot."

Swallowing the slightly sticky saliva, Kant rearranged the breathable linen hood on his head, his brow furrowed a little tighter.

After riding his horse a few quick steps forward, Kant turned to the group behind him and shouted, "Let's all work hard, and if we don't want to be toasted by the midday sun, we need to camp and rest before noon!" ”

"Understood."

There was a feeble response, and the peasants reached out to push the wagon to speed up.

They all walked on two legs, and the three wagons full of supplies seriously slowed down the progress of the entire team.

The large wheels, made of solid wood and chopped nails, were actually more suitable for the plains of the Lion Principality, which ran over the soft sand of the desert, and the wheels that were stuck in the sand with every step were already turning with difficulty, and the farmers needed to help push the wheels to get a little faster.

Kant also understood, and couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the team that was moving behind him.

"It's terrible." Kant frowned.

"Lord Baron."

Behind him, Rowan, the captain of those cavalry, rode his war horse to Kant's side.

This originally steady middle-aged man now had a little anxiety on his face, and asked a little directly: "Please forgive my faux pas, but we really want to know, how long will it take to reach the sentry oasis?" ”

"How long?"

Kant's face was calm, his eyes looked at the endless sand dunes in front of him, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know. ”

Hearing this answer, Rowan's face became even more anxious.

This was clearly not the ideal answer in his mind.

But the corners of Kant's mouth curled slightly, and there was no slightest emotional fluctuation on his calm face, and he said lightly: "But according to estimates, we have been walking for 6 days, and if the map and route are correct, then we should be almost at the destination." ”

"Is it coming soon?" Rowan swallowed and spat, but felt a hot pain in his throat.

The six-day desert march had already brought everyone to the limits of both mental and physical fitness, and they had had enough.

Fresh water reserves, in particular, also reached the red line today.

After all, there were 51 people in the team, and 27 horses.

This was one of the reasons why Rowan was anxious, as he and the 20 cavalry escorted the guards, and they could leave when they arrived at their destination, and they didn't need to stay here with Kant and the 30 peasants.

Arriving at the Sentry Oasis as soon as possible, they can also go back this morning and leave this cruel desert.

On the contrary, Kant did not care about it in his heart. Even arriving at the Sentry Oasis, the final destination of the route, is not something to be happy about.

He would stay there forever, surrounded by an endless world of yellow sand.

Thinking about the honor he received at his coming-of-age ceremony, the corners of Kant's mouth couldn't help but bring a mocking smile: "The canonization of the baron's domain, oh, it's so funny." ”

But there was indifference in his eyes.

He is the baron of the Lion Duchy and will therefore have his own domain.

Canonized by his father, the king of the Duchy of Lion, Duke Cameron, he gave Kant the newly conquered Narun Desert ten years ago, and he became the master of this vast desert and held all rights.

Including their destination, the Sentry Oasis, the only oasis in the southern part of the Narun Desert.

Nominally, Kant was a baron, lord of the Narun Desert.

But who doesn't know that this is actually the cage where Duke Cameron, exiled his youngest son?

"But even in the desert, I have my way of survival."

The mockery in Kant's eyes grew stronger.

As a time-traveler from the earth, Kant has his own hole card, which is the golden finger that came to this world.

"That's fine."

Kant narrowed his eyes, as if looking ahead, but a system dialog appeared on the retina.

【Main Quest: Build a Village】

[Reward: 1000 Dinars]

[Status: Incomplete]

[Introduction: Only by owning a village can you go to the lord.] This is a cornerstone first step, so be careful. 】

This is the main task of the system release, which must be completed, and it is related to the subsequent system upgrade.

Completing this main quest is actually quite simple.

As long as Kant arrives at the Sentry Oasis and lets the 20 cavalry of the Duchy of Lion go back, then he will be able to rely on the power of the system and choose to build villages, concretizing the buildings that only exist in the system in this world.

What starts as a small village can be upgraded to a large city or a tall and sturdy castle as it grows.

In the past, Kant was worried that his village would have nowhere to settle.

But now, having crossed the natural dividing line between the Naren Desert and the Lion Principality, the Sanwaya Mountains, Kant finds that he no longer has to be monitored as before, for fear of being discovered as a traverser and a golden finger.

