Chapter 403: The Fortress Weighed by Kilogram (I)

Swaro, the commander of the noble army, held a small meeting.

"I sent people to check the situation in the Bull Territory. Seventy percent of the corpses came from rotting corpses, and the rest were rebels. There are no our troops around. What is certain is that these corpses are not fake, but are real and authentic ones from the Ross family. The rebels fought."

"It's just that there is no trace of the Ross family's army around. I guess their army is resting at night."

As soon as Swaro came up, he announced his investigation.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I haven't calmed down yet. The mountain of corpses is so shocking."

"To kill so many rebels, the Ross family must have sent a large army."

"I didn't expect that the Rose family has returned to its former bloody nature. No, it can even be said to be bloody."

Hearing this, everyone started talking.

"Why do you care so much? Since the other party's leader is a young boy, they won't admit that they did it. We will just treat him as if we don't know and kick him out when discussing his merits."

An old baron sat in the corner, his wrinkled face full of displeasure. He was not impressive when he was young. Thinking of Field being so young, he was filled with jealousy.

"Hehehe."

Everyone cast mocking glances.

No wonder you are still sitting in the corner at your age. I don’t know how many people this stupid idea can offend.

The other party is not just lucky and has made great achievements, but he is really capable, but he just didn't say it out loud.

Swaro laughed out loud: "You are really not afraid of death. You can annihilate tens of thousands of zombies and a combined force of rebels, and it is no problem to raze your barony to the ground. Do you dare to ignore it? I don't dare." "

"Sir Swaro is right. Although the Ross family no longer has the sixth-level divine choice, it is still a behemoth. The fifth-level divine choice exists and still enjoys a major say in the empire."

"Their family showed their cruelty once, but did not say it out loud. They must be aware of their situation."

"I guess he wants to use his military exploits to exchange some benefits with us."

"It seems that old Earl Ross, although he is old, is still very sober."

"When the benefits are distributed, call Field. I don't want to be stabbed while hunting."

The nobles around him were talking about this.

"In that case, let me discuss it with him in detail." Sivarro looked around and saw that everyone was either nodding or avoiding their eyes, and there was no protest, so he smiled with satisfaction, "Don't worry, I know how to distribute benefits best."

Late that night, Field slowly entered the coalition camp with a cavalry force and a box of goods.

Marching and fighting did not affect the luxurious life of the nobles.

The bipedal flying dragons that quickly shuttled through the sky brought a large amount of noble materials to the coalition camp, including ice cubes, fine wine, high-end animal meat and fresh fruits.

"Good evening, handsome Sir Field."

As soon as they entered the camp, the gentle-tempered Chosen woman, wearing a decent dress, twisted her exaggerated waist and hips, greeted her with a smile: "Today's dinner cannot be complete without you. But Sir Swaro is already waiting. You, he can’t wait to hear about you. Let’s go have a little chat with Sir Swallow first, do you think that’s okay?”

Completely different attitude.

Different from the first counter-insurgency battle, Field suddenly felt that he was being watched by countless eyes.

Field said secretly: It's strength. As long as the strength is strong enough, it has to attract people's attention.

"Of course, that's why I'm here."

"plz follow me."

Field soon met the commander of the noble coalition: Swaro.

The empire's counter-rebellion seemed to have learned a painful lesson from the last time. It was no longer under the full command of the governor. Instead, the governor commanded the imperial army, and the great nobles commanded the coalition of nobles.

"We meet again."

Swaro wore Byzantine-style clothing like a large cloak and sat majestically at the main seat. He nodded to Field politely and extended his hand to introduce the gentle woman next to him.

"Ms. Lucy, the fourth-level Chosen One of our family, is also loyal to the empire and is my daughter-in-law."

The posture is quite grand. By the way, is it really good to take your daughter-in-law everywhere?

Field showed no signs of weakness. He raised his hands slightly to show that he was harmless, and then sat down with a sense of relaxation: "Our army killed the two deacons of the Shadow World Sect: Chemi and Jisina. They His body can be inspected by you."

"In addition, you can also check after killing three third-level corrupted gods. Oh, it's just a little more troublesome. Two of them are almost broken into pieces."

Field's light words were like a bolt from the blue in their ears.

"Hiss~"

As soon as these words were spoken, even Sivarro couldn't help but sit up straighter.

Lucy's pupils dilated instantly and she took a step back in shock: "Chemi...this cunning bastard is actually dead."

Killing five third-level divine selections, even the total number of kills in the first counterinsurgency campaign, is not that many.

You must know that defeating and killing are two different things. With the ability to dissociate artifacts, it is very simple for the chosen one to escape.

But the young man in front of him actually said such terrifying words with a lazy look on his face.

Could it be that the Ross family still hides their strength?

"Nephew Field, your father and I have a pretty good relationship. Son, I really didn't expect you to attack the rebels on a large scale. Why didn't you notify us? Otherwise, if the rebels were attacked from both inside and outside, none of them would be able to escape."

Swaro immediately changed his tone to a gentle tone and said indignantly.

Oh, it seems like I didn’t send the letter.

Field resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said bluntly: "But...our family, you know, is busy fighting against the elves. We have no interest in matters within the empire, so I hope to 'exchange' this honor." "

"Don't joke with me, Sir Field, it's not funny."

Killing five chosen gods and tens of thousands of troops was a huge achievement. Sivarro leaned forward, his heart couldn't help but beat loudly. Who doesn't want to be famous in the empire? Gain greater wealth and prestige.

"certainly."

This credit is too great for Field to swallow.

"Child, what do you want to exchange?" Seeing that Swaro couldn't hold himself any longer, Lucy asked Swaro considerately.

Field pondered for a moment and took out three vouchers: "I got the etiquette of the three border areas in Rick Province."

"Sorry kid, from the moment they rebelled, all etiquette became waste paper and needed to be reshuffled." Swaro glanced at it casually and said without hesitation, "The land of the empire is not made up of a piece of paper. It’s decided, otherwise the thief will become the biggest noble, just steal the piece of paper.”

"That's okay."

Field put the voucher away casually, not surprised, and pretended it had not happened.

"I want the bull collar." Field said seriously.