In the early morning of the Narun Desert, the sun is still blazing.

Kant shook the reins and rode his horse forward.

Behind him were six heavily armed desert bandits, riding their own desert horses, with a pair of eyes full of vigilance and caution, not slackening at all, as if they were somewhere, an ambush enemy would appear.

They are heading to the depths of the desert.

During the scouting night, the Gnoll tribe attacked the Sentry Oasis.

"Look over there."

Kander grabbed the war horse under his crotch and squinted at the sand dunes in front of him.

That's a lot of bunkers.

Exhaling slowly, Kant turned his head and said, "It seems that our route is right. ”

"The traces they left behind are obvious."

The desert bandits followed, and one of them spoke, with obvious mockery in his tone: "With these simple dogs, I really don't know how they survive in the desert." ”

"If these dogs are in the desert of Salander, it is estimated that they will be swallowed and there will be no scum left."

The other desert bandits, equally taunting and disdainful.

The continent of Calradia is full of strife, and the endless wars have made them all like desert experts.

Looking at the conspicuous traces on the sand dunes, in their eyes, they are undoubtedly announcing in a high-profile manner: Hey, I'm here. You know, by following these traces, you can find our hometown. Come with us, we can't help but want to be slaughtered by you.

"It's ridiculous."

Kant nodded likewise, a mocking smile on his lips.

Kicking the horse's belly lightly, Kant shook the reins and said lightly: "Let's keep walking, pay attention to vigilance." ”

"Understood." The desert bandits responded in unison.

As cavalry, their ability to maneuver in a short period of time is stronger than that of gnolls as infantry.

Following the obvious stumble of footsteps in the sand, they went deep into the desert.

As long as there are no sandstorms, they don't worry about the route and direction, because behind them, there are also traces left by their own horses, which are unique to the Narun desert.

Gnolls don't have horses, and they don't have the concept of taming horses.

This creature, which can be domesticated and made up an important part of the cavalry, is actually no different from its prey in the eyes of the gnolls.

And there are no horses in the desert where the thirst will die.

There is only an endless sea of sand.

The vast expanse is very visually impactful.

This is also a symbol of extreme barrenness.

Even in Kant's view, the desert was even more desolate and cruel than any desert he had ever known before, making it almost impossible for any creature to survive.

Along the way, the impression is even deeper.

Even some of the most drought-tolerant shrubs that are common in deserts are very few.

Except for a few trees that can be seen under the sand dunes near the oasis, in the depths of this desert, where there is not the slightest moisture, there is no green at all, only the endless yellow sand, as if it wants to swallow everything.

Cruelty is like purgatory.

Kant's face was gloomy.

As he went deeper into the Narun Desert, the desolation from the barren land filled his heart.

"Who would live in a place like this?"

Swallowing saliva, Kant's mouth was dry as if it could breathe fire.

The same was true of the six desert bandits behind him, one of whom immediately took off the water bladder on his horse's back and took the initiative to hand it to Kant with great eyesight: "My lord, drink some water first." ”

"Hmm."

Kant nodded, reaching out to take the water bladder.

It's a little cooler to start with, and it's a spring water poured into the pond of the Sentry Oasis.

Take a big sip, refreshing with a bit of sweetness.

The spring water drowned out the heat in his heart, but Kant's heart was still heavy.

The goal of this mission is to reconnoiter the location of the gnoll tribe and explore the possible existence of saline-alkali land, but he has wasted a morning so far, which really makes him a little anxious.

He didn't want to get nothing.

"Keep walking, hurry up, it's almost noon."

Kant admonished him, and continued to ride his horse, speeding up his march.

The six desert bandits behind him nodded, wiped the water stains from the corners of their mouths, and also sped up to keep up after placing the water bladders.

After all, they are all cavalry.

Compared to the speed when Kant first left the Sanwaya Mountains and headed for the Sentry Oasis, it was at least 10 times faster, and there was a clear route, and the speed of the entire seven-person team was very fast.

At noon, after a short break.

When the sun slows down and the temperature drops, we will continue our journey.

Until the sun sets in the west and dusk appears.

Kant and the others finally stopped walking, because just a hundred meters away from the messy trail under their feet, a gathering place of a large number of tents appeared in front of them.

It's a tribe of gnolls.

Kant's eyes shrank slightly.

