Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest

Birds flew up from the forest.

The scream in the mountains was long before it abruptly ended, like a kite whose string had snapped.

Immediately following, the mountains and dense forests erupted as demon beasts went berserk, roaring across the wilderness with various beastly sounds rising one after another!

The once-peaceful mountains suddenly boiled over like a pot exploding.

Moor's entire body trembled, and sweat visibly seeped out from his skin. He cried out in horror, "My Lord Roman, let's get out of here!"

This phenomenon was extraordinary—facing a massive attack from demon beasts, even a Conquest Knight was not certain of carving out a path to survival, for they could be torn to pieces alive.

Roman looked around at the hunters and noticed that they too were frightened.

Hunters never preyed on such terrifyingly ferocious demon beasts.

He asked Green, "That scream just now…"

Green's expression was also very serious as he said, "It was the death cry of a wild boar."

That had to be a boar of demon beast level, capable of emitting such a deep and sharp scream that echoed through the valley, with a lingering sadness that traveled far and wide.

Roman asked, "Can you do it?"

Green and Aaron shook their heads simultaneously; even fully armed and in the right terrain, though they could kill a wild boar, they could not do it so decisively and cleanly.

Given the vitality of a wild boar, even if struck in a vital spot, it would struggle and howl for ages rather than vanishing abruptly.

The killer must have been a powerful Transcendent!

"Lord Roman, run! It doesn't matter who killed it. It could be the traitorous Knight Dick or the deserter Jet…" Moor urged anxiously seeing Roman not intending to leave; he was genuinely terrified of losing his life in these mountains.

It was then that intense commotion came from outside where the guards were.

"There are demon beasts, I saw a massive shadow!"

Someone shouted, causing the guards and hunters to start frantically panicking due to fear.

"What's the panic! Form the defense line!" Roman stepped out of the cabin, his roar bellowing from his chest like a bomb, silencing everyone's voices.

Pushing through the crowd, what entered Roman's sight was a giant brown bear about three meters tall climbing up the slope.

Such a massive size, such rapid speed!

The bear touched the ground with its limbs, and truly, its speed was outrageously fast, closing thirty meters up the slope in just four or five seconds.

Roman's pupils dilated, and he again commanded, "Defense line!"

Hearing his order, the guards, stiff and lacking awareness due to the sudden incident, fumbled to raise their shields, forming an interlocking defensive line.

Before they could adjust their positions, the brown bear charged at them instantly.

Its arrival swiftly overpowered four or five shield-bearing guards—those few guards had not even stabilized their stance, offering no effective resistance; when they were scared and actually hit, they toppled in succession, plunging the area into complete chaos.

Aaron stepped forward; with a round shield in hand, he forcefully collided it against the bear's head.

His right foot stood on a bare rock at the entrance of a wooden house, using his sturdy body as support, leveraging the terrain, his whole body suddenly shook, fiercely halting its forward charge. His face turned red, and his muscles trembled.

Green drew out his mountain copper and steel sword—this heavy sword weighed over ten pounds when handled, but when slashing, it felt as though it weighed over 20 pounds, a special feature of mountain copper.

Green brutally thrust it into the thick neck of the brown bear.

But this was not a graceful attack that should have pierced the bear's neck, severed its windpipe, and killed it quickly. Due to hurried actions, the bear's movements, and the short time to gather strength, the sharp tip of the sword pierced the tough bear skin, fascia, and muscles only about ten centimeters deep before deviating from its intended path.

Ultimately, the blade slid out, leaving only a deep wound visible to the bone.

This pain enraged the crazy bear, and it roared furiously.

Roman also roared, stepping forward, he swung the Crack Armor Great Bow he carried on his back fiercely down onto the bear's head.

Green's piercing attack caused it pain, and this blunt strike simply dazed it momentarily; not only was its head knocked aside, but even its sharp teeth loosened.

The experienced hunters had already scattered, each raising their short bows, but due to the chaotic scene, they dared not shoot arrows, fearing they might accidentally hit their fellow soldiers, not to mention that Roman Riptide was also in the center.

Roman also noticed this situation.

He retreated and shouted, "Green, Aaron, draw this thing away!"

Aaron, already feeling he couldn't hold on, dodged the shield, no longer confronting the wild bear, and then rolled to the side.

The agile Green suddenly leaped onto the bear's back, gripping the sword handle with both hands, raising it over his head, blade pointed downward, stabbing into the bear's back, penetrating twenty or thirty centimeters. He flipped off and fled, pulling out the blood-stained blade in the process.

The brown bear, feeling intense pain, glared with blood-red eyes and pounced at the two men.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The hunters seized the opportunity and fired arrows. However, the short bows had limited lethality, and the quality of the arrows was poor, with wooden and stone arrowheads that had poor penetration, causing only sparse damage to the wild bear.

But Roman had also raised his bow and arrows.

A strong large bow made of mahogany, sinew, and diamond, possessing extremely formidable power.

The flashing, cold-light, finely crafted metal arrowhead aimed at the brown bear.

Roman suddenly released his right hand, which had strainingly pulled the bowstring to its limit.

Whoosh~

It was a mournful sound as the arrow sliced through the air, the arrowhead tore through flesh, infusing it with terrifying force!

The eighty-centimeter long arrow completely buried itself!

For the wild bear, it was as though a long needle had thoroughly pierced its body, almost robbing it of its mobility, eliciting a pitiful howl.

Roman, with a cold expression, bent his bow and notched another arrow, firing it straight...

Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~

He fired a total of five arrows, finally lowering his sore right hand.

The wild bear struggled, the five arrows all piercing its flesh, causing significant damage to its organs.

Roman motioned with his hand, took the iron-headed spear passed by a Guard, and along with Aaron and Green, from a large distance, struck its throat and brain with the spear.

They soon killed the demon beast.

This brown bear was highly valuable, its gallbladder and heart could help mortals quickly enhance their constitution and treat certain diseases.

Only Nobles could possess such rare culinary ingredients; mortals lacked the strength to hunt such fierce beasts.

Dota stepped forward to inspect.

"Lord, there's the smell of Beast Blood Grass," Dota's face changed, but he still spoke truthfully.

Beast Blood Grass was like the poppies among humans, emitting a bewitching scent which, when consumed by fierce beasts, would send them into a frenzied state.

But Dota knew, Beast Blood Grass was extremely hard to find, a rare resource, and ordinary people couldn't possibly feed this herb to demon beasts. He keenly sensed some changes in the situation in the mountain.

There was only one person in these mountains capable of this!

The great thief, Bo Ge!

Dota relayed all this information, having chosen to pledge allegiance to the Noble Lord, it was best to be honest.

The hunters also had no fondness for that crazy mountain thief.

After hearing this, Roman realized someone was targeting him.

He looked towards the mountainside.

"Hmph! Nobody will escape!"

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