Chapter 47: Crisis! The territory has been ambushed!
Phield still rembered that mont when he had first arrived at the great winery—when he’d felt sothing watching him. That chilling sensation was unforgettable once experienced.
That gaze had co from the basent of the main building. On the minimap, a red dot marked the spot beneath the winery. At first, Phield had constantly feared an attack, but as ti passed and the red dot never moved, he decided to focus on developing first—then kill it later.
But now, that red dot had suddenly appeared on the outskirts of his territory, without any warning at all. At the sa ti, an entire cluster of skull icons had materialized out of nowhere.
Literally out of nowhere.
Just a minute ago, the land around the territory had still been peaceful. The surrounding corrupted corpses had already been cleared as thoroughly as possible.
"That thing got out!" Cold sweat poured down Phield’s back as he realized the danger was imminent. He imdiately called for Ashina.
"What is it, my lord?"
Phield had only called her na, yet Ashina leapt up from the basent at once, flashing to his side as her eyes instinctively swept the surroundings.
"That thing you ntioned has returned to the edge of the territory to observe us again. Go back and protect the domain first. I’ll gather manpower and follow shortly." Phield didn’t panic or shout blindly. After a brief mont of thought, he lowered his voice. "If you can defeat it, do so. If not, fall back to the great winery. If that still won’t work, retreat. Rember—don’t push yourself."
Nightfall Domain could function without anyone else, but without a Divine Chosen, its destruction would only be a matter of minutes.
Ashina nodded solemnly and mounted her Drakewolf. A surge of deep violet and幽蓝 light erupted from the Drakewolf’s body. The massive beast shot forward like a black missile, slamming into the death-gray fog. Any corrupted creatures along the way were instantly smashed apart—dust billowed, stones shattered, sand flew.
"Damn, having no transcendent power is really a pain," Phield sighed. Especially when facing enemies with transcendent strength, it was easy to feel an overwhelming sense of helplessness. But only for a mont—he clenched his teeth and forced those useless emotions down.
If the territory wasn’t invaded, that would be the strange thing. Otherwise, the nobles would have reclaid the Northern Frontier Province long ago.
"Ben!" Phield shouted. "Leave the carts here. Bring the troops and rush to the great winery at full speed! Prepare for battle!"
"Yes, my lord!"
The slaves were still dazed, but Ben tossed aside the stool in his hands and answered loudly.
...
anwhile, at Starnight Great Winery.
"Wooo—wooo—"
The low horn sounded for the first ti at the winery. Perhaps it had been blown ten years ago during the Orc invasion—but just like then, the mont the slaves heard it, they froze in confusion and looked around. When they saw the fully ard guards assembling into formation, they imdiately realized how serious the situation was.
The entire territory descended into chaos. Slaves and freen dropped their farm tools and fled toward the great winery.
Screams, crying, curses—an overwhelming black mass of people surged in utter disorder.
"Stay calm! The monsters are still far away!" Tate shouted, whip in hand, desperately trying to maintain what little order he could in the crowd.
That only confird one thing in the slaves’ minds: monsters really were coming.
The panic worsened. People stumbled and fell constantly.
Fortunately, Ashina’s advice had co in ti. Phield hadn’t sent the slaves out to develop new land but kept them near the great winery, allowing them to reach it imdiately.
This heavy stone structure carried the Starnight family’s hopes for winemaking. The entire building was constructed from marble blocks carved into square stones—fortress-like and spacious. That was exactly why Phield had chosen it as his base.
On the second floor, Kaor watched the slaves pour in to seek refuge and grew furious. "My lord should never have allowed them to take shelter here. Those damned lowborns will dirty the floors. Mick—tell the guards to keep them off the upper levels. And don’t let them into the basent either."
Opposite the fleeing crowd, a squad of twenty guards adjusted their equipnt while assembling toward the sound of the horn.
"Damn idiots—what are they running for? If anyone’s dying, it’ll be us first."
Sam spat into his palm and rubbed it over his beloved flanged mace again and again, polishing it until it glead. "Heh. I’m just nine silver coins away from buying my freedom. When that happens, I’ll drink myself drunk every day and head to Maple Leaf City—show those filthy sluts what Nightfall Domain n are made of."
"Haha, you’d better live that long, Sam," said the guard beside him as he pulled on his helt. Fully armored, he clanked loudly as he ran.
"I will. I will." Sam knocked on his helt hard.
After running for a while, massive numbers of corrupted corpses ca into view, revealing the situation at the territory’s edge. Corrupted corpses—countless corrupted corpses—were charging into the land, shrieking wildly as they ran. So smashed at carts left in the fields, while others charged straight toward the great winery with clear intent.
Arrows occasionally streaked through the sky, plunging into the horde and pinning unlucky corrupted corpses to the ground, steadily thinning their numbers.
Following the arrows’ trajectory, Sam spotted a wooden fort surrounded by corrupted corpses.
Nightfall Domain lacked materials and had to constantly expand its living space, so it had no proper walls—only small wooden forts.
Logs were driven into the soil in a circle to form these crude fortifications. Calling them forts was generous; the wooden walls were only chest-high, more like livestock pens. Wooden supports braced the walls into triangular structures, allowing sharp stakes or vines to be placed on top. Behind the wall, soldiers could barely stand in two ranks to attack—but likewise, the corrupted corpses’ engagent front was severely limited.
These wooden forts were far more suitable than walls for the current territory. Reality wasn’t a ga—building a full wall wasn’t simple. But a small wooden fort was easy. Phield had made their construction part of the soldiers’ training and built several casually. He hadn’t expected them to prove so useful.
"It’s John and the others. I thought they were dead."
The guard nad John was desperately thrusting his halberd through gaps in the wooden wall.
Other guards grabbed bolts from crates, cranked their crossbows, and shot at corrupted corpses climbing the wall.
"Everyone, with ! We’re supporting John!" Sam shouted, hoisting his mace and charging toward the fort.
"ROAR!"
The corrupted corpses noticed the guards. Their previously shambling, chaotic steps suddenly accelerated.
One corrupted corpse with an abnormally massive right arm charged at the front, leaving the others behind. Everyone knew—if it wasn’t a transcendent corrupted corpse, it was at least an exceptionally vicious one.
Even at full sprint, its movents remained unnervingly steady. The muscles in its right arm writhed visibly.
There was no doubt—it was about to launch a thunderous strike.
Sam kept loosening his shoulders, gripping his mace as he prepared to clash head-on—but a comrade grabbed him.
"Stop trying to brute-force everything with that donkey strength of yours. Let
handle it. Don’t forget you owe
barley ale later."
The speaking guard straightened up, drew a longbow from his back, and pulled it to full draw. With a humming twang, the arrow scread through the air, crossing thirty paces in an instant.
"ROAR—"
Ferocity flashed in the corrupted corpse’s eyes. It leapt forward with its montum, narrowly dodging the arrow. A corrupted corpse behind it suffered instead—the arrow punched straight into its abdon, pinning it to the ground.
"Oh, damn it! That thing can dodge arrows! Give
one more shot—I’ll kill it for sure!"
"Oh, shut it! Save that weak little stick of yours for putting babies in won. They’re charging—form up!" Sam bellowed. "For Lord Phield!"
"For Nightfall Domain!"
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