Chapter 397

"There are many more corpses. Have you detected a large-scale corpse tide attack?"

Field's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that the corrupted god who escaped wanted to take revenge so soon? As the saying goes, concern leads to confusion. Field could not remain calm when his foundation was threatened.

"No, there are just a lot more scattered corpses." Silver Claw said while gesturing, "Our ore transportation routes and farming have been greatly affected. About three slaves were killed by corpse attacks."

If it was a clover or pure white attack, they would definitely not allow scattered corpses to attack. The momentum of the 20,000 to 30,000 corpse tide attack was still fresh in Field's memory.

"I will solve it, and the army will come back to defend in waves. You go and rest, and leave the next thing to me."

"My lord, please be sure to take us with you in the next war. We are willing to rush to the front line!"

When Silver Claw left, he bowed respectfully again, and the wolf sub-people around him did not hide the fanatical admiration in their eyes.

"Okay, no problem."

After Silver Claw left, Field stood there thinking for a long time, squinting his eyes, and subconsciously looked at the location of the fortress.

"Could it be... that the power of the life lock has been weakened?"

"Why do the corpses shrink their defenses? Why do they set an attack in two years? Are they accumulating strength or waiting for the opportunity?"

Suddenly, Field felt more and more strange the more he thought about it. He tightened the reins: "We have to focus on the North. No matter what, kill all the corpses in the Night Territory first and build a high wall."

After settling the wounded, Field took care of Rosaria for a while.

Because he had to return to the border fortress immediately, Field was not in a hurry to inspect the territory.

Quickly handle the paperwork of the Night Territory and complete the accumulated work.

Now the population of the territory is about 2,400 people, and most of the slaves have gotten rid of their slave origins and become free people who can pay taxes and consume.

"We need to get an ID card and place of origin. It was okay before when there were few people, but now there are more free people, and it always feels messy." Field sorted out the rag paper for recording and put it aside, "Get the paper too. To make paper in batches, you need a waterwheel to provide power."

Today's paper is either expensive parchment like gold, or difficult to use papyrus and rag paper.

In the entire empire, there is only one special commercial territory with a rag paper mill. There are a few papyrus paper mills, but papyrus is very lame. Just pull it lightly, like moral integrity, and it will break everywhere.

"Let's deal with the increase in the number of corpses first. Wait, let my men prepare the raw materials for papermaking."

After Field made his decision, he immediately called the butler Kao.

"Has there been any major events in the territory these days?" Field asked slowly.

"Your Excellency's governance is fair and kind, and there is nothing bad in the territory. If you insist on saying something bad, it has become very difficult to develop farmland in the territory. Without the protection of the city walls, farmers can't go out to work, and there are rotting corpses everywhere."

"I'll take care of it."

Field handed over a list: "Do you still have the wheat straw produced in the previous harvest?"

"One thing is that cattle and horses don't like to eat this stuff, and it is consumed very slowly." Scanning the note handed over, Kao found that the paper was full of "garbage", weeds, bark, tattered linen clothes or wheat straw, "My Lord, if you want wheat straw, you can get a lot of it in the upcoming grain harvest."

"Yes, the rye harvest is about to come, and the output of rye can feed many people."

Thinking that the territory will soon usher in the second harvest, Field's unhappiness also dissipated a little.

"Soak the collected materials in water. I will use them in a few days." Field paused, tapped the table twice with his fingertips, and smiled, "I almost forgot to mention that the border fortress is now our territory. I need manpower to help count the supplies at the fortress."

"Ah?"

"I took the fortress through negotiations." Field repeated.

Kao was confused, and then his face flushed with a strange blush. He almost jumped up with excitement: "What, you mean the border fortress of the Bull Territory, my God, what did I hear, a fortress!"

"Celebration, we must arrange a celebration for you, this is a victory that will go down in history." Kao couldn't control himself and paced back and forth in the house, "The Ross family has not won such a victory for too long, everyone will be proud of it."

"I want to tell Tate and the others."

Kao ran away excitedly.

"This old guy." Field couldn't smile anymore, put the feather pen back into the pen holder, stretched his body, "Let's go and kill the rotten corpses around first, and take a look at the fighting power of Philominae."

Find the little fat dragon Opheli, and Field brought Philominae with him."Opheli, how is your zombie group recovering?"

"Not bad, ordinary corpses are easy to replenish, but the enhanced corpses make me feel entangled." Opheli crossed his arms over his chest, "What type of enhanced corpses do you need? The messy enhanced corpses before are difficult to play a role."

"Half defensive and half speed."

After pondering for a moment, Field made a decision: "After the emergence of firearms, the human legion will no longer need to be a line-filling infantry."

It is really unbearable to kill hundreds of high-quality laborers in a battle.

"Firearms?"

"A powerful long-range weapon, much stronger than bows and crossbows. No, I feel that with the current level of technology, there should be firearms."

It is said that the Purple Gold Empire is the wall that was blasted open by firearms.

Why doesn't the Griffin Empire have it?

Is it because the existence of magic has suppressed the development of science and technology?

Field made a false grab, and then drew a long shape in the air with both hands: "Hollow, can launch..."

"Lord of the Trash, you are not harassing me, are you?" Opheli looked at Field's gesture, her pretty face turned red, and she said angrily, "You are so frivolous all day long, stop talking, I don't want to listen."

"Why would I lie to you, you will see it later."

Field was speechless, too lazy to explain to this stubborn guy.

"Let's clean up the corpses around and see where these guys came from. If possible, try to block some gaps."

"Okay, don't forget to bring some chevaux de frise or stones, load them on a wooden cart, and I will let the corpses take them away."

Do it as soon as you say it.

Field asked the slaves to carry the sundries to the open space outside the city, and then let Opheli's corpse take them.

Just a few steps out of the Starry Night City, the red skull mark on the small map has reached an astonishing level.

This is the outskirts of Starry Night City. It was originally used to grow wheat. The land is fertile and must be recovered.

"I don't know how Alexia is doing. Maybe I should go and support them."