Since the original owner had done a good job of being a human being, it was possible that Feld could use it to his advantage in the future.
"Haha, the Bull Baron and his son are famous for, uh, sorry for talking too much." Caor shut up in a hurry, making up another noble in front of a noble belonged to being too long in the tooth, even if the person in front of him was famous for being cowardly and timid.
He had lost his future and was exiled from the North because he had nothing to do and crashed into a noble cheating on his wife.
Fielder still wanted to pursue the question, but he noticed that on the small map in his mind, a red skull symbol suddenly appeared and moved rapidly in his direction.
"Feld was about to ask a follow-up question, but he noticed that on the mini-map in his mind, a red skull symbol suddenly appeared and moved rapidly in his direction. With his mouth, Feld was not a fool, the skull symbol was definitely not something good, and quickly asked the manservant to call Knight Connor.
"Haha, with all due respect, Lord Baron is purely paranoid!" When Connor heard the slightly anxious words of the manservant, he laughed, showing disdain, and sneered, "This is the strongest part of the imperial defense line behind the walls of the Click Mountain Fortress, if it's even dangerous here, I'll take the horse manure pulled by the warhorses, and eat all of it!"
In Connor's mind, Feld had been branded "the last struggle of desperate men".
"Tell your baron, traveling to the Nightfall Collar is under the joint supervision of the law and the family, but you can't back out temporarily, it's not in line with the quality of a nobleman.
The manservant heard Connor's aggressive statement, the whole not confident, had to come back to resume the order.
Fielder just "oh" and told the slaves to lower their speed.
Connor, who was riding a horse, was forced to walk in front of the group.
"Coward! It's really not how the Lord Earl gave birth to such a cowardly thing." Connor sneered quietly.
But soon, his face became extremely ugly.
Because, Feld bumped into the "locals" who warmly greeted them.
"Roar!" A strange sound came.
"Coming? Fielder let out a light laugh, "Looks like today, someone's dinner is horse manure."
Amidst a burst of shrieks, Field crossed over the slaves blocking the road to see a pair of grayish-white-eyed, peasant-clothed necromancers barreling in their direction with large, wild strides, and a dozen or so normal humans running in front of them. Even at a distance of a hundred meters, the chilly hostile aura and putrid stench still hit their faces.
These rotting corpses were the products of the Northern Province!
"What's the situation? This hasn't even reached the Northern Realm yet, how could there be monsters!" Cavalry Captain Connor spat and cursed his bad luck. Seeing that he could deliver, he actually stumbled upon an accident, "Mount up, knights, prepare for battle!"
What was even more disgusting was that he himself had taunted Feld on the front foot, which made him extraordinarily annoyed.
Connor raised his mounted rifle with a bellyful of reluctance, but if he didn't fulfill his obligation, he would have nothing to do with the upper class in the future.
Twenty cavalrymen immediately lined up in a single-file formation and spurred their horses to climb the high ground on the right side, then with the acceleration of the downhill slope, they quickly charged towards the corpses.
"It's better to ask for help." Fielder's heart also tensed up, he gazed deeply at the carrion corpses with teeth and claws, and shouted at the slaves behind him, "Connect the wooden wheeled carts together, and men who have the guts to do so, pick up the farming tools and fight with me! I will give rewards depending on performance."
The slaves were unmoved, just hiding behind the caravan and shivering or praying for a miracle.
"Don't count on those losers." The butler's legs were shaking like he had a motorized mini-motor stuffed in them, and he was on the verge of pissing himself with fear! He tugged at Feld's robe, trembling and dissuading, "My lord, let's run for our lives, uh, I mean a strategic retreat, there's no need to care about these mudbloods, just buy them when they're dead."
Felder peeled away the steward's hand and frowned, "This little thing scares you, it's better not to go to the Northern Province."
You think I want to! The Count named me by name! Butler Cao hated to rise up in place, his face deflated red.
"Huh? Any enemies?" Ashina jumped down from the carriage, the many days of recuperation had brought her out of her yellowish state, where she should have grown meat unambiguously, white and tender, if not for the slave marks and maid's clothing, she would have looked like an aristocratic lady.
"My lord... I'll do my best to protect you!"
Ashina held up her little pink fist, trembling in front of Feld, shaking like a kitten in a cold wind.
"That's not so bad." Looking at Ashina's wolf ears, which had turned into airplane ears due to her nervousness, Feld cried and laughed, but was still relieved that the meat and bread, in the end, wasn't for nothing.
Unlike some hateful guys who ate their own stuff and still hold a grudge.
"Help!" The peasants running at the front saw their savior and cried out as they pounced over, bringing the corpses to gather as well.
"For glory!"
After reaching a certain distance, Connor's cavalry team launched an onslaught. They shouted slogans furiously under their breath, extending the three-meter-long riding spears in their hands as far as they could, and met the flailing corpses straight on.
"Pfft! Poof!"
A series of toothache-inducing sounds of entering flesh came, seven or eight zombies were directly picked off by the riding gun, falling to the ground like broken sacks, and the dirty blood, which had turned purple after decaying, spewed out for no money, soaking the ground to a sticky mess.
This is just an appetizer, after the charge of mounted rifles, the cavalrymen turned back in place, holding chain hammers or sabers, waving them quickly on the horses, accompanied by a flower of blood flying, the corrupted corpses fell like wheat, some were brought down by the horses, and then trampled on their chests by the iron hooves, the scene was like a massacre.
The rotten corpses that were left out crashed headlong into the cart formation organized by Fields, the brains of the rotten corpses had become decorations, they didn't know anything about tactics, and they were even thrashing and tearing at the wooden-wheeled carts.
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" The slaves pushed and shoved each other, and were hemmed into the caravan again, so crowded that they couldn't escape.
The steward wasn't much better, the faucet directly failed and his pants got wet.
"Grass up, bunch of goons."
Although also afraid, but Field is not so exaggerated, probably and before crossing, love to read post-apocalyptic novels and zombie movies related.
"It's still necessary for this old man to do it himself."
Fields did not even have a soldier under his command, see the rotting corpses, although the action is agile, and does not fear life and death, but the demented movements are not insurmountable, so he had to do it himself, this body at least has learned some basic combat skills.
Letting out a low chuckle, Feld took advantage of the carrion's push against the cart to stab his longsword into the walker's neck, then yanked hard to one side, the carrion's head wilting and dropping to his chest like a lightning-struck tree branch.
"Vom~"
The smell of rotting and fermented feces poured into his nasal passages unceremoniously, irritating Fielder to the point where he almost threw up. But he felt a vague excitement in his heart; in his soul, Feld had a belligerent bloodline running through him.