The team members on this trip have been reduced a lot, and Mo Bei brought a total of about thirty people.
These people have all had contact with Luokan's ethnic group and have a certain understanding of their situation.
Although Rokan claims to be the strongest person in this desert, according to Adric and others, the individual strength of the job-changers in their tribe is not much stronger than them.
The strength of the Sand Bandits is mainly limited by the high incomplete job transfer rate and the lack of supplies.
Basically, there are people in all ethnic groups who are responsible for repairing equipment, but without a foundation in runes and other related technologies, the scope of repairs they can do is very small.
Therefore, even if the bandits have good equipment, many of them are in a scrapped state and are of no use other than looking annoying.
In addition, they also hate the fact that monster explosion equipment needs to be identified. Let alone the identification scroll, they can't even make it on paper.
Apart from buying these necessities from some job-changers who had dealings with them, they could only hope that the monsters would drop them, but there was never enough. Sometimes it takes a month to identify a piece of equipment, just because it has good attributes, but if it is rubbish, it can make you shut down.
Mo Bei felt that it was already very frustrating to find equipment but not be able to use it because it was not of a high level, and the problems these bandits had to face all along were simply terrible torture.
The three days of traveling made Mo Bei and the three of them a little overwhelmed. Finally, eight days later, they saw an exposed rocky hill from a distance.
After seeing the territory of Adric and his tribe, Mo Bei had always been curious about the living environment of this largest bandit tribe. Now he finally saw it and thought to himself that these people are really good at finding places.
This kind of rocky hill is very rare in this desert, and it is even rarer to be surrounded by an oasis.
I saw many paths and caves carved out of the rocks.
"It's hard to do... Occupying such a geomantic treasure, are they willing to move away?" Mo Bei sighed as he approached and sighed that this is such a good place. The small village over there in Lu Gaoyin is really incomparable. . . . .
Perona suddenly pulled him and whispered:
"Coven."
"Is there much?" Mo Bei immediately raised his hand to stop everyone in their tracks, looked up at the observation tower on the top of the rocky hill, and saw that the people above were already looking this way.
What he was most worried about happened. The Wizards Association was able to infiltrate people into the city of Lu Gaoyin, so naturally these bandits were inevitable.
However, they still seemed to look down on those small ethnic groups. At least their presence was not detected in the two villages before. Maybe they ran away because they thought life was too hard.
"twelve."
Mo Bei was slightly relieved when he heard Perona say this number.
Although twelve people are a lot, for Luokan, a group with five to six hundred people who have just changed jobs, it is only a scratch.
Unless these twelve are all captains, this infiltration would not be serious, but that situation is obviously impossible.
Not only did these bandit groups reject Lu Gaoyin's career change, they also had no favorable impressions of those members of the Wizard's Guild.
A team acts collectively, and even as the captain it is difficult to avoid other members playing tricks, so these twelve people are probably one of the teams who have all defected.
Adric and the others learned that there were members of the Witcher Guild lurking among Rokan's tribe, and decided to follow Mo Bei in to see what was going on.
There were only twelve of them, and the boss sent them away with one sword.
As they approached, a patrol team of more than a dozen people appeared at the edge of the oasis and stopped them.
Later, more teams gathered from different directions. It was obvious that this group had a very strong defense force.
"I came to see your leader Luokan. I have something to discuss with him." Mo Bei said.
"Who are you?" The leader looked a little impatient. From his tone, it seemed as if something important had been interrupted.
"This is our leader! Be polite, your boss Rokan may not be his opponent." Adric said.
"Are you also here to challenge Boss Luokan?" the other party asked suspiciously.
"That's right." Mo Bei responded in a deliberately understated tone. He didn't want to weaken the momentum of his group, which might be detrimental to the next thing.
"Follow me." The man seemed not to want to delay any longer and led the team directly back to his camp.
Mo Bei noticed that the other teams showed no signs of gathering behind them. Judging from their eagerness, it looked like there was excitement somewhere.
After entering their tribe's camp, they noticed the strange atmosphere here.
