Lord: Exiled by Stepmother, I'll Rule the World Anyway

Field still remembered that when he first came to the manor, he was peeped by a certain creature. Once he experienced that cold feeling, he would never forget it.

And that peek came from the basement of the main building of the manor. The small map marked the main building with a red dot as a mark. At first Field was always worried about being attacked, but as time went by, the red dot did not move at all, and Field felt relieved.

I thought about developing a wave and then killing it.

But now, the red dot actually appeared on the outside of the territory without any warning! At the same time, a skull symbol appeared out of thin air.

That's right, it's out of thin air.

Apparently a minute ago, the area around the territory was peaceful, and all the rotting corpses around had been cleaned up as best they could.

"That thing ran out!" Field was sweating coldly. Realizing that the danger was approaching, he quickly called Asheina.

"What's wrong? Sir."

Field just shouted his name, and Asheina jumped up from the basement, quickly flashed to Field's side, and her eyes subconsciously glanced around.

"The thing you are talking about is spying around the territory again. You go back to protect the territory first, and I will gather the people and arrive soon." Field did not yell in panic, but pondered for a moment, and then lowered his voice and said, "We can defeat If it doesn't work, it's best. If it doesn't work, retreat to the big winery. If it doesn't work, retreat. Remember, don't show off."

Anyone can function without the Nightfall, but without the Chosen One, destruction is a matter of minutes.

Ashina nodded solemnly and mounted the dragon wolf. A burst of intense purple and faint blue light burst out from the black wolf's body. The huge dragon wolf was like a black missile, fiercely shooting into the gray mist of death. All kinds of corrupted creatures on the way were immediately smashed into pieces, dust rose up, and rocks and sand flew away.

"Huh, it's really troublesome not to have extraordinary power." Field sighed. Especially when facing extraordinary enemies, it is easy to have a sense of powerlessness and decadence. But after just a moment, Field gritted his teeth and put away all the boring emotions. .

It would be strange if the territory was not invaded, otherwise the nobles would have recovered the northern province long ago.

Field ordered loudly, "Bobcat, leave the cart here and lead the troops to the big winery quickly! Prepare to fight."

"Yes, my lord!"

The slaves were still confused, and Bobcat dropped the bench in his hand and responded loudly.

On the other side, Starry Night Winery.

"Woo~woo~"

The low horn sound sounded for the first time in the big winery, perhaps ten years ago when the orcs invaded. But the same thing happened when the slaves who heard the horn sounded reacted. They looked around in confusion at first, and when they saw the guards in armor began to gather in formation, they immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

The territory instantly exploded, and slaves and freedmen dropped their farm tools and began to run away in the direction of the large winery.

Accompanied by screaming, crying and cursing, the dark crowd was in chaos.

"Calm down! The monster is still far away from you." Tate held a whip and tried his best to maintain poor order in the crowd.

After hearing this, the slaves were sure of one thing: a monster was really coming.

Suddenly the running became more chaotic, and people fell down from time to time.

Fortunately, Asheina's suggestion was very timely. Field did not let the slaves open up new territory. Instead, he stayed near the big winery to loosen the soil, so that the slaves could arrive at the big winery as soon as possible.

This heavy stone building carries the Starry Night family's expectations for wine. The entire building is made of marble blocks cut into squares. It is comparable to a fortress and is spacious enough. This is why Field chose this place as his base.

Kao was on the second floor of the big winery. When he saw the slaves pouring in to take refuge, he was very angry: "My lord, you should not allow them to take refuge. Those damn low-class people will make the floor dirty. Crock, ask the guards to look at it." Be careful, don’t let them go upstairs, and don’t let them go to the basement.”

In the opposite direction to the slaves' advance, a group of twenty guards gathered in the direction where the horn was blowing while sorting out their equipment.

"Damn idiots, why are you running away! We will bear the burden of death." Iron Hammer spat on his hand, and then wiped it on his beloved mace again and again, rubbing it until it sparkled, " Hehe, I'm still 9 silver coins away from being a slave. By then, I'll be hungover every day, and I'll have to go to the Maple Leaf Territory to show those stinky 'roast chickens' the perseverance of the men in the Nightfall Territory."

"Haha, you'd better survive until then, Hammer." The guard next to him put on an iron helmet, and when he ran with his armor covered in iron, there was a clanging sound.

"I will, I will." The hammer hit the helmet hard.

After everyone ran for a while, a large number of corrupted creatures appeared in their sight, and they immediately saw clearly the situation at the boundary of the territory. A large number of rotting corpses rushed into the territory. Countless corpses ran wildly and screamed. Some rotting corpses attacked and placed randomly. On the cart in the farmland, some rotting corpses ran towards the big winery with clear goals.

From time to time, arrows streak across the sky and shoot into the group of corpses, nailing some unlucky corpses to the ground and reducing the number of corpses.

Following the arrow's trajectory, Iron Hammer saw a wooden fortress surrounded by carrion corpses.

Because of the scarcity of materials in the Night Territory and the need to expand the living space all the time, there is no decent wall, but there is a small wooden castle.

The wooden piles were driven into the soil to form a circular simple fortress. It was called a fortress, but it only built a series of low wooden walls that reached to the chest, more like a sheepfold. Wooden heads are used behind the low wall to form a triangular stable structure, on which sharp objects or rattan can be arranged. There is only enough space for soldiers to stand in two rows behind the wooden wall to launch an attack, but similarly, the fighting surface of the rotten corpses will also change. Small.

This kind of wooden castle is undoubtedly more suitable for the current territory than the wall. Reality is not a game, and building a wall is not a click of a mouse, but building a small wooden fort is very simple. Field used wooden forts as part of the training for soldiers and built a few of them, but he did not expect that they would come in handy.

"It was sheep dung and they thought they were dead."

The guard, known as the Sheep Dung, was struggling to poke the halberd in his hand through the gap in the wood. He didn't need to aim. He could just stab it out mechanically and bring back a piece of crushed flesh and blood.

From time to time there would be guards, taking out arrows from the boxes, loading their crossbows, and then shooting at the carrion climbing up the wooden wall.

"Everyone, come with me and support the sheep dung." Iron Hammer howled, carrying the mace and heading towards the wooden fortress.

"Roar!"

The rotting corpses also discovered the group of tin cans, and their footsteps that were originally staggering suddenly accelerated.

A rotten corpse with an unusually strong right hand rushed to the front, throwing the other rotten corpses away for a distance. Everyone knew that if this guy wasn't an extraordinary carrion, he was also an extremely ferocious guy.