Knight Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence.

Chapter 409 New Intelligence and the Rotting Rider
Suna's sweet words were like feathers wrapped in honey, gently scratching at Sha Suli's heart. His broad, calloused hands lingered tenderly and possessively on her round, soft legs, the delicate, warm touch like the finest mutton fat jade, irresistible to the touch.

Feeling the amazing elasticity and vitality hidden beneath her skin with his fingertips, Su Li couldn't help but sigh once again: Some women are truly masterpieces favored by the Creator, born with a captivating charm that blends the sweetness of a young girl with the voluptuousness of a mature woman.

Sunna before me was just like that. Sunlight streamed through the carved window lattice, flowing across her pearly skin and outlining her alluring curves.

She nestled lazily in his arms, her eyes glistening with a watery light—an unconscious, deep-seated charm.

Her youthful body, full of the allure of a young woman, was like a fertile field that had been carefully cultivated and watered just right, becoming exceptionally rich and suitable for sowing and growth.

If things go well, Su Li might be the first woman to benefit from getting her health improved.

However, Su Li didn't care much about this matter; he'd just let things take their course. He comfortably rested his head on Su Na's plump, beautiful legs, lay down smoothly, and his daily intelligence was immediately activated.

It had been a while since he had looked at this intelligence in detail.

Perhaps because of the addition of new harem members, today's intelligence is exceptionally strong!
This made Su Li ponder: Could it be that whether one's lying posture is good or bad, or whether one's life is comfortable or not, would affect the content of this intelligence?
[Since you are in a lying state, today's prophet information has been updated. ]

[1: Shimmering Berries of the Brienne River: In the northeastern part of the newly conquered Blue Mirror Territory's Greenbank Plains, adjacent to a winding tributary of the Brienne River, a transcendent shrub called "Shimmering Berries" is in full bloom. Its fruits are hidden within the vines during the day, emitting a faint blue glow only an hour after dusk (around 6-7 pm). Sending experienced herbalists or those with affinity for the winds of Giron at this time will yield berries imbued with the essence of pure water. Note that metal cannot be used to harvest these berries; a crystal dagger is required to preserve their elemental essence. Consuming them directly slightly increases the psionic potential of knights, mages, and nuns, and is also a crucial ingredient for crafting [Earth's Blood], significantly increasing its success rate. (Adding these berries allows you to craft Earth's Blood potions without needing to feel divine favor.)]

[2: Outbreak of Lightscale Fish: Due to autumn water level changes and the unique riverbed structure, a large number of Lightscale Fish will gather in Blue Mirror Lake tonight. In the twilight world, they will rise to the surface in large numbers, creating a shimmering effect. Casting your net at this time will significantly increase your chances of catching Lightscale Fish. A minimum catch of 14 fish is guaranteed.]

[3: Sharya's Decree: On the edge of the putrid swamp north of Flashspear, a horrific Nurgle corrupted knight gang, the Rotten Saddle, has erected a profane altar. These fallen ones are no ordinary Chaos cultists—their leader is Gorg the Ulcer, a Nurgle Chosen Knight, whose knights are all twisted from Imperial warhorses and heavy armored knights corrupted by the plague. Their pustules constantly ooze red, hot blisters, causing vegetation to wither, streams to rot, and even twisted beasts to give birth to pustules subspecies. Sharya, as the goddess of healing and mercy, is a natural enemy of the evil god Nurgle. She has bestowed divine grace: if one can defeat Nurgle's corrupted riders and purify their altar, then sacrifice Gorg's corrupted skull at the Goddess's Abbey to obtain a [Vase of Eternal Holy Water] (one-time use). This can be poured out to completely purify a plague-stricken area, turning it into fertile pasture. The resulting hay will greatly enhance the physique of warhorses and increase their resistance to Chaos.] It can also be used for treatment, and is able to powerfully purify all diseases (including chronic diseases, inflammation, etc.)

