Chapter 327

On the dark and terrifying path, Anirui, known as the "Little Fiery Horse", drove his warhorse with a pounding heart, dodging the rotting tentacles everywhere. The screams everywhere almost drove him crazy.

This convoy of 100 people was on the verge of collapse.

The rotten corpses and monsters that kept crawling out of the ground scared everyone in the Fiery Horse Castle pale.

"Sir, take a break. We should ask the craftsmen to maintain the carriage. The damn tentacles are wrapped around the wheels." The knight in light armor rode to Aniri, panting, his hoarse voice like a bellows, "The women can't stand the long ride. We haven't closed our eyes for two days."

"No, we finally sneaked out. We haven't walked out of 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: "Reach Maple Leaf Territory as quickly as possible and convey the news of the rebels to the imperial capital."

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

"Yes, sir, once we are trapped in the tide of corpses and don't have the strength to rush out, we will die."

The surrounding knights only felt a burning hunger in their stomachs, and their followers and families were also exhausted.

"Rotten corpses are nothing!"

Seeing the listless look of everyone, Aniri's nose was almost crooked with anger.

"Can they be one thousandth as terrifying as the rebels? Even the famous trash Field can go 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 even more incompetent than Field."

"Uh..."

Everyone opened their mouths, feeling aggrieved, not knowing how to reply.

You are all barons, so it's okay to curse each other, but we really don't dare to curse.

The knights knew that the hatred of killing his wife and exterminating his family had blinded the eyes of the new lord. Everyone sighed helplessly, and now they could only follow him all the way to the end.

"Okay, this expression, right? Let me show you how fragile the corpses are. Even an old lady can easily kill them."

Anniri squeezed the horse's belly, and the lance in his hand rushed out like a venomous snake. He didn't even use his fighting spirit, and the terrifying power directly blew up the heads of the three corpses that surrounded him, and the corpses' heads were wrapped in a large piece of filth and shot out.

"Is it difficult? They are all just garbage, and can be easily killed."

Aniri, who was not satisfied, rushed directly into the surrounding corpses, rushed left and right, killed more than 20 rotten corpses in a moment, and returned covered in blood.

"What a terrifying spearmanship, you are a real knight."

"You are worthy of being the heir of the Liema family."

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

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

Although everyone was still a little dissatisfied, seeing that the lord was so domineering and powerful, they dared not complain anymore and forced themselves to start the convoy.

This scene was presented to everyone by Opheli's Guixu magic ball without missing a single detail.

"My Lord, this is the corpse I controlled for reconnaissance. I saw a scene." Opheli leaned on the exquisite recliner, crossed his long fleshy legs, and swayed his white feet from time to time, very proud, "I don't know what kind of force they are, so I didn't act rashly."

"It's commendable to report in time, but why did you take the recliner and wine with you when you ran away? Wait, where did you get this wine?"

Field looked at the little meat dragon who was more stylish than himself, and was quite speechless.

Opheli was lying on her back as if she was sunbathing, with a corpse fanning herself beside her and another holding a plate. Just now, she ran to the iron ore outpost with an embarrassed look on her face to discuss the invaders with Ashina, and Field happened to be there.

"Hehe, even in war, black tea, wine and steak are indispensable. The country barons are like this, just fighting roughly or arranging tasks. But we, the nobles of Longta, have more to consider. For example, how to steal wine from the basement of the big winery, or consider how well done the steak should be."

"Bang!"

An unceremonious blow hit Ofili's head directly.

"Woo..." Ofili covered the bump on his head, showing his fangs, like a cat with its hair standing on end, and said fiercely, "Bug, how dare you disobey me? You actually attacked your own chosen one."

"Get out of the way, let me sit here." Field lifted Ofili up like a ginger cat, "You can't tell the difference between the big and small kings. It's okay to steal my wine, but you're so arrogant. Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you look like a queen. All queens don't work on me, and they all become soft and cute little loli."

"You, I'll let you go this time, so that people won't say I'm bullying the weak."

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 main seat.

His black crow tracked Baron Fiery Horse and others, and sent a bird's-eye view back to Field. The whole team was presented in his mind.

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

"They are not from the Shadow World Sect. I have some impression of this baron." Field rubbed his chin and searched for the memory left by the original owner. "It seems to be the son of Baron Fiery Horse. He doesn't take the normal road, but the Night Territory. Hum, I know."

Tisif on the side didn't understand, and came up to ask: "What do you know?"

"If I'm not wrong, the Shadow World Sect has blocked the road, and they can't take the normal road. "Opheli, who was born as a commander, immediately saw the crux of 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 we can't kill them? Trash are always troublesome. "Opheli pouted and waved his paws in dissatisfaction.

Field left the recliner, picked up his lance, climbed on his horse, and said coldly: "Not killing them does not mean letting them go. This is the confidence that inequality gives me."