Chapter 284 Losses and Gains (I)

The Carrion Lord was swallowed whole by the dragon wolf, and then the dragon wolf grinned with satisfaction.

"The little wolf cub is quite vindictive." Field patted the dragon wolf's neck. This guy was beaten badly in order to block Chica's fatal blow, "Thanks to you."

The dragon-born wolf snorted, making a ruminating sound in his throat, and spat out a pale stone.

Then he swung his tail and walked away briskly.

"What is this?" Rosaria's eyes lit up. "It contains very powerful corrupting energy. Not only that, this should be a consumable artifact."

Field picked up the stone, wiped it dry with a handkerchief, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, and said suspiciously: "It looks like a broken stone, but it has a layer of light. It was almost eaten by a black wolf. Is it really an artifact? It's simply weak. Exploded.”

"You actually questioned this lady."

Rosaria was so angry that she closed her eyes and turned her head: "Ignore you for thirty seconds."

"Why did it last so long this time? Don't be angry."

He wanted to pat Rosalía, but she reached out and opened her hand. Field showed a wilted smile: "If you are not allowed to pat your head, then try this."

Field directly pinched the person's thigh, but the smooth white skin was too tight, and it slipped open after two pinches.

"Wow, you are so outrageous!"

Like a frightened cat, Rosaria jumped up in fright and wanted to kick her, but thinking that she was her own lord, she endured it.

She whispered resentfully: "If you want to touch me, don't do it in public. How unbecoming is it?"

"Okay, okay."

Field was overjoyed. He knew that Rosalia was actually very face-conscious and would be very unfaithful when she was alone, but in front of everyone, she always stubbornly maintained her aristocratic persona.

"Since it is a divine weapon, let me try to take possession of it."

Cutting his finger, Field squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it into it. As the blood and stone reacted strongly, information was immediately received in his mind.

God-given object: the origin of tiny corruption (no grade, small consumable, not unique)

Source: Goddess of Corruption

Effect: Gather the surrounding corrupt energy and quickly gather the original vitality for yourself.

Special effect: After using Corruption God's Choice, life strength will be permanently increased.

"I'll knock it, it's a good thing." Field was shocked. He didn't expect that an ordinary, smelly stone could actually be the source of corruption. He handed the source of corruption to Rosaria. Field said generously, "I can give this to you. use."

"Huh?" Staring eyes stared straight at the source of corruption. Rosaria opened her mouth, glanced at the friends around her, and said arrogantly, "I am very fair, the spoils belong to everyone, I can't take it all alone."

Field said matter-of-factly: "There is nothing to be modest about. You are the only corrupt divine choice here, and others cannot use it. In the future, if there are artifacts suitable for Asuna and the others, they will naturally belong to them."

Moreover, Rosalia needs a strong accumulation of health points because of her blood-stained life ability. The stronger the vitality, the greater the potential of the blood-stained horoscope.

"What about you? You also have a share of the spoils."

"I'm still thinking about you, my lord, so I'm not hurting you in vain." Field was so moved that he immediately said, "In exchange for giving up the spoils of war, you will give me a suit of high-heeled clothes. You have long legs and don't wear high-heeled clothes." Wasted."

White silk was invented much earlier than high silk. Of course, the texture of white silk now is cotton.

"You're still rubbing your nose and your face." Rosalia smiled, "What is Hisi? I don't know magic."

"It's not a magical creation, but clothes." Field smiled wilfully, "Very breathable stockings, preferably 5D, the thinnest."

According to my own observations, Rosaria may also be the chosen god of all corruptions. They all have a skill that is applicable, but not very useful.

That is to be able to use divine power and life energy to weave your own clothes.

Therefore, they don’t have to worry about the risk of being exposed.

Rosaria still didn't understand the sinister intentions of the person in front of her. She raised her long hair and said with a smile: "Okay, I am in a good mood. I agree to your request. Please describe it to me in detail."