Outside an open cave at the bottom of the stone mountain, hundreds of people gathered in a circle. For a while, they couldn't see what was going on among the crowd, but they could already hear the sound of gold and iron clashing from within.
Fortunately, the circle was very large, so the crowd was not too crowded. Adric and the others quickly opened a gap and saw a scene that shocked them.
In an open space of 70 to 80 feet wide, two job transferees were fighting desperately. The battle was very stalemate.
"Yes...it's Luokan. Someone is actually challenging him!" A captain next to Mo Bei pointed at one of the people in the battle and said.
When Mo Bei heard this, he just glanced at the two people again, and then asked Perona in a low voice:
"Where are they?"
Perona said without pointing with her hands:
"One in the middle of the field, the rest on the west side."
"Is this... seizing power?" Mo Bei frowned, thinking that this was really a coincidence.
Looking at the two people in the field, it was obvious that they had been fighting for a while, and there was blood on their weapons and armor.
Rokan is one of the men who holds two giant battle axes and wears plate armor. He is not a tall man, but he is undoubtedly a barbarian who changed his profession the day after tomorrow.
Through the opening of the horned helmet, Mo Bei saw that his face was that of an old man about the same age as Aigis, who looked like a skinny old lion.
Although he looked old, his attacks were extremely sharp and cunning. His giant battle ax frequently landed on the opponent's heavily armored joints, clearly overpowering the opponent in terms of strength.
But the challenger, who was basically a member of the Wizards' Guild, relied on the high defense of the heavy armor and exchanged injuries with him. Seeing that his attack method turned out to be that of a barbarian, specializing in two-handed heavy swords.
"No wonder the fight was so lively... But Luokan seems to be at a bit of a disadvantage." Mo Bei muttered, while constantly observing the crowd's various reactions, and began to think about how to act.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the challenger was relying on his equipment to compete with Rokan, but the effect achieved was real. Unless Rokan had some trump cards, he would be exhausted by his opponent sooner or later.
But the old lion was obviously getting more and more ineffective as he fought. He roared violently, forced himself to take a breath and launched another fierce attack, but the coordination of attack and pace was obviously somewhat scattered.
But the challenger turned to defense. Although he took a few blows, he didn't see much damage. He took a deep breath when the offensive came back, preparing to kill Rokan in one go after the fierce fighting moo.
Naturally, Mo Bei would not let this matter develop as expected by the members of the Wizarding Association. He immediately whispered a few words to the people behind him, and then strode into the venue.
Rokan and the challenger sensed someone approaching and had to cautiously distance themselves from each other, both glaring at the uninvited guest who interrupted their duel. The crowd instantly became extremely noisy and angry.
"Don't make any noise, don't make any noise! I'm here to challenge you too!" Mo Bei waved his hands to everyone and shouted loudly.
There were shouts and curses from the crowd that Perona had previously identified as members of the Wizarding Association:
"Then just wait in line! Don't you know the rules!?"
Mo Bei glanced at the group of people and said disdainfully:
"I, like leader Luokan, am also a tribal leader. Who are you? What qualifications do you have to stand in front of me!?"
The crowd was suffocated. They didn't know where this rule came from. It was said so confidently, but it seemed to make sense.
Some of Rokan's diehards were naturally relieved. Their leader was clearly about to fall into a disadvantage just now, and they were looking forward to a slight delay. They immediately added fuel to the fire and shouted:
"The duel has been interrupted and has lost its fairness. Since there are other challengers, let's start again!"
As soon as this statement came out, more than half of the people responded quickly. It seemed that Luokan had great prestige in the clan and had not lost power because of his old age.
There were a dozen or so people who saw that their captain was about to take down Rokan, and the plan that had been planned for several years was about to be realized. Hearing this sentence was simply overwhelming.
However, they have confidence in their captain's strength and equipment. Even Rokan can be taken down, and another one is not a worry.
Luokan stood in the middle of the field, his face uncertain for a while, he raised his ax and pointed it at Mo Bei and said:
"you first?"
"No hurry, no rush, let's get rid of this little bastard first." Mo Bei waved his hand and smiled at him, then took out the heavy hammer and put it on his shoulder, glancing at the challenger.
