Lord: I am in a world of pain, raising a girl

Of course, outside the fortress, there is nothing good to smell except the stench of soldiers, excrement and blood.

Field was very twisted: "This bad smell makes me miss Night Territory."

Although Night Territory is poor and leaky, at least you don't have to worry about stepping on shit.

"I heard that you defeated a third-level rat demon?" Aisha kept a distance and didn't turn her head when she spoke, "How brave."

"It was my knights and soldiers who did it, and I have to thank the goddess for her favor."

Aisha was very curious about this matter: "Did you really survive in Night Territory? There are only rotten corpses there, you should change a territory."

There is no choice, who would want to open up wasteland.

Field said nonsense: "I'm just struggling to survive. If I can't hold on one day, I will come back. At worst, I don't want the noble title. In fact, I want to be a bounty hunter haha."

"No! It's stupid... Well, I mean it's good to have ideals, but it's unwise to give up the noble title." Elsa was frightened by Field. She wanted to curse him irritably. Without a noble title, she was just a lowly servant. What's the point of talking about it. But she opened her mouth and changed her words, "I believe you will make a rational choice."

"It's hard to hold on. Look at my army. Let alone knights, there are not even a few horses, not to mention weapons. They were all lost in the battle with corruption."

"That's not a problem. I will send you some horses and weapons. Our family can give some help."

"I will. You are really an angel."

Field almost laughed to death. He had confirmed his guess and got some benefits.

Rubbing his chin, Field sighed in his heart.

"It seems that my adopted father, Count Kurt, is going to die. The Nibelungen family can't wait to get a share of the spoils. Hey, I didn't even think about the inheritance, but someone else helped me think about it. What an honor."

From the map of the empire's family power, the Ross family is mainly in the Rick Province, but in the Morning Wind Province, it also has enclaves, a total of two cities, three fortresses, and a large area of ​​land directly under its jurisdiction.

The Night Territory is also one of the Ross family's enclaves. When the sixth-level God of the Ross family was not dead, it was at its peak. There were enclaves and industries everywhere, and the family power was extremely strong. But now, even the ancestral land has been targeted.

"When we first met, he said I was a good person. It turns out that he had already inquired about it and caught the honest people to bully."

After the death of Count Kurt, Field, as a descendant, was able to get some land. If Field married Aisha, the Nibelungen family would have room for operation at this time.

First, through interpersonal operations, let Field obtain the territory of Morning Wind.

Then let someone kill Field, and Aisha will be the wife and inherit all the land.

The Nibelungen family can easily get huge benefits and pretend that nothing happened.

From the fact that Aisha has already signed a contract, but still needs to find a husband, it can definitely be seen that there is a problem, because they have no intention of really "getting married".

"Of course, it may also be true love, although the possibility is zero." Field muttered, he still knows how much he weighs.

"What are you thinking about?" Aisha put her hair behind her ears.

"Nothing, thinking about the war."

The two chatted casually for a few words, and Aisha left.

But Field believed that as long as he was more proactive, Aisha would be "happy" to contact him, although her face was full of forced business.

Soon, soldiers delivered equipment and horses.

There were a total of six war horses, one of which was particularly handsome and had the blood of a magic beast.

In addition, there were 20 hickory crossbows, 50 square shields, and 50 standard sabers.

"Very good." Field was so happy that he played with the shield and long sword in his hands.

"Woo~~"

The horn of assembly came from afar. Field found a high platform, put his hands on the awning, looked out for a while, and immediately came down to urge: "Hammer, distribute the weapons, the rebels are attacking, prepare for battle."

The next morning, the sky was slightly bright.

In the sound of the dull horn, countless people in tattered linen clothes, holding sticks, dung forks or hatchets, densely mixed together, there were men, women, and even children. They looked terrified, trembling and taking steps of different sizes, but they shouted slogans in their mouths: "Shadows descend to the world, blood sacrifice to the true God!"

More than 50,000 villagers were evilized by the Eye of Long-cherished Wish, and began to gather under the order of the cultists. They were boundless, stretching for dozens of miles, preparing to attack the fortress.

The nobles have blocked the cultists in Itaven for almost a month. If they don't break out, they will be trapped here.

In the middle of the crowd of villagers, a group of about 3,000 armored warriors stood out. They were wearing gray and white uniforms.Wearing a long robe, with unknown runes on his face, he screamed loudly.

"God's will orders you to take the fortress!"

The commander-in-chief of the imperial army in this battle, Governor Taklin, also fully demonstrated the pride and arrogance of the nobles.

He didn't take the peasants and cultists seriously at all.

Not relying on the defense of the fortress, but taking the initiative to attack, head-on!

Amid the high-spirited roars and prayers, the noble coalition poured out from the gates of the fortress and formed different sizes of military formations on the field. This battle involved the private elites of the nobles of the three provinces of Qatar, Morning Wind and Rick, as well as the Imperial Legion and the Griffin Knights, and the knights composed of adventurers, patriots, and small nobles from all around.

Soon, military flags were everywhere. The magician kept throwing long-range magic or reconnaissance magic at the opponent's military formation. The soldiers shouted excitedly, their voices shook the sky.

"Fight for the Empire!"

"Fight for the Queen!"

"Fight for Glory!"

"Very good, the formation is almost complete. Let Livlasa lead a thousand heavy cavalrymen to attack the rebels head-on! Then the whole army will attack." Taklin stood on the watchtower of the fortress, and he was full of heroic spirit. He slapped the railing and said angrily, "I will make these mud-legged people pay the price!"

"Sir, do you want to let the scouts test? We haven't seen the enemy's chosen ones yet." A noble asked.

Taklin waved his hand indifferently: "No need, they are just a mob, we must crush them head-on."

"Yes! Follow your will, use the sound transmission magic to notify everyone and prepare to attack!"

The commander of the rebels was also possessed by some kind of demon. His subordinates were all pale and skinny mobs, but they were not at all inferior to the coalition forces of tens of thousands of nobles.

The heavy horn sounded, echoing in everyone's chest.

The controlled people trembled wildly, tears squeezed out of their eyes because of fear, but their bodies could not help but move forward, surrounded by soldiers and cultists shouting.

"Blood sacrifice to the true God!"

"Blood sacrifice to the true God!"