Lord of the Oasis

PS: There are two bottles of hanging bottles in the morning. I slept in the afternoon. I feel better in the evening. I should be able to resume the update tomorrow. Recommend a friend's "I'm not a heroine", this is a serious story of a woman dressed in the game! laugh.

Kant Zema was in front, and Rolfe briefly reported the recent situation.

There is nothing to report.

Looking at the position 100 meters south of the central station, thousands of mercenaries have gathered there, all clenching their weapons, aggressive, trying to resist, and you know that the comers are not good.

The good will naturally not come to this barren desert of Naron!

"Let's go."

Kant nodded, his tone calm.

Knocked lightly on the belly of the horse, drove 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 he's here to hang out." Rolfe's mouth curled up, his face slightly grim: "It's just that he brought a little more gifts."

"I like that word."

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

The horse under the crotch quickened its pace.

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

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

And the rear is ready.

30 royal knights led 200 knights to form a charge formation.

The 1,000 Swadian light infantrymen, with their left arm shields on their chests and their right Germanic swords clenched tightly, lined up in four rows, advancing step by step as the heavy cavalry roamed in front.

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

Elite troops.

Those arrogant mercenaries trembled in their hearts.

mercenary looking at money,

If you 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 is in a state of anxiety, your own casualties are too large, and the speed of collapse is definitely faster than that of the regular army.

Protecting the family and protecting the country and everything looking at money are completely two concepts!

Kant rode close.

Guarded by 20 Sarion Lion Knights, he wasn't much afraid yet.

But in front of him, there were 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.

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

All are extremely careful.

Including Baron Dylan in front of them.

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

It was enough to surprise the knights with the armor-like armor worn by them.

And the heavily armed infantry in the rear!

Everyone was issued chain mail, covered with linen robes, wore an iron helmet, and held a shield and a sword. Their appearance was not weaker than the infantry of the high-ranking nobles in the Southern Commander of the Lion Principality, who used their family strength for generations!

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, and now there are still so many. The powerful strength can make the humble little noble live peacefully in this barren desert.

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

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

Horseshoe step.

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

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

Kant nodded with a smile.

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

It's just that the two sides led their troops to the battle, and the atmosphere seemed extremely strange.

Baron Dylan didn't seem to check. Instead, he 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?"

"Still very good."

Kant shrugged: "It's just a little trouble."

"Oh, this is 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 worry, I I brought a lot of servants and troops this time, just to help you get rid of those uncivilized bloody 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 was talking about was 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 approaching heavy cavalry and infantry phalanx behind Kant, he still suppressed the tyranny in his heart, and coughed lightly: "Maybe the trouble will be resolved soon, I believe in your ability, little Kant."

"Of course, it can be solved." Kant smiled.

Kant is telling the truth.

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

The real trouble is the creeping undead.

However, after solving the Stone Pass in the south and deterring the nobles of the Principality of Lions with the cruelest 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 bring so many servants and soldiers to help me, I am also very move."

"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 said instead: "Since you have come, then don't leave. There are actually many jobs in my territory that need help, such as digging for salt, and there are a lot of miners missing. I think your mercenaries are very suitable, why don't you stay and follow me."

"You..." Baron Dylan's eyes narrowed as he swept across Kant's tender 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 the same Kant.

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

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

"Our relationship is 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.

He swallowed slightly.

Cold sweat is pouring 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 mistake!

That is…

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

Do not!

Baron Dylan's eyes raised a little panic.

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

This is not right!

Take control now...

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!

Including the current command of these troops!

"I…"

Baron Dylan apparently found this out.

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

Just when he was about to say something, a fiery red light suddenly burst out behind him. The original vassal knight suddenly burst into flames while the two sides were chatting. Kant.

"go to hell!"

This vassal knight's eyes widened, and his body was extremely fast!

It was extremely sudden!

"Boom-" "Boom-"

But he burst out suddenly, 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 fierce lion.

With a crisp sound, the long sword in the hands of the vassal knight was broken into two pieces.

And this vassal knight has stopped his violent figure, and the whole person is standing there, but there is a knight sword flashing blood-red arrogance around his neck, and the lion knight staring at him coldly in front of him.

"explain!"

Rolf scolded 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, and they all stopped, looked at this side coldly, and looked like they were going to charge at any time!

"me…"

The vassal knight was covered in cold sweat.

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 at the same time 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 full 20 great knights!

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

"explain…"

Baron Dylan was still beating drums in his heart, and in fact his temples were dripping with cold sweat.

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

After all, at the time, they thought they were at an advantage.

Even if the puppet of Kant is killed, not only will it be fine, but perhaps Baron Dylan can replace it.

It's just that things are impermanent.

It is even more unpredictable!

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

Just wanted to stop this plan, but it was too late.

"this matter…"

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

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

Blood lines appear.

The long sword slid down the flimsy throat.

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