Lord: I Am Raising A Girl In The World Of Pain

"It's not that difficult to kill the carrion." Field's confidence increased greatly, and he casually shook off the blood stained on the sword.

"Lord, be careful!"

Another rotten corpse with half a body took advantage of the opportunity to crawl over and bite Field's ankle. At the critical moment, Asheina picked up the dung fork on the wooden wheel cart, stabbed it into the zombie's back, and nailed it to the ground.

"Phew! Good job!"

Field broke into a cold sweat and took a few steps back. His heart was beating wildly. He was almost hit!

Although corpse poison can be cured by church clergy, the cost is extremely high. Without a hundred gold coins, it is impossible to cure it.

After barely recovering from the severe heart palpitations, Field breathed a long sigh of relief, rubbed Asheena's head, and said thanks: "As a life-saving grace, I will reward you with a gold coin, Asheina!"

Ashina was so happy that her eyes became golden. She had never seen so much money since she was a child: "Huh? Really? In fact, this is what I should do."

The rotting corpses are not like the zombies in horror movies. As long as a weapon is pierced into their bodies, the rotting corpses will be harmed.

More rotting corpses surged up, attacking the wall of wooden wheeled vehicles with their claws and teeth.

But the slaves at the back of the convoy saw that the carrion was not strong and could not attack them through the wooden wheel cart. What's more, their lord and the frail girl dared to fight back. Many men picked up farm tools and launched a counterattack against the zombies outside the car array.

Field did not hesitate, raised his sword and continued to kill the enemy.

As blood splashed, a large number of rotten corpses fell under the farm tools and Field's sword.

"Wow!"

At the same time, a scream was heard. One of Connor's cavalrymen was on the battlefield when a rotten corpse dressed as a village woman grabbed his cloak. Under the strong tug, the cavalryman kicked his legs and fell backwards.

"Click~"

Suddenly falling down, the back of the cavalryman's head hit the ground, immediately making the unlucky guy unable to move.

Connor was so angry that he yelled: "Grass! Trash!"

What made him even more angry was that Field was not scared to death, but was calmly commanding the slaves.

"Cut off the heads of each corpse, pile them together, and burn them on the spot." Field learned about corruption along the way. The corpses of these corrupted humans after death are extremely harmful to the environment. If they are left alone, it will soon A new source of pollution will soon form. Field frowned and looked hesitantly at the gray fog stretching across the street in the distance. "We haven't even reached the night zone yet, but we encountered so many zombies. It's really not a good sign."

Although his family disliked him and wanted to exile him, it would be too cruel to rush him into a pile of corpses.

"Thank you for your help, sir."

The fleeing refugee knelt forward as if he had met his biological father, then knelt in front of Field and kissed his boots.

"May the God of War illuminate your future!"

Field accepted it calmly, glanced at these refugees who were as embarrassed as beggars, and asked: "Where are you from? Why are there so many rotting corpses? Shouldn't those corrupting creatures be blocked by the towering walls of Kashan Fortress?"

"It's the death haze! The gray mist from the north has penetrated the fortress walls and enveloped our Oak Village. Since it is night, most of the people in the village were corrupted by the gray mist in their sleep and turned into rotting corpses. "We were the only ones who escaped." The villagers were so frightened that they were shaking like chaff as if they had recalled extremely terrifying memories.

Gray fog, also known as death haze, is said to be the source of corruption. When they are mixed in the air, when animals and plants inhale them, they will quickly kill the host and transform them into corrupt monsters.

Only those with lord abilities, or those chosen by God, are immune.

In addition, buying the church’s atonement lamp can dispel the fog. Of course, they were expensive. Field spent fifty gold coins to buy two of them, just for the sake of the nobles.

After listening to their confession quietly, Field frowned and said: "Where is your lord? As far as I know, every border fortress will have a chosen one stationed there, and it is impossible to let the gray mist penetrate."

"The Baron and the Chosen One went to investigate the traces of the cult. Only the Baron's son was in the castle."

"Let's go and meet the owner of this place." After everyone finished arranging, Field got on his horse.

If you want to reach the Night Territory, you need to get permission from the local baron.

After arriving at Kashan Fortress, Field was shocked by the majestic fortress. The continuous stone walls and prototype towers, together with the mountains, formed a strong and towering defense system. The walls where horses could be mounted were equipped with ballistae, trebuchets and Oil pots and braziers, with such armament, even if a hundred thousand troops were to attack, there would be nothing they could do except break their heads and bleed. There are griffin flags everywhere, telling the majesty of the old empire.

But the biggest problem is.

"Where are the people?"

Field was dumbfounded. There was no one on the entire outer wall. Looking around, it was all bare.

Connor was also frightened, and his face turned pale: "It couldn't be a surprise attack by the orcs! If the orcs break through the Kashan Fortress, the entire province will fall in an instant."

"Probably not, otherwise it wouldn't be so quiet."

Fortunately, after advancing for a certain distance, Field saw the torches burning on the inner city of the fortress.

"Don't come close, who are you?" Someone shouted on the wall. Under the light of the torch, there were crowds of people, which showed that there were plenty of troops in the castle.

Why did they suddenly abandon their peripheral military strongholds? Field had questions.

"I am Baron Field of the Ross family. I am going to take up my post in the Night Territory. Please open the door of Kashan Fortress and let us out."

The commander who called out seemed very embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment and called a young man, who was the son of Baron Bull.

"No! My father hasn't come back, so no one can try to trick him into opening the castle door! Get out of here, or you'll let go."

Listening to the decisive response from the city wall, Field twitched the corner of his mouth, guessing that the young man was frightened by the corpse, and immediately shouted: "It's me, Field, I also donated money here, remember? I'm not you enemy."

"Isn't it just a few stinky money? The entire empire has to send money to the border. Who are you? You deserve to be remembered by me. You are a stinky foreigner and a bully leader. It's embarrassing."

"It's numb. As expected, there are not many good things from the nobles." Field's teeth were almost broken. The original owner's last good deed ended in vain. If Field had not had soldiers, he would have wanted to attack the city immediately, but he still endured. Said: "I rescued these villagers halfway, you..."

Before Field could finish speaking, he heard curse words.

"Damn it, do you think my castle has too much food? Who asked you to save those stupid things! Nosy guy, if you dare to take them one step closer, I will shoot an arrow immediately."