Lord of the Oasis Chapter 309: .Assassination of the vassal knight

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Kant rides the horse in front, and Rolfe briefly reports the recent situation.

Nothing to report either.

Look at the location 100 meters south of the central station. Thousands of mercenary groups have gathered there, all clenching their weapons and aggressive. The appearance of trying to resist shows that the comers are not good.

The good will not come to this barren desert!

"Let's go."

Kant nodded, his tone calm.

Lightly knocked on the crotch, got off the horse's belly, swept the horse forward, swept the group of mercenaries in front, and said lightly: "Go and meet my Uncle Dylan, huh, what does this guy want to do?"

"I guess I'm here to hang out." Rolfe's mouth twitched, his face slightly grim: "It's just that he brought a little more gifts."

"I like the word."

Kant turned his head to look at Rolfe, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Gift."

The crotch steed quickened its pace.

The 20 Sarion lion knights served as personal guards, closely following Kant and Rolfe, each with stern faces, their eyes swept across the group of mercenaries like lions, and swept the front position, Baron Dylan. and the 3 knights behind him.

In the perception of these lion knights, these four guys are undoubtedly the biggest threat!

And the rear prepares.

30 royal knights, leading 200 knights in charge formation.

The 1,000 Swadian light infantry, with their left arm shield on their chest, and their right Germanic sword clenched tightly, lined up in a full 4 rows, advancing step by step as the heavy cavalry in front roamed.

The appearance of advancing layer by layer made this desert trampled, making the sound of uniform footsteps.

Elite troops.

The hearts of the arrogant mercenaries trembled.

The mercenaries who look at money, if they really go to war with the highly disciplined regular army, there may be no problem in a short period of time, but once the war becomes anxious, their own casualties are too large, and the speed of collapse is definitely faster than that of the regular army. quick.

Defending the family and the country and looking at money in everything are completely two concepts!

Kant rides his horse close.

Guarded by 20 Knights of Sarion's Lions, he has little fear.

But in front of him, there are still 5 lion knights riding horses and holding shields, blocking the space in front of them, and strictly preventing the mercenary troops from secretly aiming crossbowmen. This is the basic common sense as an escort.

Inferior infantry with a crossbow, secretly attacking and shooting, can kill noble knights.

Everyone is extremely careful.

Including Baron Dylan ahead of them.

Facing Kant and his guards who were slowly approaching, as well as the heavy cavalry and infantry phalanx pressing down from behind, everyone looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

The knights are amazed by the artefact-like armor.

And the heavily armed infantry in the rear!

Everyone is given chain mail, a linen robe, an iron helmet, and holds a shield and a sword. Their appearance is not weaker than those of the high-ranking nobles in the Southern Commandery of the Lion Principality, who have been cultivated for generations with the strength of their families. Infantry!

How could Kant, the youngest son of the exiled Duke, have such power in such a short time?

"Princess Sophia's heritage!"

Baron Dylan gritted his teeth.

As for the hidden strength of the Yinpan Kingdom still in the Principality of Lions, he also felt a little chill in his heart. After more than ten years, he was strictly guarded year by year, and the nobles were purged. With such a strong strength, the humble little aristocrat can live in this barren desert safely.

He is envious and jealous. What Kant has now, he yearns even more. If possible, he will borrow the heritage left by Princess Sophia and gain a new life!

To do this, he shakes the reins of the warhorse under his crotch.

Horseshoe stride.

He squeezed a smile on his face, raised his right hand to signal peace and greetings: "Little Kant, if I remember correctly, it's been a long time."

"Yeah, Uncle Dylan, long time no see."

Kant smiled and nodded.

The attitude is very peaceful, just like in the past.

It's just that the two sides are leading the battle, but the atmosphere is very strange.

Baron Dylan didn't seem to check, but he still stroked his beard and greeted with a smile: "You are still so handsome, I don't know how you are doing recently, how are you doing?"

"Still very good."

Kant shrugged: "Just a little trouble."

"Oh, that's really a pity." Baron Dylan smiled: "I don't know, can I be of any help?" Looking at Kant, he patted his chest: "If it's those gnolls, I don't think you need to I'm worried, I brought a lot of servants and troops this time, just to help you get rid of those uncivilized **** robbers!"

"Thank you very much." Kant nodded again, with a pause in his tone: "It's just that the troubles I've encountered recently are not those gnolls, but some other evil guys."

Naturally what Kant is talking about is the undead in the depths of the desert.

But Baron Dylan's expression was slightly condensed.

He thought he was alluding to himself.

Sweeping the phalanx of heavy cavalry and infantry that was getting closer and closer behind Kant, he still suppressed the tyranny in his heart and coughed lightly: "Perhaps the trouble will be resolved soon, I believe in your ability, little Kant. "

"Of course, it does." Kant smiled.

Kant is telling the truth.

Baron Dylan in front of him, and his mercenary regiment, are not really troublesome.

The real trouble is the creeping undead.