Without his need for much command, the desert bandits beside him immediately jumped off their horses and hid behind the sand dunes with their desert horses, so as to prevent these extremely large numbers of gnolls from discovering them and causing unnecessary trouble.

Kant also rolled over and dismounted, handing the reins to the desert bandits behind him.

Then he walked towards the top of the sand dune, and carefully crouched down to observe: "This gnoll tribe looks much bigger than the tribe in the sentry oasis. After a pause, he added, "At least 3 times." ”

"Maybe more." The other two desert bandits who followed him had solemn eyes in their eyes.

As far as they could observe, this tribe of gnolls was indeed very large.

Tents made of various materials, piled up in a mess on the sand, without the slightest planning, let these gnolls with long pointed teeth and gray fur roaming around the tent at will, like a slum.

The ground was littered with garbage, leftover bones.

There is also excreted filth, which covers almost the entire sandy area of the Gnoll tribe.

Many young gnolls are wallowing in these excretory filth, chasing each other, as if these are not dirty things, but clean and hygienic plasticine, and there is no concept of dirt at all.

"It's disgusting."

Kant spat to the side.

He now finally understood why those gnolls always had a strange stench on them.

Here's why.

"My lord, I have sad news."

The desert bandit spoke, and said in a solemn tone: "Judging by visual inspection, the adult gnoll is close to 2000, and the juvenile gnoll is 200, if nothing else, this should be a well-developed gnoll tribe." ”

"It's a shame." Kant nodded, his eyes gloomy.

Slowly bowing his head, Kant looked deeply in front and said: "The gnoll tribe that is close to 2500 is less than 1 day away from our sentry oasis, no matter how you think about it, it is very dangerous. ”

"They also seem to have a food source for hunting."

The desert bandit continued to speak, his tone more solemn: "It's worse. ”

Kant narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction indicated by the desert bandits.

He looked slightly stunned.

But in an instant, his face became even more gloomy.

At the edge of the messy tents of these gnolls tribes, many of the slaughtered livestock were laid out to dry on the sand, and at a cursory glance, there were at least 300 desert antelopes that had been skinned.

It looks like it's been dried for a while, and it's all shrunk to the appearance of air-dried meat.

This is one of the few animals that can survive in the Narun Desert.

It is drought-tolerant, can eat a variety of vegetation, adapts to desert life, and has extremely tenacious vitality.

In the vast Sanwaya Mountains, where the natural boundary between the Naren Desert and the Lion Principality exists, many of these desert antelopes live, and Kant certainly knew this.

Even in the villages of the Lion Principality to the south, hunters go to the mountains to hunt desert antelopes.

But his brows furrowed, although he knew that there were many desert antelopes near the Sanwaya Mountains, but he didn't know that there were also desert antelopes in this area deep in the desert.

And it became the prey of this tribe of gnolls.

"My lord, there is a little bit that you may not have noticed."

The other desert bandit spoke, his face a little frightened.

Kant frowned: "What? ”

The psychological quality of the desert robbers is still okay, but such a frightened expression surprised Kant a little.

But then, there was also shock in his eyes.

Kant apparently discovered what he was talking about, and couldn't help blurting out: "This... No way! ”

"Yes, it really exists."

The desert bandit swallowed slightly, and said in a slow tone, "Lord Lord, I don't know what's going on at all, but it's the reality. "This tribe of gnolls has no springs, no lakes, no soil, and is not an oasis at all, but they are right here. ”

Their faces were striking.

In the Gnoll tribe, just a hundred meters away, there were indeed messy tents everywhere.

Everywhere there are gnolls in rudimentary linen suits, as well as juvenile gnolls who have no scruples about hygiene.

Including the inspection of filth, household garbage.

But no matter how Kant observed, there was no oasis in the flat sand in front of him!

It's really as the desert robbers say.

There is no spring.

There is no lake.

There is no soil.

There are no oases.

But in this Naren desert, there is no oasis, no water resources, it is equivalent to death!

How could it be that this tribe of gnolls had developed so well?

The Jackal tribe, which is close to 2,500 in number, can already be regarded as a large tribe, but now it is just in this desert, in a desert area with no oasis and no water, which is really heart-palpitating.

It's even more frightening.

Kant couldn't help but mutter, "It's not scientific. ”

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