Lord of the Oasis

　　 The night is quiet and cold.

　　 Among the sand dunes of the Naron Desert, Fatiz was quickly leading his horse to the west.

　　 17 elite desert robbers behind him, and the newly recruited desert robber, also led the desert horse silently, closely following him, but with a strong and crazy killing intention in his eyes.

　　 Rushing straight through the center of the enemy with 19, beheading instantly, is undoubtedly crazy.

　　 Happy luck to complete the task, everyone is happy.

　　If you are unlucky, not only will the mission not be completed, but they will all fall into it.

　　 But they don't care.

　　Fatiz's eyes looked at the night sky, the original bright stars began to dim, and the bright moon gradually disappeared. Only the dignified darkness covered the sky like ink, which seemed to forcefully block the reward of dawn.

　　 "The light will eventually pierce all darkness."

　　 spoke lightly, and Fatiz thought of the poetry among the bards in Suno.

　　Heart beat faster, and he clenched his teeth tightly, and Lisuo turned over.

　　 "Here we are."

　　Fatis spoke in a deep voice, shaking the reins and pushing the horse forward.

　　 Behind him, 18 cavalrymen who had already been familiar with desert raids, also turned his horses like him, raised the spear in his hand, and kicked the horse's belly to follow.

　　 The sound of horseshoes gradually rose, but when knocked on the soft sand layer, it could only sink into a shallow pit, and could not spread too far.

　　 Their speed is naturally not fast.

　　The best riding tool for deserts is camels, and horses are still better at plain areas.

　　 However, as of the current raid, these war horses can still exert 70% of the normal speed. After all, the sand layer can also bear the weight of the war horse, and it is not a quicksand that sinks to the end.

　　 got off the sand dunes, and the horseshoes knocked on the flat sand to make the horses faster.

　　The sand layer here has been stepped on by the jackals.

"it has started."

　　 Kant took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

　　 Standing at the top of the sand dune, his eyes fixed on the direction of the sand dunes on the west side. When he realized that there were more than a dozen black spots appearing, he was heading towards the Jackal Horde at a speed much faster than walking, the calm on his face was replaced by dignity.

　　 Everything is going according to the predetermined tactical plan.

　　Similarly, everything went well.

　　 But now is not the time to relax, Kant turned his head to look at the soldiers who were already ready behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone pay attention, prepare to attack."

　　 "Follow the order." The response in unison sounded at the dune.

　　The soldiers of Swadia looked dignified. They looked at Kant standing on the sand dunes avidly, as if they were not facing a fierce battle, but a commendable competition.

　　 The arrow was on the string and had to be sent.

　　Everyone understands this simple truth. There is no hesitation, only a generous decision to die.

　　 The Kingdom of Swadia is never short of warriors.

　　On the west side, Fatiz ran with 18 cavalry horses and rushed into the Jackal tribe.

　　 is like a howling wind.

With the reins clenched in his hands, the horse ran wildly, and a simple and dirty tent passed by quickly, and they did not care at all. Instead, they pulled out two water sacs on their bodies, biting a small mouth with their mouths, toward Spilled **** the tents on both sides.

　　 Although the night was dim, under the starlight and moonlight, it was barely visible as a brown liquid.

　　As they raided in a straight line, the tents on both sides seemed to be covered with rain.

　　 But the two desert robbers at the end were elite, but they directly reached out and pulled out two small barrel-shaped objects in their arms, tearing open the blocked linen, and the bright red appeared in it.

　　 is a fire storage tank filled with charcoal.

　　 They looked the same, the shriveled water sac in their hands was thrown away, and the fire tank was thrown behind him.

Charcoal spilled and touched the tent where the water bladder was splashed before, combined with the brown liquid, the original dim red charcoal burst into a little open fire in an instant, contacted more brown liquid around, and turned into a bigger and bigger ball Fireball.

　　 The water sac is not the spring water, but the oil purchased by Kant before!

　　 "Hoo hu hu hu--"

　　 The brown oil was ignited, and the tent made of tattered linen turned into a ball of fire in just a few seconds.

　　 And the fireball spread towards the tents on both sides, and it was burning more and more fierce!

　　 The desert is already dry without any moisture, these tents are cluttered together, and there is no clear concept of fire prevention in the planning. With the oil spilled lines, the fire rises.

