Lord of the Oasis

On the battlefield, the elite desert robbers walked with their spears. When passing by the fallen enemy, they stabbed towards the neck and chest, pulled it out after a half turn, and continued on.

This is to clean the battlefield, the standard post-war techniques, they are very skilled in this.

Professional patching.

In this era, serious injury equals miserable death.

Rather than endure the torture of sickness and injury, it is better to simply point out and die directly.

As for those cowardly false dead, since they chose the cowardly path, it has no meaning to live. Anyway, as the elite desert robbers walked over with their spears, everyone on the battlefield accurately made up the knife.

Do not leave half alive, even the armed militia who faced minor injuries.

No slaughter is a manifestation of kindness.

But cleaning the battlefield is not the case.

This is a warning.

It is also a deterrent.

Now that they choose to be enemies with them.

Now that the battlefield is cleaned, it is already destined to make up mercilessly.

As enemies, they are not qualified to survive, because you and I are fighting each other on the battlefield, either you die or I forget, there is no second way at all.

War is a cruel Shura field.

Temporary camp.

Inner layer.

Kant sat on a simple low chair cushioned with a saddle.

Rubbing his calf with his hands, looking down on his knees in front of him, responding to his young knight with the most humiliating appearance, his face was calm, without any anger or fear.

He won this victory, the initiative is in his hands.

And the young captive in front of him.

Just fish on the cutting board.

no difference.

The Bertrim also knelt in front of Kant with fate, carrying his hands on the thick rope.

With his head bowed and his hair hanging down, he was embarrassed as a death row awaiting execution, but in fact, he is still safe. At least he did not lose his life on the battlefield, which already shows that he survived for a reason.

Today's cooperation is one of the biggest reasons why Bertlem can survive.

It didn't take long.

Outside the tent.

The elite desert robbers who cleaned the battlefield came back to report.

Rolf waved back, and whispered to Kant to convey the results of the battle. Of course, Kant did not say much about the expected glorious victory.

Just nodded and said: "Got it, tell me to do it and do a good job of vigilance."

"Yes."

Rolf led the order.

He turned and left, and greeted the elite bandits under his command. After making arrangements, he returned to the tent.

The night of the Eastern Junling was still silent, but the sound of horseshoes, the elite desert robbers scattered in small groups, had speared out with spears and scimitars like daylight, and began to patrol the surroundings carefully to ensure safety.

"No problem."

Rolf's positive report.

"Very good." After all this was arranged, Kant was slightly relieved.

Turning his head to look at the captive who was still kneeling in front of him, he said quietly: "Okay, let's talk. As a mercenary group that has just come here, well, let's just do that, we didn't attack you. What does it mean, but why did you even attack us first? This makes me wonder. It is also very curious, what is the reason."

"The reason, maybe I said it was a misunderstanding, Baron Kant, you won't believe it."

Bertlem smiled wryly.

The reason for this attack was really a misunderstanding of the barbarians.

"Well." Kant shrugged. He still doesn't understand the truth of the matter, but the experience from the system instilled in his mind, as well as the experience of past and present life, naturally will not simply believe the so-called misunderstanding.

There are causes and effects, and misunderstanding this vocabulary can only deceive children.

"Oh, misunderstanding."

Rolf smiled next to him: "This is indeed a misunderstanding."

"Ah?" Bertlem raised his head in amazement. He was expecting Kant's silence, but Rolf's temperament was clearly beyond the scope of his more gentleman's thinking for a long time.

"We really misunderstood."

Rolf smiled, with a bit of stubbornness in his eyes, said: "The battle is in your misunderstanding, or it is an active attack on us, we can not be held accountable for this misunderstanding." As he said, he said in a deep voice: How can you compensate us? After all, this attack scared us and required mental damage."

"Uh..." The stunned eyes of Bertlem were even more intense.

On the farmland outside the camp were the bodies of the dead tonight, all of them are the knights and servants of Avilsburg and the militia of the village of Nari.

Now the so-called mental loss fee really makes him a little unacceptable.

But in fact they are indeed attackers.

It was the party who provoked the incident.

"I can't make a decision."

Bertlem bowed his head in a state of depression, but only smiled helplessly: "For me, I am only the captain of the Avilsburg guard, and one of the knight apprentices of Viscount Gibran."

"Your name." Kant asked calmly.

"Bertrim." He answered.

"never heard of that."

