<h4>Chapter 6: The Color of Blood Under the Evening Sun</h4>


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    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio


    It was 5 p.m. Sundown was near.


    The setting sun went below the dunes. As it shone, the light made the sand look like gold.


    Kant stood at the top of the dunes. From behind, the sun’s brilliant beams looked as if they were about to engulf his entire being.


    The Oasis Lookout was less than a mile away from where he stood.


    He was able to see something in the sand before him. It brilliantly glittered in the dusk’s light.


    It was the Oasis Lookout’s water source, which was ake formed by a geyser. Judging from the area alone, it was approximately 82 feet by 19 feet. Considering the minimal mass, it was more urate to call it a pond.


    Kant couldn’t help but say, “This is beautiful.”


    Several lush shrubs surrounded the pond, as well as six huge Desert Por Trees.


    Those green nts proudly stretched out their branches and leaves in the evening sun. It was as if they were indicating that regardless of how unforgiving the sand was, they remained steadfast in their resistance.


    Rowan, the captain of the knights, stood by his side and nodded with a cold expression. “Yes, beautiful, indeed.”


    Kant calmly said, “All the more reason not to let the Jackns take the ce.”


    “Of course.” Rowan coldly nodded.


    He scanned the Oasis Lookout and discovered that tents had been erected around the pond.


    The tents looked ragged and cobbled up from all manners of materials, including linen, tree bark, and pelts from hunted beasts. The whole setup lookedpletely different from the tents that Kant’s men and the knights had erected not long ago.


    Regardless of the state they were in, the tents indicated where the Jackn Tribe was.


    Rowan took a deep breath and asked in a severe tone, “Your Lordship, when should we begin?”


    “There’s no need to rush.”


    Kant turned around and looked at the sun, which was still mustering thest bit of its power before setting.


    The beams of the setting sun shone past the two men and engulfed the Oasis Lookout below. The beams shone onto the Jackn Tribes as well.


    If someone below were to look out, the sun would have looked to be at the same line as the dunes, which would have appeared very blinding.


    Kant nodded and said, “Now.”


    “Very well.” Rowan nodded coldly and took thence in his hand. He quickly retreated down the dunes.


    At the bottom of the dunes, 20 well-armed Dukedom of Leo knights were leading their horses and standing by. They were prepared to fight. The only thing that was needed now was an order from Rowan.


    They were about to begin a battle from which they could not afford to back down. All of them sported cold expressions. Deep in their eyes, anger and hatred were visible.


    All of them understood what had caused all of this.


    It was Kant.


    He was a baron of the Dukedom of Leo.


    They escorted the noble to the Nahrin Desert so he could im his fief. They had been traveling for six days, yet they were told at noon that there was no water left for their return trip.


    They were then told to fight for their lives.


    As such, they were angry and resentful.


    “Edmund, the great God of War is watching us.”


    Rowan took the reins of his warhorse and made his way in front of his men. With a severe expression, he said, “We shall let these lowly, filthy Jackns, who know nothing but eating sand in the desert, know the bravery of the Dukedom of Leo!”


    The knights unanimously responded, “Victory!”


    The Dukedom of Leo was established through martial prowess. The faith of the nation surrounded Edmund, the God of War, who, per his namesake, was a god presiding over war.


    As such, none of them were afraid. All of them turned the anger in their minds into strength.


    “It’s beginning.”


    Kant saw the 20 knights get onto their horses, scale the dunes, and charge straight down to the Oasis Lookout.


    The hard horseshoes pounded heavily on the sands, kicking up a lot of dust and sand, which swooped about like a gale. Thences were thrust forward without mercy before the Jackns at the Oasis Lookout knew what was going on.


    The tips of thences pierced one baffled Jackn after another.


    Blood was spilled, yet none of the 20 dukedom knights had any intentions of putting down theirnces.


    They gritted their teeth as they held theirnces up, continuing to skewer the Jackns like kebabs as they charged deeper into the tribe.


    They knew what they had to do. They had to cause chaos of great magnitude.


    “Our turn now!”


    Kant shouted excitedly and raised the light crossbow in his hand. He headed out with great strides.


    The 10 Swadian Recruits held spears and followed right behind him.


    The 20 Swadian Peasants followed at the nk with their long scythes in hand.


    They were moving fairly quickly. It was almost as if they were sprinting. The murderous intent in their eyes was unmistakable. They were all determined to take the Oasis Lookout, which would be their lord’s fief and their home from then on out.


    “For the Dukedom of Leo!”


    Rowan and the 20 knights gritted their teeth as they charged deeper into the tribe.


    By then, theirnces were broken, but they quickly switched to the longswords at their sides and swung hard at the Jackns, which seemed to have emerged out of nowhere.


    The ambush was surprisingly sessful.


    The Jackns had no idea whatsoever that they would soon be attacked. The chaos quickly spread to the outer fringes of the Jackn Tribe’s camp. With their green eyes open wide, most of the Jackns simply stood there, staring in confusion.


    It would have been difficult for them to even get a good look at the invading enemy.


    Whenever they heard shrieks from the west, they turned around and quickly found the evening sun above them shining straight into their eyes. It prevented them from opening their eyes.


    Gallop, gallop, gallop, gallop...


    The galloping noises of the horses grew increasingly closer. When the Jackns finally saw their enemy, they found one human knight after another looming over them.


    By then, it was toote.


    Rowan led his knights, who were swinging their swords, into the Jackns.


    Blood was seen sttering everywhere.