Again, there is no need to think about where exactly the task village is in the embodiment system.

After all, the Lion Principality belongs to the traditional medieval country, almost the whole country is plain land, and there is no borderland for a long time.

Whether it is hills or woodlands, or swamps and forests, they are all the territories and fiefs of the nobility.

The Lion Duchy has been established for nearly three hundred years, and the canonized nobles, or minor nobles canonized by the nobility, have occupied all the land that can be occupied, and now the class of counts, viscounts, and barons in the entire kingdom has been completely solidified.

The rash appearance of a new village is basically equivalent to meat buns beating dogs.

It is easy to establish, and the ultimate ownership belongs to another matter, and those nobles will not let go of the fat that comes to their mouths, even if Kant's father is a duke.

A vassal of my vassals, not my vassals.

This well-known phrase in the West of the Earth is applicable even in this world.

So Kant is very cautious about his main task, because once he loses his village, it is equivalent to losing everything, and he does not dare to gamble, and he also does not dare to be careless.

Even now, if you really go to the sentry oasis of the Narun Desert.

Kant understood that only what he controls in his hands is truly his own.

This is also the reason why Kant agreed to be given the title of Narun Desert.

"As soon as you reach the sentry oasis, everything will be fine."

Slightly clenched into fists, Kant's breathing was a little heavier, but his spirit was very uplifted.

Turn your head to look behind you.

It was 30 peasants dressed in cheap linen clothes, all sweating from the carts, looking like ordinary peasants, a group of lords who were following their lord to the territory to harvest the estate.

But in fact, this is not the case!

These 30 peasants were all rewarded by Kant for coming to this world and completing temporary tasks.

From the system, the peasants of the kingdom of Svadia.

Although they looked malnourished and slightly emaciated, they were all 1.8 meters tall, lean and strong, and they were good at working in the fields, and they were also hired workers in any workshop.

However, they are not just farmers from the system.

If Kant could provide the necessary training, including the appropriate weapons and equipment, they would also make excellent soldiers.

It's like the class upgrade tree in Mount & Blade.

Rise to the rank of a reliant infantry workhorse, a fortress-like Swadia sergeant.

Promoted to an excellent ranged firefight, crossbow-wielding Swadia marksman.

and Swadia knights who were promoted to even men and horses, all equipped with double armor, and can be called the king of the land!

"This is my guarantee for the future!"

Kant muttered to himself in his heart, and his eyes regained a look of hope.

Riding on his horse, his waist straightened, staring at the sand dunes in the distance, and encouraging the cavalry and peasants behind him: "Everyone work hard, to the sand dunes on the horizon in front, we can rest for three hours!" ”

"Hooray!" The peasants cheered excitedly.

"It's... Hooray..."

These cavalrymen from the Lion Principality also responded weakly. If it weren't for the fact that Captain Rowan had already told them that they were about to reach their destination, it is estimated that none of them would be willing to speak.

At the same time, these cavalrymen looked at the Svadian peasants like fools.

They really couldn't understand why these humble poor peasants really came to the barren desert, and still maintained such high spirits, as if they were full of hope for the future.

Even they thought it was ridiculous.

Wish?

In the hot, bitter cold, and all the harshness can be depicted in the Narun Desert, there is such a thing as hope!

"It's unbelievably stupid."

Rowan also looked at these farmers coldly.

Naturally, they don't understand that these Swadian peasants actually exist with Kant.

Rowan looked up at Kant, and there was also some disdain in his heart: "If you die and bring so many people to be buried with you, does this baron really think that he is the lord of the Narun Desert and the master of the sentry oasis?" ”

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer.

It doesn't matter to him, when he arrives at the destination, he will leave immediately with his own people, and he will not wait for a moment.

In fact, it was not Rowan's own idea, but the nobles of the entire Lion Principality. No one would have thought that in the southern part of the Naren Desert, this small oasis of less than 300 meters could have any future of development.

Moreover, in this barren desert, the heat of the day and the bitter cold of the night are not the only enemies of the human race.

Including those who have been expelled and slaughtered, and who have never actually left the Narun Desert—

Tribe of Gnolls!