"There's no rush, let's repair it first. Although the remaining rotten corpses are nothing to fear, our condition is too bad."

After defeating the Carrion Lord, Field felt relaxed all over, but fatigue surged into his heart, making him want to sleep.

"I'm also very tired, so I'm going back to rest first."

Rosaria returned to the Great Sword of Gluttony, and Field carried it on his back and stretched lazily.

"I can't treat one favorably, so I'll reward you too."

Field patted Asuna and Tisifa on the head one by one as encouragement.

"Hehe, you're the best, sir." Asheena wagged her tail happily.

"Well... Field, it's best not to touch him casually. I've used a lot of divine power, and I feel like the curse is about to break out again." Tisi's pretty face turned red and her eyes dodged.

"Thank you also for your contribution to the Night Territory. I will reward you, Miss Allison."

Field nodded kindly to Allison.

Without this "mercenary", the battle situation would have been even more intense. Alison alone was able to contain a large number of ordinary carrion corpses and a fourth-level corrupted dog.

"You're welcome."

Seeing that Field didn't pat her head, but just nodded politely, Alison felt disappointed for no reason.

It was as if everyone had candy, but she didn't. That sense of imbalance was very uncomfortable.

But she knew that she had not joined the Night Lord, so how could she receive the same treatment?

She had to keep emphasizing in her heart: Who wants him to pat my head? I don't want it.

When everyone returned to the city wall, the soldiers had stood up again, looking at Field with burning eyes.

The soldiers used their exhausted hands to raise the wolf flag of the Night Lord high, and the fluttering flag fluttered in the wind.

The dirty blood splashed in the previous battle had dried on everyone's armor. With a slight shake, the powdery blood fragments fell down.

"Long live Lord Field!"

"Long live!"

All the soldiers were cheering, and even the captains at all levels were not as serious as before. The soldiers of a hundred people burst into cheers like a tsunami.

Field knew that the soul of this army had begun to condense.

It was just a small fight before, but this time they really defeated their opponents with one against a hundred. The self-confidence brought by the victory will take root in everyone's heart, turning them into ruthless war machines, and no longer questioning the decisions of the superiors.

On the city wall, everyone buried the pot and cooked, and fell asleep after eating.

At noon the next day, Field woke up with his head in his hand.

"My lord, you should rest for a while, and I will blow the porridge cool for you."

The sight was Gaoglisi, who was holding a bowl of ground oatmeal porridge and cut the bread.

"Let me do it, I'm not so tired now."

Field patted the little fox's head lovingly. Although she didn't go down the city wall to fight, she was also on the city wall, exhausting the last bit of divine power.

You know, Gaoglisi is not the chosen one for fighting, and it is amazing to have such a tenacious fighting will.

Taking the bowl, Field drank it in big gulps, and felt that all the organs in his body were stretched.

"My lord, please take a good rest. Leave the fighting to us."

It was the first time that Gaoglisi saw Field in such a mess. Although Field usually didn't dress up too much, she always looked calm, clean and elegant.

"It's nothing. I can rest assured after I finish the things here."

Not taking it seriously at all, Field said in a deep voice: "How many people died this time?"

"Thirty-two soldiers of the First Army left us, nineteen of whom died of infection. They didn't persist in treatment." Gaoglisi was originally sentimental, and her eyes were blurred with tears. "Forty-seven slaves died, three of whom were executed by Mr. Bobcat while escaping."

"Well..."

It was less than expected, but it still made Field very sad, especially the soldiers who died in battle.

These are the elite among the elite. Even if they were placed in the Queen's army, they would be enough to be the vanguard.

The slaves suffered heavy casualties, entirely because they had no armor and were exposed to the enemy's long-range firepower. If it weren't for the fact that the city wall was already in a desperate situation, it is estimated that if five people died, they would have fled collectively.

"Bang!"

Suddenly a wooden stick hit the little fox on the head from behind.

"Ugh, it hurts."