Chapter 116: Going Out to Meet the Enemy (I)

Of course, there was nothing good to smell outside the fortress except the stench of soldiers, excrement, and blood.

Field was so upset: "I miss the night collar because of this unpleasant smell."

Although the night collar has poor ventilation, at least you don’t have to worry about stepping on shit.

"I heard that you defeated a third-level rat demon?" Aisha kept a distance and did not turn her head as she spoke, "How brave."

"It was my knights and soldiers who took action. I also want to thank the goddess for her care."

Aisha was very curious about this matter: "Did you really survive in the Night Territory? It's full of rotting corpses. You should change your territory."

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There is no choice, who would want to open up wasteland.

Field said nonsense: "I'm just struggling to survive. If I can't hold on any longer, I will come back. The worst I can do is not give up my title of nobility. In fact, I would rather be a bounty hunter, haha."

"No! It's just stupid... Well, I mean it's good to have ideals, but it's unwise to give up the title of nobility." Aisha was startled by Field, and she wanted to curse irritably. Without the title of nobility, she is just a lowly person. It’s just a human being, that’s nothing to talk about. But she opened her mouth and changed her words, "I believe you will make a rational choice."

"It's hard to hold on. Look at my army. Not to mention knights, there are only a few horses, not to mention weapons. They were all destroyed in the battle against corruption."

"This is not a problem. I will send you some horses and weapons. Our family can give you some help."

"I will, you are an angel."

Field was almost laughing to death. He had confirmed his guess and gained some benefits.

Rubbing his chin, Field sighed inwardly.

"It seems that my cheap father, Count Kurt, is dying. The Nibelungen family can't wait to get a share of the pie. Hey, I don't even care about the inheritance, but someone helps me care about it. It's really an honor. ah."

Judging from the family power map of the empire, the Ross family is mainly in the province of Rick, but they also have enclaves in the province of Morrowind, with a total of two cities, three fortresses, and large tracts of land directly under their jurisdiction.

Night Territory is also one of the enclaves of the Ross family. When the sixth-level divine choice of the Ross family was not dead, it was at its peak. Enclaves and industries were everywhere, and the family was extremely powerful. But now, even the ancestral land is being targeted.

"When we first met, he said that I was a good old man. He had already inquired about me, and he was trying to bully honest people."

After the death of Earl Cote, Field, as a heir, was able to get some land. If Field marries Elsa, the Nibelungen family will have room for maneuver.

First, let Field gain the Morrowind territory through interpersonal operations.

Then someone killed Field, and Elsa became his wife and inherited all the land.

The Nibelungen family can easily obtain huge benefits and still act like nothing happened.

From the fact that Elsa has already made a contract, but is still looking for a husband, we can definitely see the problem, because they have no intention of actually "getting married."

"Of course, it may be true love, although the possibility is zero." Field muttered, he still knew how much he weighed.

"What are you thinking about?" Aisha pushed the hair from her temples behind her ears.

"It's okay, I'm just thinking about the war."

The two chatted casually for a few words, and then Aisha left.

But Field believes that as long as he takes more initiative, Aisha will be "happy" to contact him, even though her face is full of being forced to do business.

Soon, soldiers sent equipment and horses.

There are six war horses in total, and one of them is particularly handsome and has the blood of Warcraft.

In addition, there are twenty hickory crossbows, fifty square shields, and fifty standard sabers.

"It's really good." Field was very happy, playing with the shield and long knife in his hand.

"Woo~~"

There was a rallying horn in the distance. Field found a high platform, built a pergola, and watched for a while. He immediately came down and urged: "Hammer, distribute the weapons. The rebels have launched an attack and are ready to fight."

The next morning, it was slightly bright.

Amidst the muffled sound of the horn, countless people wearing tattered linen clothes, holding wooden sticks, dung forks or hatchets, mingled together densely. There were men, women, and even children. They looked frightened and trembling. He was taking steps of varying sizes, but he was shouting a slogan: "Shadow descends into the world, blood sacrifice to the true God!"

More than 50,000 villagers were transformed by the Eyes of Long-cherished Wishes and began to gather under the orders of the cultists. They stretched endlessly for more than ten miles, preparing to attack the fortress.

The nobles have blocked the cultists in Itavin for almost a month. If they don't break out, they will die trapped here.

In the middle of the queue surrounded by villagers, a group of about three thousand armored warriors stood out. They wore gray and white robes, their faces were covered with unknown runes, and they roared loudly.

"God's will orders you to take the fortress!"

The commander-in-chief of the imperial army in this battle, Governor Tacolin, also fully explained what the pride and arrogance of the nobles are.

He paid no attention to farmers and cultists.

Instead of relying on fortress defense, take the initiative and fight head-on!

Amidst the high-spirited roars and prayers, the noble coalition poured out from the gates of the fortress and formed different sizes of military formations on the field. This battle involved the private elites of the nobles of the three provinces of Kada, Morningwind and Rick, as well as the Imperial Legion and the Griffin Knights, as well as the knights composed of adventurers, patriots, and small nobles from all around.

Soon, military flags were everywhere. The magicians kept throwing long-range magic or reconnaissance magic at the enemy's military formation. The soldiers shouted excitedly in unison, and the shouts shook the sky.

"Fight for the Empire!"

"Fight for the Queen!"

"Fight for glory!"

"Very good, the formation is almost complete. Let Livlasa lead a thousand heavy cavalry and immediately attack the rebels head-on! Then the whole army will press on." Taklin stood on the watchtower of the fortress, and he was full of heroic spirit. He slapped the railing and said angrily, "I will make these mud legs pay the price!"

"Sir, do you want to let the scouts test? We haven't seen the enemy's chosen one yet." A noble asked.

Taklin waved his hand indifferently: "No need, they are just a mob, we must crush them head-on."

"Yes! Follow your will, use the sound transmission magic to notify everyone and prepare to attack!"

The commander of the rebels was also possessed by some kind of demon. His subordinates were all pale and skinny mobs, but they were not at all inferior to the coalition forces of tens of thousands of nobles.

The heavy horn sounded, echoing in everyone's chest.

The controlled people trembled wildly, and tears squeezed out of their eyes because of fear, but their bodies moved forward involuntarily, surrounded by soldiers and cultists shouting.

"Blood sacrifice to the true God!"

"Blood sacrifice to the true God!"