I dominate the magic world by farming

At this time, inside Fort Ravenswood, a knight was reporting something to a middle-aged man.

"Hmph~, no matter how elite you are, you only have a thousand people, how can you still jump to the sky!"

"What's more, Field will die when he goes to Canswick. Why should I care about a dying man!"

Yes, the person in front of him was Field's old acquaintance, Spencer.

Spencer was the most favored prince of the old king Winston. Winston intended for him to inherit the throne, so he sent him to the northern front to gild.

Under Winston's pampering, Spencer was as arrogant as he could be.

At first, when faced with Spencer's invitation letter to stand, Field changed hands and threw it into the fire pit.

Neither rejecting nor accepting means not responding.

But this annoyed the pampered Spencer, but at this time the Wilson Territory was no longer the former Wilson Territory.

Even if you have the intention to retaliate, you are powerless.

But this account was recorded by Spencer.

At this time, Spencer in Ravenswood Castle looked sinister, not like a noble and elegant nobleman at all.

The face comes from the heart, that’s all.

Immediately, Spencer involuntarily clenched the wine glass and looked forward with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Originally, I wanted to wait until I became the king to deal with you, but you are destined not to survive that day!"

At this time, Field, who was eating meat in the camp, suddenly felt an itching nose.

"Aqiu~"

"Who's talking about me? It's influencing me to eat barbecue!"

Field was immersed in the barbecue grilled with soul sauce, completely unaware that his enemy and rival had also arrived in the north.

At this moment, I was looking at Field's camp from the window of Fort Ravenswood.

The cold wind became more and more biting, and the barbarian attack was approaching.

Early the next morning, the troops at Fort Ravenswood marched toward each fort as planned.

Field also followed Gloyne to Canswick, with war looming just around the corner.

The army is full of depression, and even Field, who has always been cheerful, has put away his usual smile.

After less than half a day's march, an ancient castle full of traces of time caught everyone's eyes.

This will be a battlefield where they fight to the death, and a meat grinder where they can lose their lives anytime and anywhere.

On the mottled city wall, there are densely packed small potholes.

The stones of the city wall have turned dark red under the repeated erosion of time and blood.

These are the traces left by years of war.

"It is indeed a strong fortress that has resisted the barbarians for many years!" Field said with emotion.

As the army gradually approached Canswick Fortress, the walls instantly shimmered with bursts of magic.

This is a sign that the defensive magic circle is activated! Duke Stephen Durant, who often dealt with savages, was cautious.

Even though the army coming from afar was obviously aid from the Kingdom of Seer, Duke Stephen still activated the fortress magic defense array.

Being cautious is the main reason why the Dukedom of Durant is still standing despite being the first to be hit every time.

Gloin walked forward slowly, "We are Gloin from the Duke of Waterhouse in the Corsi Province, the younger brother of Duke Locke."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gloin revealed his unique family crest.

A reply came from the towering city wall.

"Turns out he is a brother from Corsi Province! Welcome!"

"Open the city gate!"

Following a shout, the magic circle covering the entire Canswick immediately closed.

The gate of the castle also slowly opened, and the image of an old general wearing heavy armor and exuding iron blood came into Field's eyes.

"Welcome! Warmly welcome you!"

The old general was obviously very happy and stretched out his hands to hold Gloin's hands.

At this moment, Field was only a few steps away from the old general Stephen.

He could clearly see a knife mark on Stephen's face, which was full of the vicissitudes of time.

Years of hard work have given Stephen a head of silver hair.

Field had never seen a battlefield-experienced general in his previous life, but at this moment, the image of a battlefield-experienced general had already been visualized in his mind.

"Come, come, come~, a banquet has been prepared for everyone in the castle! Come with me~"

Duke Stephen warmly invited Gloin and the army into the fortress.

Field followed closely behind Groin and the old general Stephen, and the group walked into this solid fortress full of historical traces.

The interior of the castle looks solemn and simple, with many trophies that have gone through vicissitudes of life hanging on the walls, each of which seems to tell the story of the past glory and glory of this place.

The soldiers took their seats in the banquet hall in an orderly manner, and Field was led to the seat by Duke Stephen himself.

"Your arrival is undoubtedly a timely help for us."

Duke Stephen's voice was filled with gratitude.

Gloin smiled slightly and responded: "Your Excellency, Duke Stephen, is overly complimentary."

After hearing this, Duke Stephen's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he turned to Field.

Field was slightly startled in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"Gloin, who is this person next to you?"

Gloin laughed and patted Field on the shoulder.

"Have you ever heard of the Traders' Guild? It's his masterpiece! Field Wilson."

Duke Stephen was slightly shocked. He did not expect that the owners of several national chambers of commerce around him were actually the young boy in front of him.

"Sure enough, heroes come out of youth! Old people~, the future belongs to you young people~" Duke Stephen said with a smile.

Field could not see any discomfort on his face, perhaps this was what he really said.

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