Lord of the Oasis Chapter 1: .Forward in the desert

Kant shook the reins lightly, and rode forward on the crippled warhorse under his crotch.

The early morning sun rises in the east of the Naron desert, hanging on the top of the endless dunes, releasing its mighty power and dispelling the cold of the night. In this barren khaki desert, it brings a An overwhelming heat wave.

Except for those uncivilized gnolls, no civilized race wants to set foot in this barren desert.

Including Kant and his team.

Twenty cavalrymen on warhorses with chainmail in their robes, thirty peasants as followers, and a carriage drawn by six chariots followed Kant through the desert.

"Call."

Sighing heavily, Kant frowned at the seemingly endless sand dunes ahead. Lifting the linen hood attached to the robe, the golden hair slipped from the neck, and the still immature face was also dirty and full of dust.

The amber-like eyes shrank, and Kant's expression on the horse was slightly solemn.

This is the Narun Desert, a world full of gravel, a barbaric, savage land.

Ten years ago, before being conquered by the Lion Principality, there was no civilization in this desert. As for those gnoll tribes, they are actually still in the primitive tribe state of hair and blood, eating raw prey.

Of course, the same goes for the gnolls now.

As the youngest son of the Duke, Kant naturally understands that this desert is not actually the territory of the Principality of Lions.

Even if the conquest was initiated, the Principality of the Lions occupied the entire southern part of the Nalen Desert ten years ago, but the ownership of this desert still exists only in the words of the Principality of the Lions.

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

On the map, the border of the Principality of Lions is the Sangwaya Mountains bordering the Narun Desert. The endless desert that continues to the north is still a borderless land.

Occupied by the gnoll tribe, no grazing, no farming, and unclaimed land with no use value at all!

Even in the Principality of the Lion, where desperate wanted criminals and fugitive slaves would not come.

"It's pathetic."

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

If it weren't for the lack of choice, he would not have set foot in this barren desert. What's more, it's still summer. The sunshine in June is like a bakery's oven, and the early morning sunshine makes the temperature of the entire desert soar to 50 degrees Celsius.

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

In this season, at noon in the Narun desert, the temperature can even reach an unbearable 70 degrees Celsius at the highest point.

"It's hot."

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

The horse took a few steps forward, and Kant turned around and shouted to the team behind: "Let's all work harder and speed up. If you don't want to be baked into toast by the noon sun, you need to set up camp before noon. Rest!"

"Understood."

There is a feeble response, and the peasants reach out and push the wagons to speed up.

They all walk on two legs, and the three carriages loaded with supplies have seriously dragged down the entire team's forward speed.

The big wheels made of solid wood, cut and nailed, are actually more suitable for the plain-based roads of the Principality of Lions. They run over the soft gravel of the desert, and let the strong pull of the cart pull the male's straight sound. Nose, the wheel, which was stuck in the sand with every step, was already turning hard, and it needed the help of these farmers to push the wheel to get a little faster.

Kant also understands that, looking at the team in action behind him, he can't help but sigh.

"This is really bad." Kant frowned.

"My lord the baron."

Behind him, Rowan, the captain of the cavalry, rode a warhorse to Kant's side.

This originally stable middle-aged man now has a bit of anxiety on his face, and he asked directly: "Please forgive my rudeness, but we really want to know, how long does it take to reach the sentry oasis?"

"How long?"

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

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

This is obviously not the ideal answer in his mind.

However, the corners of Kant's mouth were slightly raised, and his calm face did not have the slightest emotional fluctuations, and he said lightly: "But according to the estimate, we have been walking for 6 days. If the map and route are correct, then we should arrive at the destination soon. ."

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

The 6-day desert march has already made everyone reach their psychological and physical limits, and they have had enough.

Especially the fresh water reserves, also reached the red line today.

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

This is one of the reasons for Rowan's anxiety. Similarly, he and the 20 cavalry guards who served as escorts can leave when they reach their destination. They don't need to stay here with Kant and the 30 peasants.

Arrive at the sentry oasis as soon as possible, and they can also go back this morning and leave this cruel desert.

On the contrary, Kant did not care about this. Even if you reach the Sentinel Oasis, the final destination of this route, there is nothing to be happy about.

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

Thinking of the honor he received at the baron, Kant's mouth couldn't help but bring a mocking smile: "The canonization of the baron's territory, oh, it's so funny."

But the eyes are very cold.

He is the Baron of the Lion Duchy and therefore has his own domain.

His father, the king of the Principality of Lions, Cameron, the Duke of Lions, conferred the title of himself. He gave Kant the newly conquered Naron Desert ten years ago, and he became the owner of this vast desert and took charge of all rights.

Including their destination, Sentinel Oasis, the only oasis in the southern Narun Desert.