[4: The Opportunity in the Sanctuary: According to data, 85% to 90% of women have never experienced true peak pleasure in their marital lives. Lady Benedictine Black, the Lady of Maleburg, is one of these unfortunate women, so much so that even at 27, she remains unaware of her hidden Moon Priestess bloodline. If a strong knight can bring her true pleasure, it will unlock the powerful effects of the Moon's Essence. Each peak of pleasure, releasing the Moon's Essence, will accelerate the knight's training progress.] (Last reminder this month)
[5: The Griffin Rider's Relic: Deep within a crevice in the Griffin Cliff of the western Twilight Mountains of Blue Mirror Territory lie the remains of an ancient griffin rider. Hidden within his breastplate is a silver-plated taming whistle, beside which is an inscribed message: "May those who follow win the loyalty of wings with courage, not chains—Castal Eaglewing." Holding this whistle lowers the difficulty of affinity checks when taming griffons, making them easier to subdue. If the remains are buried at the cliff top, the next storm may attract a gathering of half-griffins, significantly increasing the success rate of taming them.]

[6: Nature's Spirit Appears: In the Twisted Forest southeast of Blue Mirror Territory, the Father of Grain, Polevik, has appeared. Your territory's thriving production and lush fields have attracted its interest. Ensure that your southern farmlands are not harassed or burned by Beastman Warbands and Goblin Tribes. This will attract a contingent of the Father of Grain to leave the forest and settle in the southern part of your territory. (A minimum of 30 knights and 120 armed squires are required to complete patrols and promptly eliminate the monsters.)]

[7: The Return of the Heart Bonfire and the Dance of Spirits: To solidify the hearts and minds of the people of Blue Mirror, a Harvest Bonfire Festival will be held tonight at the "Old Oath Square"* in Blue Mirror Town. If the mayor personally lights the straw statue of Rhea and offers a basket of Stardew Roses and Apples, the flames will transform into the phantom of the [Harvest Spirits], granting the participants the [Invigorated] status, increasing their work efficiency in the next quarter. After the flames extinguish, one [Scorched Wood Amulet] will be found in the ashes, granting the wearer complete immunity to common diseases. (Immunity only applies to common diseases; it is ineffective against Nurgle viruses, plagues, etc.) There is also a chance to find [Unburnt Wheat Ears], which, when planted in soil, will grow into Moonlight Wheat, which, when ground into flour, increases psionic energy recovery speed.]

[8: Arrival of the Saints of the Sun: Your Holy Expeditionary Legion has arrived first, causing a sensation in Maleburg and greatly enhancing the glory of the Church of the Sun Goddess. The Church of the Sun Goddess, [Dantin Slok, the Ascetic Saint], will arrive in your territory this afternoon. You can personally debate doctrine with him and accept his doctrinal interrogations. When he asks for whom your sword shines, answering "to burn away all enemies of chaos" will grant you [Chivalry - Path of Conquest]. Your knights who believe in the Sun Goddess will have slightly increased melee attack and weapon power when fighting evil. If you answer "to protect the golden wheat," you will gain [Chivalry - Path of Protection]. All farms, manors, and villages in your territory will receive the Blessing of Radiance. When encountering evil invasions, militia morale will increase, and more members will participate in militia training on rest days. If you answer that both the sword and the wheat need a balance of light, you will gain the Chivalry [Path of Balance]. The Sun Goddess's divine grace will be slightly increased within your territory, and believers' aptitude will be slightly improved.]

[9: Nightwalker Threat: Nightwalker messengers have appeared in human settlements within the Bloodpine Forest. Disguised as peddlers, they infiltrate villages to gather intelligence and locate the Valley of Memories. You can send nuns or life mages to 'gift the villagers with the Holy Water of Lake Leiflin.' When the Nightwalkers come into contact with this spiritually rich water, their disguise magic will become unbalanced, and bluish-black corpse spots will appear.]

