Chapter 337 The Lost Horse

On the dark and scary path, Aniri, known as the "little fierce horse", drove the horse with his heart beating wildly, avoiding the ubiquitous rotten tentacles, and the ubiquitous screams almost drove him crazy.

This convoy of a hundred people was already on the verge of collapse.

The corpses and monsters that kept crawling out of the ground scared everyone in Liema Castle to the point of turning pale.

"Sir, take a rest. We should let the craftsmen maintain the carriage. The damn tentacles are wrapped around the wheels." The knight in light armor rode to Aniri's side, breathing heavily, with a hoarse voice like a bellows, "The women cannot bear the long ride. We haven't slept for two days."

"No, it took a lot of effort to sneak out. We have not yet left the actual control range of the Bull Territory. Once the rebels catch up, my father's blood will be shed in vain."

Aniri said angrily to everyone: "As quickly as possible, reach the Maple Leaf Territory and convey the news of the rebels to the Imperial Capital."

"But, there are more and more rotten corpses. We need to rest before we have the strength to fight."

"Yes, sir, once you get caught in the tide of corpses and don't have the strength to rush out, you will be dead."

The surrounding knights only felt burning hunger in their stomachs, and their entourage and family members were also exhausted.

"The rotten corpse is a trick!"

Seeing everyone's depressed look, Aniri's nose almost became angry.

"They are one thousandth as scary as the rebels. Even the famous Waste Field can go back and forth in and out of the Night Territory. Don't tell me that you don't even have the courage to pass through the Night Territory. You are more incompetent than Field."

"Well..."

Everyone opened their mouths, everyone was so frustrated that they didn't know how to reply.

You guys are all barons, so it’s okay to scold each other a few times. We really don’t dare to scold each other.

The knights knew that the hatred of killing their wives and annihilating their clans had blinded the eyes of the new lords. Everyone sighed helplessly, now they could only follow all the way to darkness.

"Okay, is this an expression? Let me show you how weak the rotten zombies are. Even an old lady can easily kill them."

Aniri clamped down on the horse's belly, and the lance in his hand sprang out like a poisonous snake. He didn't even use his fighting spirit. The terrifying power directly blew the heads of the three rotting corpses that were surrounding him. The corpses' heavenly spirit caps wrapped around them and shot out with large pieces of filth.

"Is it difficult? They're just rubbish. They can be killed easily."

Unsatisfied, Aniri rushed directly into the surrounding corpses, dashing from left to right, killing more than twenty rotting corpses in a moment, and returned covered in blood.

"What a terrifying spearmanship. Your Excellency is a true knight."

"As expected of the heir to the Liema family."

"Such strength is undoubtedly among the top among the new generation of barons."

"It's a pity that there has never been a chosen one in the Liema family's territory. Otherwise, our family would definitely be able to go further."

Although everyone was still a little dissatisfied, seeing how domineering and powerful the lord was, they no longer dared to complain and forced themselves to start the convoy.

This scene was displayed in front of everyone by Ofili's Ruining Spell without any trace of it falling.

"Sir, this is the carrion used for reconnaissance under my control. I have seen a scene." Ofili leaned on the exquisite recliner, his long and fleshy legs crossed, and his white soles swayed from time to time. He was very impressed. Se, "I don't know what kind of force they are, and they didn't act rashly."

"Timely reporting is worthy of praise, but when you ran away for Mao, you had to bring a recliner and wine. Wait, where did you get this wine?"

Field was quite speechless looking at the little meat dragon who was more impressive than himself.

Ofili was lying on his back as if sunbathing, with a carrion beside him fanning himself and the other carrying a plate. Just now, she ran to the iron ore outpost with a look of embarrassment to discuss the intruders with Asheina, and Field happened to be there too.

"Humph, even if it is a war, black tea, wine and steak are indispensable. The country fish baron is like this. He only needs to fight rudely or arrange tasks. But we, the nobles of the Dragon Tower Kingdom, have much more to consider. For example How to steal wine from the underground of a large winery, or consider how mature a steak is.”

"state!"

An unceremonious blow hit Ofili directly on the head.

"Ugh..." Ofili covered the bag on his head, showed his fangs, like a cat with fried fur, and said with a fierce expression, "Bug, how dare you disobey me, let alone attack your own God's chosen one. "

"Get out of the way, let me sit in this seat." Field picked up Ofili like an orange cat, "I can't tell the difference between the king and the king. He just drank my wine secretly, but he still pulls it like this. Don't think you I'm afraid of the grown-up sister. She won't work well with me and will turn into a cute little loli."

"You, if I let you get over it for once, I'll save everyone from saying that I bully the small ones."

That's what he said, but Ofili secretly put a corner of his tail on the chair to show that he was still sitting in the chief seat.

His own black crow tracked Baron Fierce Horse and others, and sent back a bird's-eye view to Field. The entire team appeared in his mind exactly as it was.

"Sir, what do you need us to do next?" Ashina summoned the dragon wolf, ready to attack at any time.

"They are not members of the Shadow World Sect. I have some impressions of this Baron." Field rubbed his chin and searched for the memory left by the original owner. "It seems that he is the son of Baron Liima. He does not take the normal road, but walks at night. "Hey, hum, I understand."

Tisifa on the side was confused and came up to ask: "What do you know?"

"If I'm right, the Shadow World Sect has blocked the road, and they can't take the normal road." Ophelia was born as a commander, and she immediately saw the key to the problem. She twisted her big, shiny tail and licked her lips, "How about killing them for dessert? I will personally twist off their heads and give them to you."

"No, there are many useful people in this team."

Black Crow can see their configuration clearly. There are six or seven people dressed as craftsmen and blacksmiths. There are twenty-one women sitting in the open carriage, and they are not dressed as village women. The rest of the men are warriors and militiamen, including a total of twenty-three cavalrymen.

Such a force is enough to fight a small-scale battle. Of course, it is a battle of small nobles.

"Tsk, every time I see an open carriage, I want a sniper rifle to let the people inside open their minds." Field's hands are itchy.

"Didn't you say that I can't kill them? Trash fish are just troublesome." Ophelia pouted and waved her claws in dissatisfaction.

Field left the recliner, picked up his lance, climbed onto his horse, and said coldly, "Not killing them doesn't mean letting them go. This is the confidence that inequality gives me."