Chapter 393

The noble army commander, Swarro, held a small meeting.

"I sent people to check the situation in the Bull Territory. Seventy percent of the corpses were from rotten corpses, and the rest were rebels. There are no troops from our army around. What is certain is that these corpses are not fake, but the Ross family really fought a battle with the rebels."

"However, there is no trace of the Ross family army around. I guess their army is resting in the Night Territory."

As soon as Swarro came up, he announced his investigation.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I still haven't recovered. The mountain of corpses is too shocking."

"So many rebels were killed. The Ross family must have sent a large army."

"I didn't expect the Ross family to regain their bloodiness in the past, no, it can even be said to be bloody."

Hearing this, everyone talked about it.

"Why bother so much? Since the leader of the other party is a young boy and doesn't admit that they did it, we will just pretend that we don't know. When it comes to the merits, just kick him out."

An old baron sitting in the corner had a wrinkled face full of dissatisfaction. He was not so powerful when he was young. Thinking of Field being so young, he was jealous.

"Hehe."

Everyone cast mocking glances at him.

No wonder you are still sitting in the corner at your age. I don't know how many people you will offend with this stupid idea.

The other party is not lucky to achieve great success, but he is really capable, but he just didn't say it.

Swarro laughed out loud: "You are really not afraid of death. You can annihilate the combined forces of tens of thousands of corpses and rebels, and it is no problem to raze your barony to the ground. Do you dare to ignore it? I dare not."

"Sir Swarro is right. Although the Ross family has lost the sixth-level God Chosen, it is still a behemoth. The existence of the fifth-level God Chosen still enjoys a major voice in the empire."

"Their family showed it fiercely once, but did not say it out loud. I guess they know their situation."

"I guess they want to use their military exploits to exchange some benefits with us."

"It seems that although the old Earl Ross is old, he is still very sober."

"When distributing the benefits, call Field. I don't want to be stabbed while hunting."

The nobles around were talking about it, and they also had this view.

"In that case, I will talk to him in detail." Swarro looked around and saw that everyone either nodded or avoided his eyes. No one protested, so he smiled with satisfaction, "Don't worry, I know how to distribute benefits best."

Late that night, Field brought a cavalry and a box of goods and slowly walked into the coalition camp.

Marching and fighting did not affect the luxurious life of the nobles.

The two-legged dragons that quickly shuttled through the sky brought a large amount of noble-specific supplies, ice, fine wine, high-end beast meat and fresh fruits to the coalition camp.

"Handsome Sir Field, good evening."

As soon as he entered the camp, a gentle female Chosen One, wearing a decent dress, twisted her exaggerated waist and hips, and greeted him with a smile: "Today's dinner cannot be without you. But Sir Swarro is waiting for you, and he can't wait to hear about you. Let's go and have a small gathering with Sir Swarro first, do you think it's okay?"

Completely different attitudes.

Unlike the first rebellion, Field suddenly felt that he was being watched by countless eyes.

Field thought to himself: It's strength. As long as the strength is strong enough, it has to attract attention.

"Of course, I'm here for this."

"Please follow me."

Field soon met the commander of the noble coalition: Swarro.

The empire's rebellion seemed to have learned the painful lesson from the last time. It was no longer commanded by the governor, but the governor commanded the imperial army, and the nobles commanded the noble coalition.

"We meet again."

Swarro wore a Byzantine-style costume with a large cloak and sat majestically in the main seat. He nodded to Field indifferently, and then reached out to introduce the gentle woman next to him,

"Ms. Lucy, the fourth-level God Chosen of our family, is also loyal to the empire and is my daughter-in-law."

It was a big show. By the way, is it really okay to run around with your daughter-in-law?

Field was not at all timid. He raised his hands slightly to indicate that he was harmless, and then sat down with a sense of relaxation: "Our army has killed the two deacons of the Shadow World Sect: Chemi and Cuisina. You can check their bodies at will."

"In addition, you can also check the three third-level corrupted gods who were killed. Oh, it's just a bit troublesome. Two of them were almost broken into pieces."

Field's light words were like a bolt from the blue in the ears of the two.

"Hiss~"

As soon as these words came out, even Swarovski couldn't help but sit up a little straighter.

Lucy's pupils dilated instantly, and she took a step back in shock: "Chemie... thisThe cunning bastard is actually dead. "

Killing five third-level God Chosen, even the total number of kills in the first rebellion campaign is not that much.

You know, defeating and killing are two different things. With the ability to dissociate artifacts, it is very easy for the God Chosen to escape.

And the young man in front of him said such terrible words with a lazy look on his face.

Could it be that the Ross family still hides its strength?

"Nephew Field, your father and I have a good relationship. Child, you actually attacked the rebels on a large scale. I really didn't expect it. Why didn't you notify us? Otherwise, the rebels would be attacked from both inside and outside, and none of them would be able to escape."

Svarro immediately changed to a gentle tone and said indignantly.

Heh, it's like I didn't send the letter out.

Field resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said bluntly: "But... our family, you know, is busy fighting the elves. We have no interest in the affairs of the empire, so I hope to "exchange" this honor. "

"Don't joke with me, Sir Field, this is not funny."

Killing five chosen ones and tens of thousands of troops, this is a huge achievement. Swarro leaned forward, his heart pounding, who doesn't want to be famous in the empire? To gain greater wealth and prestige.

"Of course."

This achievement is too big for Field to swallow by himself.

"Kid, what do you want to exchange?" Seeing that Swarro couldn't hold it anymore, Lucy asked Swarro considerately.

Field pondered for a moment and took out three certificates: "I got the etiquette of the three border counties in Rick Province."

"Sorry, kid, from the moment they rebelled, all the etiquette became waste paper and needed to be reshuffled." Swarro glanced casually and said without hesitation, "The land of the empire is not determined by a piece of paper, otherwise the thief will become the greatest noble, just by stealing a piece of paper."

"That's fine. "

Putting the voucher away casually, Field was not surprised and just pretended that it had not happened.

"I want the Bulls collar." Field said seriously.