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

Since the original owner has done a good job of being a human being, Field may be able to benefit from this in the future.

"Haha, the Bull Baron and his son are famous. Uh, I'm sorry, I said too much." Kaa quickly shut up and arranged another noble in front of the nobles. He was too dissatisfied with his longevity, even if the person in front of him , famous for being cowardly and timid.

He was just looking for trouble and broke into a nobleman's affair, causing him to lose his future and even be exiled to the north.

Field wanted to ask more, but he noticed that a red skull symbol suddenly appeared on the small map in his mind and moved quickly in his direction.

"Hey, is it possible that someone has come to greet us?" He said this. Field was not a fool, and the skull logo was definitely not a good thing. He quickly asked the valet to call Connor Knight.

"Haha, with all due respect, Lord Baron is purely suspicious!" After hearing the slightly anxious words of the manservant, Connor laughed, showing disdain, and said sarcastically, "This is the strongest defense line in the empire after the wall of Kashan Fortress. One Ring, if there is danger here, I will eat all the horse dung from the war horse!"

In Connor's mind, Field has been labeled "the last struggle of a desperate man."

"Let me tell you, Baron, going to the Night Territory is under the joint supervision of the law and the family. You cannot retreat temporarily. This is not in line with the quality of a noble.

After hearing Connor's aggressive statement, the manservant lost confidence and had to come back to resume his life.

Field just said "Oh" and told the slaves to slow down.

Connor, who was riding a horse, was forced to walk in front of the team.

"Coward! How could the Earl give birth to such a coward?" Connor sneered quietly.

But soon, his face turned extremely ugly.

Because, Field met the "locals" who warmly welcomed them.

"Roar!" A strange cry came.

"Are you here?" Field chuckled, "It seems that someone's dinner today is horse manure."

Amid bursts of exclamations, Field looked past the slaves blocking the way and saw pairs of corpse monsters with gray-white eyes and dressed in peasant clothes, striding wildly in his direction. There were about a dozen others running in front of them. Normal human being. Even at a distance of a hundred meters, the cold hostility and rancid smell still hit my face.

These rotting corpses are the products of the Northern Province!

"What's going on? We haven't reached the northern border yet, how can there be monsters!" Cavalry Captain Connor spat, secretly cursing the bad luck. Seeing that he was ready to do his job, he unexpectedly encountered an accident, "Mount your horses, knights, prepare for battle!"

What's even more disgusting is that he also mocked Field with his front foot, which made him particularly annoyed.

Connor raised his rifle reluctantly, but if he didn't fulfill his obligations, he would never be associated with the upper class in the future.

Twenty cavalrymen immediately lined up in a line, rode their horses up to the high ground on the right, and then, using the acceleration of the downhill slope, they quickly charged towards the corpses.

"It is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself." Field became nervous. He took a deep look at the snarling carrion and shouted to the slaves behind him: "Connect the wooden wheel carts together. Men who are brave, pick up the farm tools." Fight with me! I will reward you based on your performance."

The slaves were unmoved, just hiding behind the convoy and shivering, or praying for a miracle.

"Don't count on those rubbish." The butler's legs were shaking so much, as if there was a small electric motor stuffed inside, and he was so scared that he almost peed! He tugged on Field's robe and tried to dissuade him with a trembling voice: "Sir, let's run for our lives. Uh, I mean a strategic retreat. There is no need to worry about these idiots. Just buy them after they die."

Field pulled away the butler's hand, frowned and said, "This little thing will scare you, so it's better not to go to the Northern Province."

You think I do! The count called me by name! Kaa, the butler, wished he could ascend to heaven where he stood, his face turned red.

"Ah? Are there any enemies?" Ashina jumped down from the carriage. After many days of cultivation, she got rid of the sallow complexion and thin skin. The flesh grew unambiguously where the flesh should grow. It was white and tender. If it weren't for There are also slave marks and maid costumes, making her look like a noble lady.

"Sir, I...I will try my best to protect you!"

Asheina raised her pink fist and stood tremblingly in front of Field, trembling like a kitten in the cold wind.

"That's not the case." Seeing that Ashina's wolf ears turned into airplane ears due to nervousness, Field couldn't laugh or cry, but he was still very relieved. After all, the meat and bread were not for free.

It's not like some hateful guys who eat their own food and still hate themselves.

"Help!" When the farmer who was running at the front saw the savior, he rushed over crying and gathered the corpses with him.

"For glory!"

After reaching a certain distance, Connor's cavalry launched an attack. They shouted slogans wildly, stretched out the three-meter-long lances in their hands as hard as they could, and faced the group of corpses with teeth and claws.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

A series of heart-wrenching sounds came, and seven or eight zombies were directly picked up by lances, and fell to the ground like broken sacks. After corruption, they turned into purple blood, which was sprayed out for free, soaking the ground. Got to be slimy.

This is just an appetizer. After charging with lances, the cavalrymen turned back, holding hammers or sabers, and swung them quickly on their war horses. With blood flowers flying, the corpses fell down like wheat, and some were killed by the war horses. He was brought down, and then his chest was crushed by an iron hoof. The scene was like a massacre.

The missing carrion crashed into the car formation organized by Field. The carrion's brains had become decorations. They didn't understand tactics at all, and they were even beating and biting the wooden wheeled car.

"Oh my God!" The slaves pushed each other and were trapped in the convoy. They were so crowded that they couldn't escape.

The housekeeper wasn't much better either. The faucet failed and his pants got wet.

"That's stupid, you're a bunch of cowards."

Although he is also scared, Field is not that exaggerated. It may be related to his love of reading apocalyptic novels and zombie movies before traveling through time.

"I still have to do it myself."

Field didn't even have a single soldier under his command. Seeing that although the wight was agile and not afraid of life and death, its stupid movements were not unexplainable, so he had no choice but to do it himself. This body had at least learned some basic combat skills.

With a low groan, Field took advantage of the rotten corpse pushing against the trolley and thrust his long sword into the zombie's neck, then pulled hard to one side. The rotten corpse's head was like a branch struck by lightning, hanging witheringly. chest.

"Ugh~"

The smell of rancidity and fermented feces poured into the nasal cavity unceremoniously, irritating Field to the point of almost vomiting. But he felt faintly excited in his heart. In his soul, Field had militant blood flowing.