Lord of the Oasis

Inside the Central Station.

Rolf was sitting in the middle of the bench with Erlang's legs, a silver toothpick in his mouth, and his face was arrogant.

Three royal knights wearing plate armor stood behind the chair. The full-cover plate armor could not see the face, but the eyes in the hole were as indifferent as the dead.

This is the absolute elite, the elite in the elite!

before.

Baron Dylan sat quietly.

Behind the 30 knights wearing double chain mails, they did not dare to look at the eyes of the royal knight, and looked sideways calmly one by one, but they were playing drums in their hearts.

Obviously they all understood that the three knights in the front were wearing luxurious armor like artworks.

It is a great knight!

Master a knight with extraordinary power!

What's more, behind these 3 big knights, there are 7 mysterious people in dark robes.

Seems ordinary.

Just like a long-distance traveler.

But the pointed big brim hat, holding a cane inlaid with pure gemstones, attracted more attention, so that the knights around who had little knowledge but heard a lot raised speculation in their hearts.

Those from the mage tower, pretending to be mysterious magicians!

This is indeed the case.

This is how Rolf dared to clap the table with Baron Dylan before.

It is also the Central Post, which has not been captured in the past three days, the main reason for the two sides to maintain a stalemate!

3 great knights with extraordinary powers, 7 senior mages with obvious control over the elements, plus 220 desert robbers and 120 Sarand riders are enough to be called deterrents!

Baron Dylan sat faceless across from Rolf.

To this arrogant guy, he just rubbed the golden ring on his thumb slowly.

He is waiting.

The current situation does indeed prevail.

He spent huge amounts of money, recruited mercenary groups, indeed powerful.

If it is really a war, how can this post be able to withstand the attack of his mercenary regiment, and even with the three big knights alone, he is confident that he can temporarily hold back.

Baron Dylan turned his head.

Right behind him, there are also two knights with strange faces, standing there indifferently.

This is a knight from the support of the East County.

According to his own personal feelings, these two knights are actually the knights who have already realized the extraordinary divine power. With the remaining knight, he has no problem with the high-end combat power of the post.

The decisive battle between the big knights on the battlefield, if the gap is not too big, otherwise it is difficult to separate the victory and defeat for a time.

This is not a game.

Nor is it a contest with a show character.

In the real battlefield, everyone is extremely cautious, including the great knight who understands the degree of supernatural destruction. He will be more cautious when fighting the corresponding opponents, and everything is to protect himself.

He can be sure that his own knight can hold the other knight.

But look at the 7 mages in front of you.

"Humph."

Baron Dylan groaned in his nose, and his eyes were hazy.

He really didn't expect that the second son of the Grand Duke who was exiled to the desert of Nalun was really lucky. Not to mention the Grand Knight, even the Masters had been gathered together, or a full 7 Masters!

This amount shocked him.

The real mage, playing on the battlefield, is equal to a ballista.

And it is still a powerful ballista!

In the ordinary battlefield, not only is the lethality amazing, but even the morale of the soldiers is a serious blow. This is also why Baron Dylan feels a dilemma and is quite difficult.

Rolfe also caught the dilemma of the baron Dylan, and was in a dilemma.

Erlang still tilted his legs.

But the heels were all placed on the table, seemingly carelessly said: "Sweet baron Dylan, please remember to put more sugar cubes, so as not to say that we are stingy."

"Oh, I have been here for 2 days, and these sweet waters feel pretty good."

Baron Dylan was sly and sneer, touching his beard and sneering, as if pointing something: "I think adding a little salt may better reflect the sweetness of sweet water. I like to drink like that."

"Well, our most important thing is salt."

As if he could not hear it, Rolf waved to the light infantry who was waiting next to him: "Put two more spoons and send it to our Baron Dylan. Know that Lord Kant can honor the baron in front of him. Uncle!"

"Ok."

The light infantry nodded, and actually put 3 tablespoons of table salt in the glass next to it.

The appearance of white flowers.

It quickly melted into the sugar water in the cup.

The light infantry on duty brought the glass to Baron Dylan in a calm tone, but the etiquette could not pick out the slightest fault, and nodded softly: "Master Baron, please use it."

"Oh." Baron Dylan didn't look at the glass.

Take a deep breath.

Looking at the unruly and arrogant Rolf in front of him, he said lightly: "This is boring, Rolf, you know, I am not representing the Rock Pass, but the entire lion duchy "After a pause, his eyes were calm, and he pulled off the tiger's skin very politely: "If you want to, you can get a territory comparable to the rocky pass."

Lure.

Aristocratic is the most common means.