Kant is nominally a baron and the lord of the Naron desert.

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

"However, even in the desert, I have my own way of living."

The ridicule in Kant's eyes grew stronger.

As a traveler from the earth, Kant has his own trump card, which is the golden finger who came to this world.

"That's fine."

Kant squinted his eyes, as if looking straight ahead, but a system dialog box appeared on his retina.

[Main Mission: Build a Village]

【Reward: 1000 Dinars】

[Status: Incomplete]

[Introduction: Only when you have a village can you go to the lord. This is the first step like a cornerstone, please be careful. ]

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

Completing this main quest is actually quite simple.

As long as Kant arrives at the sentry oasis and lets the 20 cavalry of the Principality of Lions go back, then he can rely on the mighty power from the system to choose to build a village, and to concretize the buildings that only exist in the system in this world.

In the beginning, it is just a small village. With the development, it can be upgraded to a vast and huge city, or a towering and strong castle.

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

But now, having crossed the natural dividing line between the Nalen Desert and the Principality of Lions - the Sangwaya Mountains, Kant found that he no longer needed to be monitored and lived as before, for fear that his identity and identity as a traveler would be discovered. Goldfinger.

Also don't need to think, where is the mission village of the embodied system.

After all, the Principality of Lions belongs to a traditional medieval country, and almost the whole country is plain land, which has long since disappeared.

Whether hills or woodlands, or swamps and forests, they are the territories and fiefs of the nobles.

The Principality of Lions has been established for nearly three hundred years. The canonized nobles, or the minor nobles conferred by nobles, have occupied all the land that can be occupied. Now the whole country's class of earls, viscounts, and barons has been completely solidified.

The sudden appearance of a new village is basically the same as hitting a dog with a meat bun.

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

My vassal's vassal, not my vassal.

This famous term in the west of the earth is equally applicable even in this world.

Therefore, Kant is very cautious about his main quest, because once he loses his village, he loses everything. He does not dare to gamble, nor does he dare to be careless.

Even now, really head to the sentry oasis in the Naron Desert.

Kant understands that only what he controls is his own.

This is also the reason why Kant agreed to be granted the title of Nalen Desert.

"As soon as you get to the Sentinel Oasis, everything will be fine."

He clenched his fist slightly, and Kant's breathing was also a little heavy, but his spirit was very high.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

They are 30 peasants dressed in cheap linen clothes. They are sweaty and tired from pushing carts. They look like ordinary peasants. They are a group of lords who are following their lords to their fiefs .

But in fact, it is not!

These 30 peasants are all rewards that Kant received when he came to this world and completed temporary tasks.

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

Although they look malnourished and slightly thin, they are all 1.8 meters tall, lean and strong, and they are good at working in the arable land, and they are also workers who are eager to hire in any workshop.

However, they from the system are not just farmers.

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

Just like the troop upgrade tree in Mount & Blade.

Promoted to a dependable infantry force, the fortress-like Swadian Sergeant.

Promoted to excellent ranged fire strike, crossbow-wielding Swadian marksman.

As well as being promoted to a man and a horse, all equipped with double armor, the Swadian knight who can be called the king of the land!

"This is my future guarantee!"

Kant muttered to himself in his heart, and the look of hope returned to his eyes.

Riding on the warhorse, his waist was straight, staring at the sand dunes in the distance, encouraging the cavalry and farmers behind him: "Everyone work harder, to the sand dune on the horizon ahead, we can rest Three hours!"

"Long live!" The farmers cheered excitedly.

"Yes... long live..."

These cavalrymen from the Principality of the Lions ~IndoMTL.com~ responded similarly feebly. If it wasn't for the fact that Captain Rowan had told them that they were about to reach their destination, it is estimated that none of them would want to speak.

At the same time, the cavalry looked at the Swadian peasants like fools.

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

Even they thought it was funny.

Hope?

In the hot, bitter cold, and the Naron Desert, where all the evils can be described, there is hope that such things exist!

"It's unbelievably stupid."

Rowan also looked at the farmers coldly.

Naturally, they will not understand that these Swadian peasants actually exist in the presence of Kant.

Rowan raised his head and looked at Kant, with some contempt in his heart: "I have to bring so many people to bury myself when I die. Does this baron really think that he is the lord of the Nalun Desert and the owner of the sentry oasis?" /

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

It doesn't matter to him, when he reaches his destination, he will leave immediately with his people, without waiting for a moment.

In fact, it was not Rowan's own idea, the nobles of the entire Lion Principality had this idea. No one would think that this small oasis less than 300 meters in the southern Nalen Desert could have any prospects for development.

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

Including those who were exiled and slaughtered, but never actually left the desert—

The Gnoll Horde!