　　 "Awow--"

　　 Only then did the jackals who had sleepy eyes peep out.

　　 looked at the blazing fire in the distance and his companion, who also scorched his body out of the tent.

　　 Their heads can't think of how the fire came.

　　 But there were also jackals who had experienced the previous night raid campaign. They panicked and pulled out their mace in the tent. The green eyes flashed not fierce but extreme fear.

　　Because they also saw it, they were continuing to rush towards the center of the tribe.

　　 is Fatis.

　　 There are also 18 murderous gangsters from the Sarand Desert!

　　The hip-horse warhorse speeded up faster, the tents in front of them were no longer bypassed, and they trampled on with horseshoes, trampling the sleeping jackals inside.

　　Fatiz looked up, and the larger tent was already less than 100 meters in front of him.

　　 It was only in front of him that nearly 40 or 50 jackals were blocked, and he was holding up the mace in his hand in an attempt to defend the safety of the big tent with his body.

　　 "For Lord Kant, kill!"

　　Fatiz kicked the horse's abdomen fiercely, and the sword in his hand chopped off mercilessly.

　　 Blood splashes.

　　Several jackals were struck flying, and the heads of both jackals were cut off with long swords.

　　 The spear stood upright, and 18 desert robbers screamed and followed. The sharp spear pierced the jackal's chest directly, as if it were a bunch of gourds, nailing the jackals together.

　　 already desperate, they don't care about the mace.

　　 completely changes his life with injury!

　　 And they were completely approaching the big tent during this crazy rush. They even saw the panic, flicked out of the big tent and escaped, holding the staff of the jackal shaman.

　　 "Oh--"

　　The werewolf shaman is quite old, and his hair has changed from gray to white.

　　 slightly waggled his waist and looked at the burning tent with his cane. He had turned the entire west tribe into a sea of ​​fire. Countless jackals were madly screaming and fleeing, and immediately issued an angry howl: "Human!"

　　It speaks the human common language of the roundness of the character.

"kill!"

　　 But Fatiz and those desert robbers didn't mean anything at all.

The long sword in his hand was slashed, and the **** hammer smashed, killing the jackals who were hindering them in front of them. Even if they were fighting with three desert robbers who were killed by the mace on the ground, they were still facing the jackal. Full of advancement.

　　 Their mission was to kill the leader of this tribe.

　　 is also the jackal shaman.

　　 "I will take all your bones and hang them on my body for decoration!"

　　 The eyes of the old jackal shaman are full of madness, and the wisdom is far beyond the ordinary jackal how can it not realize that his tribe is being attacked by human forces?

　　 "Let the bloodthirsty of the ancestors cover your mind and kill these human cavalry!"

　　 It grabbed a handful of colorful powder and scattered it towards the surrounding jackals. The staff in his hand raised his roar and said, "Bloodthirsty!"

"Roar--"

　　The surrounding jackals were contaminated with powder, and their eyes instantly turned red.

　　 But before these jackals rushed up, they were still in the desert robbers who were rushing towards this horse, and they had more standard equipment they had already prepared-the short javelin.

　　 "Whoosh swish swish—"

　　 The short javelin whistled and tore the air with the force of the throw.

　　 And the old shaman of the jackal was aware~www.readwn.com~ It was too late to escape.

　　 There are very few throwing weapons such as javelins and flying axes in the world. Now facing the elite, precise and highly lethal javelins thrown by desert robbers, they can't escape it at all.

　　 "Roar-no, my strong power..."

　　 4 short javelins penetrated deeply into the body of the jackal shaman.

　　The old shaman snarled, leaning on his staff but falling down crookedly.

　　 In its wisdom, as a powerful transcendent, it is impossible for him to die so easily, besides there are those Jackal warriors who have cast bloodthirsty, extremely manic and fearless death.

"let's go!"

　　Fatiz watched the jackal shaman fall and immediately pulled the horse's reins.

The long sword in his hand severely killed a red-eyed jackal, and urged the crotch warhorse to continue to dash forward, because according to the original plan, they would not return to the west, but stiffly interspersed the whole jackal. The human tribe, heading in the east direction, where Kant led the troops to attack.

　　 And now, Kant has led the troops to attack.

　　The sky was full of arrows and rain, densely covering the tent on the east side, and the heads of the panicked escaped jackals.

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