[10: Traces of Aether: At the third stall on the east side of the intersection of Warhammer Road and Ekert Commercial Street, among the numerous sorcery items, ores, and equipment sold by the adventurer, a significant portion originated from the ancient dwarven ruins of Frostfang Mountains. This lucky individual has stumbled upon aether. Although he doesn't recognize this top-grade mortal ore, which would never normally circulate in the market, its extraordinary color has caught his attention, and he will promote it extensively and promptly dispatch dwarves to purchase it at a high price.]

Su Li rested his head on Su Na's plump and soft legs, the sweet and fragrant scent of her body lingering around his nose, and he felt extremely happy.

It's been a long time since I've seen a new extraordinary fruit, the Radiant Berry. Su Li's thoughts first lingered on this resource. "Pure water elemental essence... a key ingredient for the Blood of the Earth? And it can bypass the restrictions of Divine Grace?" This is truly a godsend!

Black Forest Territory has just defeated Blue Mirror Territory, and the production capacity of weapons, armor, and mounts has increased significantly. Now, the only thing lacking is the production of potions.

He was just about to develop the pharmaceutical industry when he obtained this information, which was indeed very crucial.

Moreover, Suna might also need this elixir, so she could go with the nuns of the Dawn Church in her territory. They could also bring back the Lightscale Fish from Blue Mirror Lake while they're at it.

This outbreak of light-scaled fish has brought immense wealth. Su Li finally understood why Blue Mirror Territory was so prosperous—they had turned the light-scaled fish into an industry.

These scaly fish often surface in large numbers, causing the lake surface to shimmer, indicating a bountiful catch. At least 14 fish were caught; how many are there in the lake? Probably hundreds.

This is the fishing grounds of the Black Forest Territory, the fishing grounds that Su Li has been looking forward to, and now they have come to fruition.

However, this journey will likely not be smooth sailing. Su Li will need to send several Chosen Knights to accompany them.

Because there are still a large number of Chaos monsters near Flashspear City!

【Nurgle's Chosen】, 【Rotten Rider】, 【Rotten Saddle】—to be honest, any one of these words in this world would be a terrifying existence capable of stopping a child from crying.

All things decay, but life endures.

Nurgle, one of the four Chaos Gods, is the primordial force of all things. He possesses boundless energy and loves life, seeing everything from a crying infant to rampant plague as a manifestation of life. Nurgle's followers gaze with reverence upon the continent ravaged by the Black Death, cheering for every helpless, groaning life, imagining the boundless power of their master. Looking at this disease and ruin, this endless cycle of life and death, is like watching time slip mercilessly through one's fingers.

Before the followers of Nurgle, Nurgle typically appears as a rotten and enormous creature, its body reeking of decay and stench, and bloated. It is perpetually surrounded by a black cloud of demonic insects, each carrying deadly plague bacteria on its back; these are affectionately known as the Plague Robe. Clusters of grape-shaped blisters grow from Nurgle's waist, from which various decaying organs constantly ooze. These slime, organs, and blisters then split into Nurgle Spirits, which, like a group of children frolicking in filth, occasionally emitting giggling laughter…

Disease is a common occurrence in Imperial life. Many suffer from one or more illnesses throughout their lives, and almost every household loses at least one immediate family member to a terrible plague. Those who succumb to grief and despair worship Nurgle because of the tyranny of disease and their own survival, descending into madness and believing that Nurgle's granting of some form of salvation or plague is the true understanding of the world. Few realize that their misguided beliefs only bolster Nurgle's power, creating an endless cycle of despair and disease.

