Chapter 392
It is said to be a spirit of bravery, but everyone knows that the key to the Ross family's fall from favor is: the sixth-level God Chosen died in battle.
The family's territory is still the size of the sixth-level God Chosen when he was alive.
Without sufficient strength, they control a large area of land. The queen is full of ideas to give the Ross family a blow, bite off the fertile territory and take it for herself, and the surrounding nobles are like jackals. In this case, the queen must have a brain seizure to give the Ross family new land.
Although the sixth-level God Chosen of the Ross family died for the Griffin Empire.
But without strength, any sentiment is useless.
"No matter what, since most of the cities have been recovered, let's go to the border fortress. The rebels retreated from there, so something must have happened in the border fortress."
"That golden light is definitely not simple."
"What's the big deal? The Shadow Cult has made such a big fuss more than once or twice."
"Let's take a step back. Even if it's a good thing, it's not our turn to share it."
The loose noble coalition had its own thoughts.
When they arrived at the Argali Territory, the noisy discussions of the coalition team suddenly became much quieter.
Corpses, endless corpses, some of them were monsters, some were rotten corpses, and some were humans, extending all the way to the Bull Territory.
As the coalition continued to go deeper into the Bull Territory, more and more corpses piled up on the ground in a mess, and there were dead rebels and broken flags everywhere. Many of them were ordinary people who were coerced by the rebels and died in chaos and trampling.
The villages along the way were shrouded in gray fog, and corpses kept coming out of it, but the scattered corpses could not shock the coalition soldiers at all.
What really shocked everyone was the endless pile of corpses in front of the border fortress! There were more than 20,000.
The corpses of rebels, rioters and corpses were piled up in layers, leaving no place for the coalition soldiers to step on. They were soft if they stepped on them casually.
The land under their feet was full of blood.
The burned siege weapons, broken weapons, and the half-collapsed fortress in the distance made everyone so surprised that they couldn't say a word.
"Look, there are troops finishing off the corpses!" A sharp-eyed soldier exclaimed.
"Lord, the flag hanging on the fortress is the black wolf flag of the Ross family." The beautiful woman behind Swarro finally spoke. As a chosen one, she frowned and looked at the tragic battlefield in front of her. "There must have been a chosen one who fought there. It is likely to be a fourth-level one. That pit is not simple."
"It's a bit hard to imagine."
Swarro couldn't help but become serious: "Let's go and take a look."
"Puff!"
Field chopped a wailing rebel to death, then leisurely rode on his warhorse, quietly waiting for the noble coalition to approach.
The guards of the Night Territory were alert and gathered around Field.
"Hello, Sirs. I think you have arrived just in time to celebrate the victory dinner to celebrate the Empire's defeat of the Shadow Cult's conspiracy." Field did not show anger or other emotions, but just nodded and smiled at everyone, "I am Field Ross, and I am very happy to meet all of you real nobles."
"Hello, young man." Swarro pondered for a moment and nodded.
Things were a little beyond his expectations. Swarro had never expected to meet such a young boy. If he had met Earl Ross or his eldest daughter, Swarro would not be surprised.
And judging from the amazing blood on him and his soldiers, they must have experienced a terrible battle.
A guard just twisted his neck, and the dried blood scabs fell like snow.
"This, so many rebels, were killed by your Ross family?" A young knight in the coalition army couldn't help but be shocked.
"Haha, everyone is fighting for the Queen, the Empire and Glory."
Field neither admitted nor denied: "Gentlemen, this is full of corpses, not a place to talk. Perhaps you can show the fine heritage of your family and build a place suitable for nobles to chat. Let's rest for a night and talk in detail."
"Oh?"
Swarro closed his eyes slightly, then laughed: "Adjutant, you lead the Fifth and Sixth Armies to the east to continue to recover the remaining lost territory and pursue the rebels. The rest of you, go to the edge of the Fiery Horse Territory to build a camp, and I will hold a small banquet."
"Young man, I am very interested in what's going on here. I hope you can come to the banquet and share your experience with me."
"Of course, it's my honor!"
Field performed the noble salute neither humbly nor arrogantly.
After watching everyone leave, Field couldn't help laughing: "Interesting."
Ashina sneaked out from under a shabby baggage cart. She hurried to Field and breathed a sigh of relief:"Huh, the other side has a lot of God's Chosen! My Lord, you are taking risks like this, it really scared me to death."
"Don't be afraid, the more nobles there are, the safer it is. Only when you are alone with nobles, you should be careful of knives."
Field was not at all wrong.
"That makes sense, for example, you should be careful of your Lord..." Asina narrowed her eyes and showed a very bad expression.
"What are you thinking about." Field didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and turned to the guards and ordered, "Everyone go back to the fortress, take a good bath, don't run out if you don't have anything to do, and prevent the plague."
"Yes!" After hearing the order, the guards immediately returned to the fortress.
"My Lord, why did those nobles run to the Liema Territory?" Asina asked in confusion.
"Because it is profitable, the nobles have a terrible sense of interest."
"Benefits?"
"Yes, I want to give up all the merits of beheading tens of thousands of people, eliminating the rotten corpses, defeating a main force of the rebels, and defending the Bull Territory!"
Field's words were shocking, and Asina was confused.
"Ah?"
Ashina's pupils trembled, but seeing the lord's expression of strategizing, she also fell into deep thought.
Her lord is not a good man.
"If the merits cannot be converted into actual benefits, then they are no better than toilet paper. To exaggerate, our merits can't even be proved!"
Without the live broadcast, who knows that it was I who defended the fortress, rather than picking up a loophole? It's all up to the nobles and the imperial officials.
In addition, it is definitely impossible to defend against the attack of 30,000 to 40,000 people and four third-level God Chosen with only 800 troops on the books. Even if it can be done, the nobles will not admit it, otherwise the tens of thousands of noble coalition forces will become clowns?
If he wants to prove himself, Field really can't produce evidence.
Controlling the corpses to win this battle? A deal with the devil.
As for the God Chosen, his own God Chosen are all problem children, and no one can bring them to the surface. Corruption, destruction, and killing are all existences that the empire cannot tolerate.
Allison is my brother's chosen one, not to mention the demi-human chosen one. Sooner or later, the Empire and the demi-humans will fight, and the Holy Light is the monopoly of the Church.
The only one that can be taken out is... the first-level fertility chosen one who farms, Charlotte.
"It's really... sad, everyone has worked hard." Ashina was very frustrated.
"Don't be sad, everyone in the Night Territory will remember everyone's achievements, which are much more valuable than those recognized by the Empire. In addition, I am not giving it away for nothing, the benefits are definitely enough."
