Lord of Rot

Erin hurried back to Longship Castle.

The suspension bridge was lowered and she rushed in quickly. When she saw the servant, she immediately jumped off the horse and handed the reins to the servant.

She trotted all the way to the bedroom and knocked on the door.

A gentle voice came from the room: "Come in."

Yilin pushed the door open and walked in. Standing in the room was a woman with a slightly swollen belly. She looked very similar to Yilin.

"elder sister!"

"Irene, how are you?" the Baroness asked nervously.

Sister Jie Lin married the Baron of Longship Castle and became a baroness, while Irene followed her sister and became a female warrior.

"I heard that Baron Porcupine is covered in thorns. If anyone dares to bite him, he will definitely be pricked with blood. But his son is very courageous." Erin complained, "The slaves were kidnapped and he refused to send troops. There’s nothing like the blood of a porcupine.”

"What did he say?" Jie Lin asked with a frown. The situation was very different from what she thought.

Erin recounted what she saw and heard in the Porcupine Territory.

After listening, Jie Lin nodded helplessly: "I originally thought that Porcupine Castle would have a strong team."

At that time, the fame of Porcupine Baron Liard spread throughout the East Gorge. From a blacksmith's son to becoming a lord, it is enough to see how many achievements Lild had made and how many victories he fought.

The soldiers under such a person must be elite soldiers who are victorious in every battle.

But I didn't expect the ending to be like this, which is inevitably disappointing.

Longship Castle has lost a helper.

"No, Porcupine Territory really has a strong team."

Erin said: "Sister, before I set off, I heard about Li Qi Clarence's deeds in Linta Bay. I heard that he helped Linta Bay to exterminate the fishmen. Those slaves were given by his grandfather, Baron Crocodile. He The army is very good."

Jie Lin suddenly became energetic: "You mean, it's still possible for us to get his help?"

Hope turned into disappointment, and then gained hope again. No one could understand Jie Lin's expectations for Li Qi at this time.

It's true if you think about it carefully, it's just a few dozen slaves. Could it be that any lord started a war because of the slaves? Never heard of it!

If the porcupine collar doesn't help, it's just because the benefits are not enough.

The property of Longship Castle was almost depleted. In order to deal with the attacks from all over, the bandits who took advantage of the situation, the inability to mobilize the troops, etc., she could not offer any benefits that could impress Baron Porcupine.

If she could afford it, she hired a group of mercenaries. Although the mercenaries were not as good as the precious army, they could kill farmers with one against ten without any problem.

Erin thought: "Maybe you can write a letter."

"That's all we can do," Jie Lin nodded.

"That Wodu Eighteen..." Yilin paused suddenly. When her sister looked over, she realized that she had been influenced by Li Qi and immediately changed her words: "That illegitimate child may have received help from other nobles."

This is an open fight, and the surrounding nobles are like wild wolves. Either Leopold appears to stop it, or Lady Jielin gives birth to an heir.

The only problem now is that no one expected that Wodu Eighteen would really force Longship Castle into such a situation.

Jie Lin sighed and leaned against the window.

Wearing only her pajamas, she looked into the distance with her hair disheveled: "Irene, do you think we can live in Longship Castle forever?"

Since the start of Wodu Eighteen's attack, Jie Lin began to feel the fear of war. There were losses every day, villages were looted, and farmers took refuge in Wodu Eighteen. In short, there was no good news.

Erin was silent.

Baroness Jie Lin untied her pajamas and took out the pillow on her belly.

"Calculating the time, it's time to change to a larger pillow."

She wasn't pregnant at all, and all she did was delay it as long as possible.

While the Baroness of Longship Castle and her sister were sighing, Crowe Camel, who also arrived at the water stream, was at a loss. He didn't know where to find Vodou Eighteen, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But he won't have to worry about that soon because he's already being targeted.

Several farmers carrying hoes and simple spears made from daggers or broken knives tied to wood rushed out of the woods.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

"Dismount, your horse belongs to us!"

There was panic on their faces, and it could be seen that this was the first robbery for several people. The honest farmers did not dare to stab anyone with a spear, especially when they took the initiative to make trouble for others. This was completely contrary to the ideas they had inherited from their ancestors. Chi.

Four farmers surrounded the Crolians and their horses.

The horse tapped its hooves uneasily. If Crow charged directly, he could get through the siege with few injuries. If he switched to a sharp blade or Li Qilai, he could even kill them with his backhand, ensuring that he would not be hurt.

But he was Crow Camel, and he didn't dare. The sword was just a decoration. Unless the opponent stretched out his head for him to cut, he couldn't cut him at all.

"Don't be nervous, don't move around, I'm very cooperative!" Crow Camel opened his hands and signaled the four farmers not to be nervous. If he accidentally pokes himself, it will definitely hurt and he will die!

As a result, several people fell into a strange stalemate, with only Crow's horse tapping its hooves restlessly.

"He is a nobleman," whispered a peasant.

Another person reprimanded: "Shut up, we skinned a knight before, what a noble!"

"Kill him and take the horse back. This horse looks to be worth a lot of money."

"It's better to kill the horse here. If the horse is brought back alive, the Baron will definitely not let us kill it and eat its meat."

Crowe's mind was spinning wildly as he listened to several people chatting.

"Hey!" The horse under Crow's crotch suddenly raised its hind hooves, and he was so frightened that he suddenly hugged the horse's neck.

Bang!

A very sad voice.

"Damn, he killed Long Nose Hair!"

The remaining three peasants thrust their spears at Crowe and his horse.

"Wait, wait!" Crowe shouted: "Don't do it, don't do it! I have a way to get Baron Wodu to reward you."

Poor farmers, hungry for food. It is estimated that only Wodu Shiba's men in Lurea are like this.

The three farmers stopped when they heard that they could get a reward.

Crowe also saw the unlucky farmer who was kicked away by the horse. The iron hoof hit him in the face, his face was completely deformed, and he fell to the ground without moving.

"Didn't anyone tell him not to stand behind the horse's butt?" he thought to himself.

"Reward?" The three farmers didn't care about the corpses of their companions. After hearing that there was a reward, their eyes shone.

"I am a noble." Crowe was relieved when he saw that they could still communicate. He was most afraid of killing people indiscriminately.

He said: "I am willing to offer my loyalty to Baron Vodu!"

After re-emphasizing his identity, Crowe found that his attitude towards the peasant militia had changed significantly. They were still afraid of the aristocrats.

But one of the farmers boldly asked: "You are a noble, what does it have to do with our rewards? And you just killed one of us!"

"Yes, you are a noble. The land of the nobles belongs to us. The nobles deserve to die!"

"Oh" Crowe Camel looked at the farmers who had no confidence and were trembling when they spoke, and sighed in his heart: These people are simply whimsical.

"I didn't kill anyone." Crow looked at a farmer who was holding a simple spear and was about to sneak behind the horse's butt, and immediately said: "Don't get close to the horse's butt again!"

He suspected that if he didn't stop them, the group of people would stand behind the horse one after another and be kicked to death by the horse's hooves.

Simply stupider than a pig!