The followers were overjoyed by this change, believing it to be a sign of Nurgle's approval in accepting the diseases that tormented their bodies, and that the mutation was a blessing, thus identifying Nurgle as a "merciful" god. Given the sheer number of afflicted people within the Empire, locating them was incredibly difficult, as they remained discreet and continued their travels, blending into the local population. These followers chanted in secret in the most vile and filthy places, places so disgusting that even the most ardent witch hunters would halt before entering. Once the Nurgle cult was discovered, entire towns would be burned to the ground; fire purification was usually the only way to stop the spread of their diseases. The Father of Decay, Nurgle, was generous in blessing his followers. His chosen ones were covered in festering sores, their skin melting at the slightest touch. Their bodies swelled from unimaginable viruses, and to support their broken flesh, they always wore heavy armor to prevent their internal organs from spilling out, making them appear even larger than ordinary chosen ones. Although these people were ravaged by the virus to the point of being unrecognizable, they had essentially lost the ability to feel pain long ago. Some of the Nurgle viruses have the effect of eliminating consciousness and prolonging life. These special strains allowed the Chosen Ones to endure agonizing pain to act for their benevolent grandfather.

No enemy is more terrifying than the Chosen Ones of Nurgle. Though their skin is as soft as cotton, hidden beneath their fragile exteriors are deadly viruses. These biological bombs, bursting open after death, are far more frightening than the Chosen Ones themselves.

Ulcer Gorg is no nobody; on the contrary, he is the infamous chosen one of the demons, and Su Li has heard of his deeds!

Legend has it that the Nurgle Warband, the Rotten Saddle, was originally the elite heavy cavalry regiment "Steelmane Guard" from the Imperial border provinces. During a bloody battle against savage tribes in the northern wastelands, the entire regiment was severely wounded and trapped in an abandoned fortress on the edge of a putrid swamp. In despair, their commander, Gorg, prayed to the gods for survival, and the benevolent father Nurgle answered their pleas—corrupted rain seeped into the fortress, the festering wounds became a blessing from the father, and the warhorses swelled into behemoths of rotting flesh and pustules. When the fortress gates reopened, the "Rotten Saddle" was born.

This terrifying legion of chaos has living pustular sacs hanging from the sides of each knight's saddle, constantly oozing scalding "red fever pustule fluid." The baggage is sewn and cared for by Nurgle, and when it bursts, it releases a cloud of rotting flies.

A six-legged monster, a twisted fusion of imperial warhorses and plague, covered in moss and scabs. Poisonous mushrooms sprout from the ground where its hooves tread, and its breath can spread sedation.

The knights' plate armor was corroded by the rust of the swamp, creating holes from which putrefied, rotten flesh multiplied and filled, forming living armor. Attacking the armor would splatter corrosive acid and pus.

They saw themselves as the "mounts" of the scoundrels, their mission to spread the plague to the uncorrupted "desolate lands." Upon conquering each settlement, they would draw a seven-pointed star on the walls with herpes fluid and force the survivors to swallow pustule spores, calling it "the Father's Supper."

The Chosen One: Gorg the Ulcer was the most brutal commander of this legion. He wore a huge crown of ulcers, the helmet fused to his skull, with seven enormous blisters like jewels set in his forehead, the flowing pus forming a curtain that concealed his rotting face.

The abdomen is split open with a huge, festering hole, inside which is a rotten stomach sac where Nurgle plays, capable of spewing "Despair Breath" (which causes the inhaler to hallucinate euthanasia).

The weapon is a massive, plague-carrying scythe, its blade forged from swamp hardwood and rusted iron, bound with chains made of guts. Wounds inflicted by it will bloom into herpes flowers, transforming into Nurgle hatchlings within 24 hours.

Upon his arrival, he and his legion committed numerous atrocities. He led his warband back to his homeland, where he sewed the lord's entire family into the bellies of warhorses filled with herpes fluid. In the center of the square, he built a "Tree of Abundance" from rotting entrails, forcing the citizens to dance and sing around it for seven days until everyone contracted "Pleasure Fever," with the sufferers dying from high fever and manic laughter.