    The Jackns, who had long, pointy tusks and were covered in grey fur, finally began to crumble. Fear was seen all over their wolf-like faces.


    “Maintain formation. Come with me!”


    Swooping noises were heard from Kant’s light crossbow. A nearby Jackn was seen tumbling to the ground.


    The bolt in its back pierced through its spine, stabbing into its heart.


    Kant hardly cared. His face remained cold as he deeply set his gaze onto the Jackn Tribe. Rowan and 19 knights of the dukedom were still swinging their swords in a frenzy. They continued to cause panic among the Jackns and spread the stench of blood and death.


    “Keep charging!”


    Kant drew his short sword and led the charge forward with 30 men behind him.


    The Jackn Tribe, which by then was thrown intoplete chaos, was utterly unable to retaliate effectively. That enabled Kant and his men to move even quicker.


    Shrieks from countless downed Jackns were heard everywhere.


    The Jackns scattered all over the ce.


    The old, the young, and those in their prime were all running and cowering in fear.


    They were up against knights that had appeared out of nowhere.


    They also faced Swadian Recruits holding spears.


    The Js’ minds were quickly flooded with all those memories from 10 years ago.


    That had been aplete ughter carried out by the Dukedom of Leo.


    Those memories were horrifying night terrors that continued to haunt the Jackns until the present day.


    The memories were so horrifying that, even at present, the Jackns who had survived the ughter dared not continue to resist.


    “Leave none of them alive. We do not need prisoners.”


    Kant’s voice was heard throughout the Oasis Lookout, which, at the same time, sealed the horrible fates of the Jackns.


    The knights continued to pursue the Jackns who had scattered and escaped.


    The Swadian Peasants and Swadian Recruits circled the Oasis Lookout’s pond and began cleaning up any Jackns found within the tents of the tribe. Since they had won, they were relegated to cleaning up the battlefield.


    The Jackns, who had all lost the will to resist, became sheep awaiting ughter.


    Furthermore, those ferocious primitive beings were unable topete with humans when it came to war, be it in terms of tactics or weapons and equipment.


    The evening sun finally set beyond the dunes.


    The fighting was over.


    The remaining glow of the sun struggled to light the darkened sky, giving off final bits of light before eventually setting.


    Before long, the moon was vaguely seen rising into the sky.


    A night sky filled with stars quickly took over. The high temperatures of the day seemed to have instantly subsided. The strong wind blowing from the depths of the desert brought with it a chilling cold. A few hourster, the temperature in the Nahrin Desert dipped to a freezing minus 4 degrees Fahrenheit.


    Of course, such bone-chilling cold had yet to hit them.


    The knights, who had been killing all over the ce just a short while ago, gathered around on their horses. The cooling winds felt veryfortable.


    “Your Lordship, your fief is now finally yours.”


    Rowan, the captain of the knights, got off his horse. His expression remained cold.


    The linen robes, which Rowan and the knights behind him wore over their mail armor, were all stained with huge patches of blood. It was as if their garb had been dyed. They looked very out of ce.


    Four or five unlucky ones ended up injured. Either their arms were hanging limply, or they were walking with a limp.


    It was obvious that the battle had not been an easy one.


    Some Jackns burst forth under the threat of death, yet they still managed to deal light damage to the knights at the front.


    “You should probably wash your wounds.”


    Kant looked at the injured ones and nodded to Rowan, saying, “If you don’t mind, I can bandage your men’s wounds. I learned first-aid knowledge on the battlefield from veterans quite a while ago.”


    “That won’t be necessary.” Rowan immediately declined.


    They were military veterans. Dressing and bandaging wounds were things that their men could easily do.


    Captain Rowan coldly said to Kant, “We will leave at once, right now.”


    The knights behind him all looked at Kant coldly. Even if he were to lower his status, none of the knights would behave or look any friendlier toward him.


    Everyone knew who had started all the fighting.


    “Are you leaving now?”


    Kant frowned slightly and said in an exasperated manner, “This is rather unexpected. Perhaps you all should stay and rest for a couple of days.”


    Furthermore, the Nahrin Desert at night was not a good time to do such a thing.


    Without ample heat-retention equipment, temperatures of minus 4 degrees Fahrenheit were easily life-threatening.


    “We don’t need rest. We will leave immediately after replenishing our stores of fresh water.”


    As he spoke, Rowan wiped the blood off of his face. His tone confirmed that he would not be negotiating. He was simply making a firm statement.


    He turned around to face the knights and yelled, “What are you people still standing there for? Get the water sacks and clothes from the carriages. Get ready to go home after you get the water filled. Hurry up!”


    “Yes, Sir!” the knights responded and left to immediately get their taskspleted.


    Their assignments were clear. They quickly took their tents and wool clothing for warmth from the carriages. At the same time, each of them carried five extra water sacks. They filled the sacks at the pond.


    “Alright, I wish you all a quick and safe journey home. Enjoy yourgers at the tavern when you return.”


    Kant shrugged exasperatedly and continued, “By then, I figure you people will be bragging about your time with me as you talk about the battle today.”


    Rowan narrowed his gaze while the knights behind him all looked cold and uncaring.


    None of them cared about the cold joke that Kant had just uttered. They were busy with their own tasks. When everything was done, they mounted their horses and left without the slightest intention of even saying farewell to Kant.


    In their eyes, Kant was little more than a stranger to them.


    “Farewell.”


    Kant waved them goodbye, nheless, looking calm as he did so.


    As a noble and a revered baron, he had long learned how to be shameless when the time called for it.


    That was how nobles survived around each other.