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Now that the original owner has done a good job of the world, Field can benefit from this in the future, who knows.
"Ha ha, Baron Bull and his son, but famous, er, I'm sorry I said too much." The Khal quickly shut his mouth, and in the presence of the nobles, arranged another nobleman, who was not long for life, even if the man before him was famous for his cowardice.
Because he was looking for trouble, he broke the aristocrat's affair, and he lost his future and was exiled to the north.
Field wanted to ask more questions, but he noticed that on the little map in his head, a field of red skull symbols suddenly appeared and moved rapidly in his direction.
"Oh, is someone coming to meet us?" Field is no fool, the skull mark is not a good thing, and send the footman to call Knight Connor.
"Ha ha, with all due respect, my Lord Baron is paranoid!" Connor listened to the footman's slightly anxious words, laughed, looked disdainful, and said sarcastically, "This is the strongest link of the Empire's defense line after the wall of the fortress of Ka-shan, if there is danger here, I will eat all the manure of the war horse!"
In Connor's mind, Field has been branded as "the last struggle of a desperate man."
"Tell you barons that going to the nightcollar is under the supervision of both the law and the family, and cannot be temporarily withdrawn; it is not in keeping with the character of a noble."
The valet heard Connor's aggressive statement, lost confidence, and had to return.
Field just said "Oh" and told the slaves to slow down.
Connor, on his horse, was forced to walk at the head of the pack.
"Coward! It is not his lordship that gave birth to such a cowardly creature." Connor sneered.
But soon his face became very ugly.
Because, Field met the "local" who greeted them warmly.
"Roar! A strange cry came.
"Are you coming?" Field chuckled. "Looks like somebody's having horse manure for dinner today."
In a burst of fright, Field passed the slaves in his way and saw pairs of white-eyed dead monsters dressed as peasants, striding toward him, with a dozen or so normal humans running ahead of them. Even from the distance of 100 meters, the Yin cold and foul air and rancid smell still hit the face.
These dead bodies are the products of the Northern Provinces!
"What's going on? We're not even in the North yet. How can there be monsters?" Connor, the captain of the cavalry, spat and cursed misfortune. Looking at the difference, he unexpectedly met an accident, "Mount, knights, ready to fight!"
What's more disgusting is that his own front foot also mocked Field, which made him particularly angry.
Connor raised his rifle reluctantly, but if he didn't do his duty, he'd be cut off from the upper class.
Twenty horsemen immediately formed a line, mounted their horses to the high ground on the right, and then, with the help of downhill acceleration, charged quickly towards the corpses.
"It is better to ask others than to ask yourself." Field's heart also tensed, he looked deeply into the teeth of the rotting corpse, and called to the slaves behind him: "Join the wooden wheel together, men of courage, take up farm tools and fight with me!" I will give rewards based on performance.
The slaves were unmoved, shivering behind the caravan or praying for a miracle.
"Don't count on the waste." The butler's legs are shaking so much, it looks like he's stuffed an electric motor inside, and he's scared to pee! He tugged at Field's coat and trashed, "My Lord, let's run for our lives, uh, I mean strategic retreat, don't worry about these bastards, just buy them when you're dead."
Field pulled away the butler's hand, frowning, "This kind of thing will scare you, you'd better not go to the North Province."
You think I want to! The Count named me by name! The Khal, the steward, was so eager to rise that his face turned red.
"Huh? Any enemies?" Asina jumped from the carriage, and after many days of cultivation, she was out of the state of sallow and thin, and the flesh grew in the place where it should have grown, white and tender, and if it were not for the slave mark and the maid's dress, she would have looked like a noble lady.
"My Lord, I... I'll do my best to protect you!"
Ashna held her powdery fist in front of Field, shaking like a kitten in the cold.
"Not so much." Looking at Asina's Wolf ears, which had become airplane ears because of nervousness, Field could not laugh or cry, but he was still very relieved that the meat and bread were not free to eat.
Not like some nasty guy who eats his own food and hates himself.
"Help! Running in the front of the farmers saw the savior, crying father and mother rushed over, with the body swarm also gathered.
"For glory!"
After reaching a certain distance, Connor's cavalry launched an assault. They shouted slogans, and stretched out their three-meter-long riding guns as far as they could to face the bodies.
"Snort! Snort!"
A series of biting flesh sounds came, seven or eight zombies were directly picked up by the gun, like broken gunny bags fell to the ground, corrupt into purple blood, free of charge spray out, soaked the ground sticky.
This is just an appetizer, and after the charge of the lance, the cavalry will turn back, with chain hammers or sabers, swinging quickly at the battle horse, accompanied by the flying of blood flowers, the decayed bodies will fall like wheat, some will be taken down by the horse, and then be stomped on by the hoof, the scene is like slaughter.
The missing carrion, is the head of the field organization of the car array, carrion brain has become adornment, they do not know tactics, even in the thrashing and biting wooden wheel.
'Oh dear! The slaves pushed each other and were trapped in the caravan, so crowded that they could not escape.
The butler didn't fare much better. The faucet stopped working, and his pants got wet.
"Fuck you, a bunch of wimps."
Although also afraid, but Field is not so exaggerated, may be related to the love of apocalyptic novels and zombie movies before the time travel.
"Master Ben must do it himself."
Field not even a soldier, see the corpse action is quick, and not afraid of life and death, but silly action is not without solution, had to do it himself, this body at least also learned some basic fighting skills.
With a whoop, Field took advantage of the carrion to push the cart, thrust the sword into the neck of the zombie, and then pulled to one side, the carrion's head like a branch struck by lightning, drooping on his chest.
"Vomit ~"
The smell of rancid and fermented feces came uninvited into his nose, so irritating that Field almost vomited. But there was a tingle of excitement in him, and in his soul Field had warlike blood in his veins.