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From Weak Lord to King of The World

Transported to the medieval era, I became a noble named "Field." My cheap father is like a candle in the wind, not long for this world, and my beautiful stepmother is a beast among beasts. At the start, the protagonist is sent to a corrupted land filled with poverty and monsters. Fine, you want to play this way? I won't be the good guy anymore! I'll develop and plunder simultaneously!

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Chapter 25: Bloodshed! Night Attackers

Field spat out the half-chewed apple piece, laughing heartily.

Someone actually dared to have sex with an ugly female monster. How absurd.

Just like modern preferences, as long as it's female, someone will like it.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes caused by his wild laughter, Field grew curious.

Does corruption cause reproductive isolation between people?

"Poor Steel Fork, he eventually died from a rotting crotch. His big rooster turned into a disgusting tumor, and his death was very painful. Corruption is indeed the devil's curse, and Steel Fork probably won't make it to heaven. Apart from The Chosen, I don't think any creature can resist the curse."

Field closed the book. The abundance of subjective language made him temporarily lose interest in reading.

"Lucas can only be considered an adventurer or explorer. As a scholar, he lacks rigor. Not all creatures cannot resist corruption. At least, plants can."

Field recalled the green plants collected from Rum Village. They were neither meat chunks nor tentacles.

"Ah!"

A scream came from outside the window. Field's hand shook, almost knocking over the teacup he was holding. The hot tea spilled, not only burning him but also wetting his clothes, which were hard to dry in the Nightfall Domain.

Field glanced at the mini map and saw no skull icons.

"Looks like another fool who can't control his lower half," Field rubbed his temples. With slaves all mixed together, incidents of violence and coercion were inevitable, even if whips couldn't change their nature.

Slaves had no right to mate, and most of them didn't even have enough to eat, let alone think about procreating.

"My lord!"

Field heard hurried footsteps outside the corridor. The male servant, Crock, knocked on the door urgently.

"Come in, what's the matter?" Field moved to the window and glanced outside. It was still pitch black, with some frightened faces appearing near the torchlight. Things seemed more serious.

Crock crawled on the floor, trembling as he said, "My lord, we have big trouble!"

Field felt a surge of anxiety but remained calm. "Don't panic. Tell me what the trouble is."

"Bandits! Armed bandits are attacking our territory!" Crock, still young, trembled in fear, his hands shaking like he had Parkinson's. "Some slaves went to the fields to relieve themselves and were suddenly attacked by bandits emerging from the fog. They killed two people with spears and captured a female slave!"

Field stepped forward quickly, surprised. "They didn't continue attacking but chose to retreat?"

"Yes, they left immediately."

"Damn it!" Field cursed angrily.

If they retreated, they must have some intelligence. Being in this desolate, toxin-filled place, encountering bandits was absurd.

Maybe it was his "lovely" stepmother and siblings. 

That was a possibility. If they got hold of The Chosen's information, it would be dangerous.

Field glanced at the mini map again and saw nothing unusual.

This reminded him of Connor's cavalry. They only appeared on the mini map when they were close enough, showing an exclamation mark.

It seemed the mini map had a limited warning range, only broadcasting further for The Chosen and corrupted creatures.

"Inform everyone to take shelter on the first floor of the grand winery. I'm going to pursue them." Field took his sword from the rack and quickly headed downstairs.

Asheena was already examining the bodies below. Seeing Field come down, she immediately apologized, "I disturbed your rest. It's my fault the enemy entered the territory."

"It's not your fault. The territory doesn't even have walls. It's not impossible for enemies to infiltrate."

Asheena had fought all day, and it was normal for her to be too tired to notice the enemy.

Field squatted down, pulling open the tattered, foul-smelling cloth on the corpse. He tilted his head in confusion. "The abdominal wound seems to be angled upwards. Were these bandits dwarves?"

"Indeed, it's strange," Asheena said, rubbing her smooth chin and rhythmically shaking her leg, causing her white thigh to jiggle slightly. "They might not be human. Perhaps they're those annoying dwarves."

Field's anxiety subsided a bit. The situation might not be as dire as he thought.

"Asheena, can your wolves track the enemy's scent?"

Using a dragon wolf as a tracker sounded ridiculous.

Asheena slapped her forehead. "I should have thought of that."

"Take me with you. I need to see what kind of dogs dare to attack my territory." Field gritted his teeth. He was not as kind as the original owner. "I'm going to chop off their heads."

Asheena, familiar with Field's temperament, smiled. "Of course! I'll be your sword!"

The giant wolf sniffed the corpses a few times, its blue eyes locking onto the northeast direction of the Nightfall Domain.

"The enemy fled that way."

Luckily, they didn't run south. The enemy might really not be human.

"Clink clank~"

About ten slave guards rushed out, half-dressed and sleepy-eyed. Field restrained himself from scolding them. In this era, soldiers were not as disciplined as modern armies. Clearly, the guards had been sleeping soundly, as most of them were still dreaming when Field was ready to leave.

"Stay and guard the territory. Don't let the enemy pull a fast one on us."

Field didn't plan to take them along. Speed was essential for pursuit. By the time the troops assembled, the enemy might have disappeared.

"However, discipline training must be prioritized."

An undisciplined army has no combat effectiveness and can't even protect the basic territory.

Asheena pulled Field onto the giant wolf. With Field's mini map, the risk of ambush was greatly reduced.

Field felt the stability of the giant wolf, more comfortable than a horse.

Riding a horse isn't difficult. Once you stabilize and get used to it, you'll find it simpler than riding a bicycle. After all, bicycles lack intelligence. Many expert equestrians can even sleep while riding. Asheena's dragon wolf was even more stable. The scales on its back closed seamlessly, as if crafted by modern technology.

"Let's go!"

Riding the giant wolf, they quickly dashed into the fog.

The surroundings blurred rapidly, the wind whistling past their ears. The wolf's speed was astonishing, akin to riding a subway!

In just four minutes, Asheena found the enemies in a dense corrupted forest.

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

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