Kant shrugged: "For your brothers of the three great knights, it seems to me that I heard it a little bit." After a pause, he stretched his hand to hold his head and rubbed it. "Remember that they survived ten years ago. Young man."

"Yes." Bertlem nodded. "I was just a new apprentice introduced by the Countess Agatha last year."

"New apprentice."

Kant chuckled: "Your family background is very good."

Bert Lime said in a dark tone: "Thanks to my father being the sheriff of the East County." After a pause, he smiled bitterly: "It is the court baron enrolled by Earl Aisha."

"Well."

Kant raised his eyebrows.

He certainly understood what Bertlem said.

A new apprentice who can become a famous Viscount Gibran in East County must have enough wealth and power to support it, otherwise it is simply impossible to enter this famous general's door.

As for the sheriff of the East County, or the court baron enshrined by Earl Agatha.

Then it's no wonder.

Wealth has.

The background has.

Identity is there.

This Burt Lime is estimated to have a more distinguished identity, no less than the son of an ordinary baron of real power.

And Kant turned quickly in his head, looking at Bertlem’s dull look, his mouth slightly cocked, he had also thought that this might be the Countess Agatha, his aunt, wanted to intervene in Avilsburg’s little Temptation.

Bertlem’s father was the sheriff of the East County.

Born with the brand of Countess Agatha.

Not to mention the court baron.

In fact, it is the title that was bought by the Countess Agatha.

It is usually done by businessmen or landlords who were once servants or vassals, such as the Treasurer, Sheriff, and even the housekeeper of the East County, as well as the subordinate big caravan leaders and landlords.

In other places, such people are called gentlemen, honorary titles.

The court baron is similar.

Even in actual status, it is lower than Baron Wufu.

After all, the Baron Wufu was killed with down-to-earth fighting skills, and he still has real power under his hands. He has troops under his direct control. If he is lucky on the battlefield, he will continue to gain a higher rank in battle.

The court baron wanted to upgrade, relying solely on the meaning of the enrolled person, but with a noble title servant.

But it still represents the higher noble.

A place where the court nobility can be sealed.

There are only two.

The right hub of the Principality of the Lions, the Lion’s Fort of Duke Cameron.

Or the East County leader, who is faintly independent from the Principality of the Lions, the East County City of Countess Agatha!

Bert Lime opened his lips and wanted to say something, but finally bowed his head in a low and wry smile: "Yes, Baron Kant, you guessed it right. I was indeed sent by the Countess Agatha to investigate Viscount Gibran. Internally."

"Continue, I like this story." Kant nodded.

"This is not a story."

Bertlem retorted in a low voice.

But his voice was even worse: "The Viscount Gibran became more and more weird after the **** battle ten years ago, and even became weird, even beginning to be independent of the jurisdiction of the Eastern County."

"The soldiers have their own weight and are semi-independent warlords." Kant calmly said: "I understand."

"It is true."

Bertlem also confirmed: "Even the order of the Countess Agatha is sometimes rejected."

After a short tone, he continued: "But when I came to Avilesburg, even if I became a new knight apprentice, UU reads www.uukanan.com but for the entire system of Viscount Gibran, I am still excluded Out."

"But in your body, you still have the extraordinary power to be related to Viscount Gibran."

Kant calmly reminded: "Falling power from the abyss."

Bertlem shook his head: "I don't know what an abyss is and what a demon is. It's too far away for me. This is after all a myth and legend. I only know that I should gain extraordinary power."

"Then you really chose this power?" Kant raised an eyebrow: "It's interesting."

"Yes."

Bertlem nodded noddingly: "But I don't know that Viscount Gibran would be so degraded."

He thought of the horrible demon form, and it was really like the legend, he could not help but shivered: "My three brothers have been completely controlled by that evil force, even if it is me, because I am close to this The power was actually controlled by Viscount Gibran at that time, only knowing the irritability and killing, and the hysterical madness!"

Actually, let alone him.

Even the knight servants are controlled by that force.

On weekdays, I only feel that it was inspired by the reputation of Viscount Gibran, and I don't care if I notice it.

But now I think about it carefully, but I feel shudder. This is the use of extraordinary power to control the soldiers around, and it produces a special effect. It is really irreversible crazy!

"It turns out that's why."

Associate Bertlem, sullenly said: "The truth of victory ten years ago."

This is indeed the truth.

Only this kind of power can defeat the main force of thousands of people in the Silver Plate Kingdom.

Instead of relying on a group of cowardly defeated soldiers, a group of temporary militia and peasants recruited.

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