For bandit groups that had grown to a certain size, how could the paltry money from ambushing small caravans possibly cover their living expenses?
If they could endure hunger and poverty, they would never have come to the desert to become bandits.
Those who had truly been forced into the desert by desperation would not join their ranks.
And so, the nobles' caravans, which had always traveled freely through the desert... especially those transporting special ores, all came under attack.
To venture into the desert to transport ore during such a terrible drought, the people in these caravans naturally carried plenty of special supplies, such as Purewater Pearls and Nourishment Pearls.
Once the bandits had their first glimpse of the noble caravans' extravagance, what happened next hardly needed explaining.
But which family capable of sending caravans into the desert was easy to deal with? And which of them did not have an outpost along that main chain of oases?
Before the Undead had done much of anything, the Noble Coalition marched without hesitation toward the oases occupied by those bandits.
Of course, Hill could sense that the Undead had also contributed to bringing the two sides into conflict so quickly.
For instance, a certain Zhu Meili, famous for sowing discord.
But he could not figure out exactly how this person had done it.
Everything looked perfectly natural. The only unnatural thing was how quickly it had developed... far faster than these shortsighted bandits usually acted.
By rights, unless they were so hungry they had no other choice, they would never have thought of making a detour to cause trouble on the major trade route where nobles occupied the oases and collected tolls.
After all, the power and terrifying combat prowess of the nobles' private armies had left a deep impression