For these thieves groups that have gathered to a certain extent, how can they survive with just a little money from intercepting and killing small caravans?
If they could endure hunger and poverty, they would not come to the desert to become thieves.
Those who are really forced into the desert will not join them.
Therefore, the caravans that the nobles had always moved freely through the desert...especially those transporting special minerals, were all raided.
Being able to enter the desert to transport ore during such a terrible drought, these caravan members naturally have a lot of special materials on hand, such as water beads and nutrient beads.
After the thieves see the luxury of the noble caravan for the first time, there is no need to mention what will happen next.
Of the families that can send caravans into the desert, which one is easy to deal with, and which one doesn't have a stronghold on the main oasis?
Before the undead made any move, the coalition of nobles launched their attack on the oasis occupied by the bandits without hesitation.
Of course, Hill could feel that the undead side also contributed a lot in allowing the two sides to confront each other so quickly.
For example, Zhu Meili, a well-known instigator of discord.
But he couldn't guess how this person did it.
Everything seems natural, the only abnormality is that it develops too fast... far beyond the speed of these thieves without foresight.
Logically speaking, they were not so hungry that they had no choice but to cause trouble on the large commercial road where the nobles occupied the oasis to collect tolls.
After all, the strength and terrifying combat effectiveness of the noble private armies for thousands of years have left quite a mark on their minds.
Hill didn't want to admit that his brain wasn't fast enough and his eyesight wasn't sharp enough... After all, those small teams were also doing live broadcasts, so he could only blame him for being distracted by too many things.
For example, a certain great sage roared angrily when he was forced to go to jail but did not dare to make a promise: "I will pay twice as much for what I just said! Can I give her an abortion?"
Although the outcome was that even Scarlet and the other great sages who were watching dumbfounded quickly turned around and attacked the great sage Danboro, whose jaw also dropped to the ground, the negotiation began to return to the original situation.
After all, they haven't completely fallen out yet, and the situation between the two parties is comparable to some of the world-famous divorce cases Hill saw back then: This child is still a ball player. If he doesn't learn well in the future, he really won't deserve such an expensive education.
Funding... even the resources for him to become a great sage may have been prepared even before he was born.
That's the luxury of having to specify the brand of a pen and an eraser.
The women and children of the Yinsmeier family who almost forced Lucimar to death for the sake of their family property could never have imagined that this person could really bankrupt them. After entering the heavenly realm, they would have to work hard with others, and they were not even sure he was a son.
Still a daughter.
Anyway, according to Hill's observation, Yinsmeier has already dumped all his property. The current limit of the battle between the two sides is that Scarlet hopes that Yinsmeier will live a better life after entering the heavenly realm.
The latest alchemy weapon technology was handed over, but Yinsmeier was not at all as merciful as the Scarlet people thought... He was born in a world without demons and was a scientist competing among many countries. In fact, he was more sensitive to the existence of the country.
He would rather pay, even a high price that everyone knew he would have to sell out the last piece of iron ore in Insmeer to be able to afford it.
The great sages of Danboro were initially filled with disdainful anger towards his lower body which had nowhere to rest. However, during this long and exhausting negotiation, they slowly found their way back to him.
Returned a little respect to Insmeier.
At least when this person makes a mistake, he doesn't want to drag others into trouble to help pay off the debt.
There is still some responsibility.
When Hill turned to look at Lusimar who was working conscientiously in the desert, his heart was filled with a sense of awe at the word 'luck'.
Even the things he gave up that he didn't want, those who had hurt him, were not qualified to own them.
At that time, Hill couldn't help but look at himself... His luck belonged to him and he was not entangled by any world, right?
After checking it several times, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The only one who can hold him back is Trasil.
And everything about Trasil was something he accepted willingly.
The practice of never having any cause and effect with any world beyond the mortal level allows Hill to continue to walk freely in the multiverse.
Otherwise, he would definitely have to turn around and clean up all the causes and effects now.
Hill couldn't help but warn himself that he must continue to maintain this practice in the future, and must not have any greed because he is always accompanied by luck.
Hmm... These days, a pit that can kill him must be filled with high-level artifacts, right?