Rolf also understands that because he occasionally misses on the mainland of Caladea and sends off those officials, he will also use this method, so he is immune to such methods.

Moreover, his loyalty is constant loyalty to Kant.

"Ha ha."

Rolf snorted.

Turning his head back in retrospect, he asked, doubtfully, to the rider next to Salander: "The Rocky Pass, if I remember correctly, seems to be the one that runs through the pass of the Sanvaia Mountains territory?"

"Yes." The rider next to him nodded, and said tacitly: "That very barren land."

"Well? Barren?" Rolf seemed to understand.

"According to my estimates, there are not a few hundred silver coins in a year's output."

Sarand rider shrugged and said helplessly: "Only poor ghosts will go there as lords, God, is there anyone who has done something wrong and should go there and be sealed?"

"I don't want to go." Rolf shrugged, looking aggrieved.

"Boom."

Baron Dylan's hand clapped heavily on the table, making a loud noise.

The 30 knights behind him looked cold, stepping forward one by one, looking coldly at Rolfe, and the rider knights and wizards behind him, even putting their hands on the hilt.

Because right in front of them, the knights and riders, as well as the wizards, mentioned their long swords and staffs!

The atmosphere suddenly daggers!

"Boom!"

But Rolf showed no weakness.

The whole person started in an instant, and his hands were heavily patted on the table. His face was still arrogant, and he turned his head like a rebuke: "What do you do, no matter how big or small, don't look at this place?"

The royal knights and mages put away their weapons.

There are also those Sarande riders, Swadia Light Infantry, who also put away their hideous faces.

Rolf was very calm.

It seemed that instead of being a coercive man, he turned to look at Baron Dylan, with a smile on his face, but his tone was quite casual: "These guys are really lawless. If they don’t look at where they are, they dare to pull sword."

"Yes."

Baron Dylan sullenly raised his right hand slowly.

The knights behind them put away their weapons.

This is not the first time the table has been patted, nor is it the first time the two sides have been struggling.

When the time came, the two sides almost broke out a fierce conflict, which is why Rolf secretly sent elite desert robbers to quickly return for help.

If he really fights, he is not sure if he can hold this post.

But now.

After falling into a stalemate for 2 days, they all understood each other's temperament and patience.

Especially Baron Dylan.

It is even more uncomfortable.

It has been put up to the present, no matter how it happens, there is no pressure at the beginning.

But it was really the beginning of the battle. Baron Dylan was a little unwilling, especially after knowing the high-end troops currently in the post, he didn't want to make things too big.

Although there are backers behind Kant, Kant also has backers.

Baron Dylan gritted his teeth and said softly: "The background left by Princess Sophia is really enough... But, Rolf, you have to understand that Princess Sophia has been dead for more than ten years. The current situation is not the same as that of the Silver Kingdom. It’s time for the Principality of the Lions to have no effect."

What he said is naturally the secret between the two countries.

Because Baron Dylan has guessed.

Kant, the young second son of the Duke, wanted to develop to such a prosperous level, it was impossible without the heritage left by Princess Sophia!

The Baron Dylan was equally powerless.

Even if he tried and how to tempt, this Rolf ignores everything and pretends he doesn't understand.

Innocently cute!

But Rolf really didn't know.

He is not an aborigine in this world at all!

Why would you know?

Looking at Baron Dylan, Rolf is still arrogant: "I don't understand what you are saying, but I know that you should probably go home. After all, you often go to other people's houses to hang out, and something will happen."

"Really?" Baron Dylan smiled angrily.

"Yes!"

Rolf raised his legs arrogantly.

He seemed to have no fear of Baron Dylan, but in fact, it was also a means.

sometimes.

Arrogance is not arrogance.

It is a deterrent to the enemy, a strategy that makes the enemy puzzled!

If there is no confidence, how dare arrogance?

This is Rolf's method!

While the two sides were still deadlocked, www.readwn.com~ there was a loud noise outside the window.

Shouts and shouts continued.

In the station hall, the situation was tense, and both sides were on guard, but they were puzzled.

At the top of the post, the desert robbers on the lookout tower were carrying scimitars elitely, and quickly walked to Rolf with a happy face, and gathered to the ear to report: "Master Rolf, Lord Lord led the reinforcements!"

Rolfe also had a happy look on his face, so he pretended to shout: "What? Lord Kant is here? Come and meet!"

He stood up as a whole.

The smile on his face was very excited, and asked Baron Dylan: "Baron Dylan, Lord Kant is here to greet you. Really an admirable lord. Hearing you as a guest has brought many people to welcome you!"

"Hehe." Baron Dylan smiled, but only haze remained on his face.