Chapter 6: The Color of Blood Under the Evening Sun

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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 a lake formed by a geyser. Judging from the area alone, it was approximately 82 feet by 19 feet. Considering the minimal mass, it was more accurate 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 Poplar Trees.

Those green plants 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 Jackalans take the place.”

“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 looked completely 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 Jackalan 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 the last bit of