However, after solving the Stone Pass in the south and deterring the nobles of the Lion Principality with the most brutal means, Kant can put away his forces and focus on solving the undead invasion in the north.

This is a planned strategic approach.

As for how to deal with Baron Dylan and his mercenary group in front of him, Kant didn't take it to heart, just looked at him and nodded lightly: "Uncle Dylan, you brought so many servants and soldiers to help me directly, I am also very touched."

"However, it seems that I am self-indulgent."

Baron Dylan laughed dryly: "Maybe you don't need me now, you can hold your territory."

"I can hold it all the time." Kant smiled, but instead said: "Since you have come, then don't leave. In fact, there are still many jobs in my territory that need help, such as digging salt, which is lacking a lot. I think your mercenaries are very suitable, you might as well stay and follow me.”

"You..." Baron Dylan's eyes narrowed as he swept across Kant's immature face. He wanted to say something, but he was speechless for a while. He just opened his mouth, but his heart was beating extremely fast.

Kant is still that Kant.

It's just that the two parties are in different positions.

And Baron Dylan squinted, he still had a smile on his face: "Little Kant, I... don't understand what you mean, you know, our relationship..."

"We are very close!"

Kant interrupted him, still with a faint smile on his face: "So, you will help me, won't you?" He said, focusing on: "My dear, Uncle Dylan."

But Baron Dylan's eyes narrowed suddenly.

You swallowed slightly.

The cold sweat broke out.

Looking at the immature Kant in front of him, the arrogant but respectful Rolf beside him, and the layers of heavy cavalry and infantry behind him, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have miscalculated something.

Very serious error!

That is...

At present, it seems that Kant, who he thought should be a puppet, is currently in control of the situation!

No!

Baron Dylan's eyes flashed with panic.

His sanity brought him back to his senses quickly, and he looked at Kant's calm face and trembled inwardly.

That's not right!

Now in full control of...

It's Kant!

This young duke's second son, just like his father, directly controls all the rights in a short period of time during the blank period of power transfer!

Includes current command of these units!

"I..."

Baron Dylan apparently found this out.

He opened his mouth, and suddenly realized that his plan seemed to be completely ridiculous due to the information asymmetry!

Just when I was about to say something, a fiery red light suddenly burst out behind me. The original vassal knight suddenly burst into flames while the two sides were chatting. The searing heat rushed towards Kant.

"Go to hell!"

This vassal knight's eyes are wide open, and his body is extremely fast!

The explosion was extremely sudden!

"Bang——""Bang——"

But he suddenly burst out, and next to Kant, the blood-red arrogance burst even more quickly!

The two Sarion lion knights were strictly guarded, and the knight swords around their waists were instantly drawn out of their sheaths, and they rushed directly to meet the figure of the vassal knight, and handed over the soldiers.

"When—"

The blood-red arrogance turned into a ferocious lion.

With a crisp sound, the long sword in the vassal knight's hand was completely broken into two pieces.

And this vassal knight has stopped his violent figure. He stood there, but there was a blood-red knight sword around his neck, and the sword in front of him staring at him coldly. Lion knight.

"Explain!"

Rolfe scolds coldly.

The other lion knights have already put their hands on the hilt, and the faint blood-red arrogance can burst out at any time.

Even behind, those knights and infantrymen saw this happening, they all stopped and looked here coldly, looking like they were going to charge at any time!

"I...I..."

The vassal knight was sweaty.

He didn't expect that in just a short while, as a great knight, he was easily restrained!

And the two big knights with unfamiliar faces were also full of cold sweat, and their eyes were full of haze. They never thought that such an accident would happen!

I didn't expect that there would be so many great knights by Kant's side!

A total of 20 great knights!

This made those ordinary knights terrified, standing behind Baron Dylan for a while, staring at all this in stunned eyes, their legs felt weak.

"Explain..."

Baron Dylan is still beating drums in his heart, in fact sweating down his temples.

Looking at the pleading gaze of the vassal knight, their plan had taken into account that if the assassination failed, Baron Dylan would be in charge, and temporarily covered up this matter.

At the time, after all, they thought they were at an advantage.

Even if the puppet Kant is killed, not only will it be fine, but maybe Baron Dylan can take his place.

It's just that things are unpredictable~IndoMTL.com~ It's even more unpredictable!

The puppet that Baron Dylan expected was not only a puppet, but a real big devil, a terrifying demon with hidden strength behind him, which made him fall into it.

I tried to stop the plan, but it was too late.

"This matter..."

Baron Dylan's hand rests on the hilt at his waist.

Looking at Kant, he turned his head to look at the vassal knight again, a ferocious look suddenly appeared in his eyes, he drew his sword, and instantly cut through the throat of his friend, the loyal great knight.

Blood lines appear.

The long sword slashed down the fragile throat.

Baron Dylan's face became solemn, and he said solemnly: "Attempting to assassinate Baron Kant is a death penalty!"