Lord of the Oasis

Yes, the enemy.

The hearts of these six desert robbers were awe-inspiring, and the standard spears were already clenched in their hands.

Just in front of this sandy road, at the end of the moonlight's sight, there were seven or eight black figures standing on the sand dunes beside the road, motionless, as if they were staring at them.

"Prepare for battle."

Kant's voice sounded, and he also took off the light crossbow on his back.

Pulling the bowstring forcefully, the sharp iron crossbow arrow was already attached to it. With his raised arm, he aimed at the figure on the distant sand dune, and gently pulled the trigger with his fingers.

The desert robber's hand also untied the cloth pocket on his back, and the thick handle of the short javelin also appeared on the back of his neck.

These bandits in the desert are better at throwing right away.

They were all ready to fight.

"Be careful."

Kant is also reminding, and at the same time, the horse is slowly approaching.

It is still a safe distance, so they dare to keep approaching. This is the confidence of cavalry, because once they perceive that the enemy's strength is too strong to compete, they will immediately retreat.

Coming and going like the wind, super mobile, this is the cavalry.

But their caution was ignored by the shadows standing on the sand dunes.

It was as if he was just standing on the sand dune, motionless, quietly watching Kant and the others, without the slightest movement at all, nor the slightest detection of the enemy's voice.

"My lord, there is something wrong with this." A desert robber said.

Looking at the sand dunes, these robbers who are good at desert combat have not frozen their heads by the low temperature, and their thinking is still quite flexible.

Looking at the shadow above, they instinctively found an abnormality.

"Let's take a closer look."

Kant nodded, he also noticed this, but still whispered: "If there is a situation, retreat immediately."

"Understood." The desert robbers responded.

They slowly followed the desert road and continued onward.

As the distance approached, Kant's brows were wrinkled, and his eyes were fixed on the dark shadow in the distance.

It turned out that he was not mistaken. Although his vision was a little blurry due to the night, Kant was absolutely sure that the seven or eight standing shadows were gnolls.

A head like a beast, covered in hair.

These are the distinctive features of gnolls, and Kant, who has already had a fierce conflict with them, will not admit mistakes.

But this time, his brows furrowed.

"Why do the gnolls on the dunes feel strange?" he asked.

"Yes."

The desert robber nodded at the same time, his face solemn.

In their eyes, the gnolls who are getting closer and closer are quite unnatural at all, standing with their heads slumped, as if... they are tied to something!

The bright moonlight shines, making the sand dunes clearer.

Kant's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's..." He couldn't help but blurt out, the emotions in his heart fluctuated violently.

"Sir, be careful!"

The desert robber behind him kicked the horse's belly, and the 6 people moved forward quickly, the spears in their hands clenched tightly, and their eyes swept around vigilantly.

Simply, nothing unusual.

There are no enemies either.

They all breathed a sigh of relief, but their eyes turned to the top of the dunes again, still horrified.

Because on the top of the dune, there are indeed 7 gnolls, with fangs on their lower jaws, gray fur all over their bodies, jackal-like heads, and human-like bodies.

But now, they are really tied to the wooden post.

Thick and long hemp ropes bound these gnolls, from the thighs to the chest and abdomen, they were all tied tightly.

"what happened?"

The light crossbow in Kant's hand was still clenched tightly, but the horse's belly was slightly kicked.

The warhorse under the crotch has a consonance,

Feeling this force, the forward speed becomes slower.

The desert robber behind him had the same solemn expression, his eyes fixed on the seven gnolls, and someone said, "They are all mummified corpses. According to the temperature of the Naron desert, they have been tied to them for at least a week."

"One week?"

Kant narrowed his eyes: "Is this a punishment?"

"It is estimated that it is an execution." The desert robber replied.

If it wasn't for execution, then the gnolls on these seven wooden pillars would never have been sun-dried into mummified corpses.

The appearance of being directly tied to a wooden pillar and then being brutally exposed to death by the blazing sun of the Naron Desert is comparable to the cruelest punishment.

"But why, they will be executed?" Kant frowned more and more tightly.

But he was not afraid. Instead, he glanced at the sand dunes in front of him vigilantly, and instructed the desert robbers behind him, "Get up and take a look!"

Anyway, they are cavalry, without any fear.

With the two legs of those gnolls, they can't catch up with them.

And Kant didn't believe that these gnolls would really find that seven of them would come here.

In order to ambush them, such an obvious trap was specially set up.

Obviously, if this is the case, it would be better for those gnolls to directly attack the sentry oasis. Compared with their fast-moving cavalry, villages with fixed orientations are obviously more targeted and gain more.

"drive!"

Kant shook the horse's reins, his legs clenched tightly around the warhorse.

The light crossbow was aimed at the front, but when they all rushed to the top of the sand dune, they did not encounter the slightest enemy.

Kant looked at the mummified gnoll in front of him, grinning, and couldn't help frowning: "They died really miserably."

"Alive to death." The desert robber nodded: "I didn't drink a little water."

This kind of punishment has been experienced by all ethnic groups and races in desert areas.

The Sultanate of Sarande used to have this kind of punishment, but it was against the most vicious enemies or prisoners who had committed certain unforgivable sins.

"It's so sad."

Kant looked elsewhere, the role of these mummified corpses was to shock.

He died miserably before his death, and he will be used after death.

But he has no sad mood, because these are gnolls, who are his enemies. If possible, Kant would even want all these gnolls to be sunburned to death, thus saving him a huge trouble in the early stage!

"That...that's..."

Looking around, Kant surveyed.

But when he saw the north, towards the horizon of the dunes, his eyes suddenly widened: "It's saline-alkali land!"

Kant couldn't help exclaiming.

Just north of the dunes, under the bright moonlight, patches of white like the sea were spreading, as if they were about to rush towards this side and devour the entire desert.

This is exactly the saline-alkali land that Kant was looking for!

And this also proves the desert robber's statement that there is indeed a natural open-pit salt mine here!

"This is real."

Kant swallowed and spit, the hand holding the light crossbow was clenching tightly.

Perhaps in the eyes of modern people, this is just a pile of useless saline-alkali land, and the salt accumulated on the ground is also inferior coarse salt. Except for industrial use, it will not enter the lives of ordinary people at all.

But in this medieval antiquity, it was a luxury.

Once in Poland in the previous life, there was an underground salt mine. For hundreds of years, the edible salt of the entire European continent was produced, and it also brought 30% of the annual tax to Poland, which shows the huge profits of the salt industry!

"Sir, the tent over there."

The desert robbers spoke, and they found an anomaly,

On the edge of that saline-alkali land, nearly forty or fifty tattered tents were being set up there.

It looks like it's those gnolls again!