Hill blinked and reluctantly warned himself not to be too complacent, lest he stumble, and then continued to observe the dynamics in the desert.
Why can't he see at which step he pressed the fast forward button?
Hill, who originally thought that he had grown up enough to ignore most of the conspiracies and plots, slowly stuffed his pride away... It is easy to change a country, but it is hard to change one's nature. He still honestly follows the rules and people should leave.
way!
The war in the desert seemed to have nothing to do with the undead. They even scoured the desert, watched the aristocratic coalition's crusade against the desert bandits for a while, and then turned around and returned to their own oasis... The Earl of Devello, whose family emblem is the tamarisk tree
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This is the family title and emblem chosen by Lusimar himself. He hopes that he can take root in this place like the tamarisk that survives tenaciously in the desert.
When he wrote his name as Lucimar E. Devereaux, it was like a heavy iron plate that he had never dared to leave was lifted from his body.
The extraordinary vividness proves what true relief is.
However, the return of the undead did not change the situation of some people in the desert.
What once allowed them to live a life no different from what they had back home was the unimpeded desert road that was in the hands of that lady.
When the undead didn't choose the oasis on the main road at first, they celebrated their luck, but now, they are filled with infinite gloom... They might as well let the undead control that oasis!
At least compared to the current situation where they can't even deliver a bottle of water, they would rather find a way under the surveillance of the undead, at least that way they still have a chance.
No matter what, it is impossible for the undead who are allies of Danboro to directly attack the stronghold of Danboro's great nobles!
But now, it’s the Desert Bandits who take action!
Could they talk to the bandits about something stupid like you tore up the tacit understanding in the past?
However, the undead only clean up the small oases outside the trade routes.
Although they can choose to be shameless and ask the undead to help clean up several large-scale thieves camps near the business road, it is impossible for other nobles to agree!
And as long as they cannot reach a consensus, it is impossible for the undead to bypass the Noble Council and take action on their own.
However, the combat effectiveness of the noble private army... was able to end the battle within three months because they did not want to waste their energy in the desert.
Of course, for other people, especially the slaves in the past, it was just three months without fresh food, bathing, or drinking water. As long as there was hope, they could survive.
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But for the young ladies and gentlemen who came from a wealthy family, or even came from a noble family because of Lucilaella, it was simply unbearable for them to be unable to bathe for a week and eat only shriveled apples.
Even if everyone understands that once she leaves this oasis and is discovered by the Danboro royal family and the nobles who have been eyeing her, Lucila may have to face some unexpected risks... not to mention the result of being discovered by the undead.
Everyone knows that the territorial nobles in the Desert Oasis will cooperate with Iosca to invade the Kane Valley because of the connection of this past Pearl of Damboro.
The undead didn't need any excuses to deal with her.
However, what does that have to do with these poor, deceived descendants of the nobles?
By the time Lucilaela, who was high up and communicating with a cute boy two years younger than herself, realized something was wrong, dozens of people had quietly disappeared from the oasis where she was.
It stands to reason that she would be informed in time, but for the first time, the servants who were her informants were slow to respond.
Due to lack of water, the smell on the slaves was a bit too strong.
Young ladies and young masters from aristocratic backgrounds basically do not allow such slaves to enter their houses during this period...Who doesn't have some alchemy household equipment?
In the past, when it was necessary to maintain a high profile as a noble, these things did not need to be used. Even the knives and forks had to be placed by the servants.
But compared to the smelly food, it's not like they can't do it themselves.
Because of such a little negligence, Lucila found that she had to choose whether to wait for destruction or continue to escape... So who would choose to wait for death?
However, the more terrifying thing is that most of the small oases where they can replenish food and water have been cleared by the undead.
An oasis where there is no one in control, and even the undead may roar in again at any time. A large migration team like them cannot go there at all.
Squatting in the room, looking at the desert map with a melancholy look on her face, Luciera no longer cared about communicating with the little boy.
After all, although she is still so beautiful, her too ferocious expression is not suitable for others to see.
She still has ways to avoid the undead.
But it is difficult to not be so hard and still have some time to fall in love.
Unless, she chooses to surrender to Ioskar, the god of portals.