Then they became unstoppable. At the confluence of the Dracoval Forest and the Central Swamp in Middenland, they slaughtered thousands of White Wolf Knights, forced prisoners to drink large amounts of Nurgle's Broth, and watched as the knights' bodies swelled due to the potion, many exploding to death. A few knights whose wills crumbled became their own. (Therefore, the White Wolf Knights and the Rotten Saddle are sworn enemies.)

In Avarland, the heart of the Empire, they destroyed more than a dozen villages, plundered hundreds of villagers, injected large amounts of corrosive primordial fluid into the civilians, and cultivated hundreds of blister-armored servants in one fell swoop.

The most disgusting event occurred in the border princely territory. Defeated by a count, they harbored resentment and threw the corpses of their fallen comrades into numerous wells and water sources, polluting hundreds of miles of land. This caused thousands of civilians in the region to contract the plague and die tragically from swollen and festering bodies. Among them were many children, infants, and pregnant women.

However, because they were a wandering knightly gang that never stayed in one place, even when they won a battle, they would only destroy towns and pollute the land, which made it impossible for the lords of the empire to capture them.

Also due to his numerous atrocities and notoriety, he was closely associated with the Nurgle cult in many border princely territories. Before they attacked a city, heretical monks of the Doomed lineage would often spread rumors in the city: "Pustules are the mold on the dead bodies of Ridmar, and only by embracing decay can one live forever," thus undermining the will of the defenders.

Meanwhile, Gorg's decaying stomach sac also originated from a transplant surgery performed by "Leech Lord" Festus. In return, the Warband kidnapped a hundred physicians for the Tyrion Academy to cultivate a new herpes virus. It is said that he and this powerful, legendary demon chosen one also formed a master-disciple relationship.

After reading this intelligence, Su Li couldn't help but sigh that as the territory of Black Forest expanded, it gradually became very similar in style to the border princely territories.

It is no longer that small territory that was huddled around the core castle and a few towns and villages, and could be firmly controlled by a small number of elite troops.

Conversely, as his territory expanded, the vast lands between his core areas of rule were also filled with various dangers. In the gaps between those power centers, all sorts of threats lurked: goblins, raiders, bandit groups, evil cults, and even Chaos Warbands, threatening the safety of travelers and caravans.

Even official teams from the Black Forest Territory, traveling on the roads between cities, may encounter roaming monster legions from the surrounding forests.

He recalled the countless crimes of the Rotten Saddle: the contaminated wells, the twisted knights, the civilians forced to swallow spores, and the utterly corrupt, desolate land of the border princely domain. Gorg and his Plague Knights were the most deadly tumor in this "gap." Like the plague itself, they bred and spread in the cracks of the wilderness beyond the reach of imperial power, seeking their next vulnerable target.

If we don't get rid of him, the plains surrounding Flashspear City will also be polluted.

In this world, there's no way to passively defend; you must take the initiative. Core towns, important mines, and farmlands can be heavily fortified, making them impregnable. But the vast plains connecting these cores, the rolling forests, the winding riverbanks, the scattered but poorly defended villages, forest outposts, and logging camps—these places are simply impossible to defend. The large armies threatening them must be proactively eliminated.

Fortunately, the army of the Black Forest Territory was strong enough. This was what made Su Li most gratified. In the past, if they were facing a Chosen One of Chaos, the entire territory would be on high alert! Even if the entire army were mobilized, there was a risk of annihilation, and victory could not be guaranteed.

But now, facing a Chosen One of Chaos and his powerful warband, Su Li doesn't even need to personally take action. He only needs to send a subordinate general to lead the troops and deal with him.

In this battle, Su Li felt that Tiberius and Dietrich were the best candidates. Tiberius had just been promoted to a Chosen One and had not yet had a chance to show his abilities. He had been holding back his energy for a long time.

He himself had converted from the white wolf god Yurik to the sun goddess, and thus harbored a natural hatred for the Rotten Saddle.

Dietrich is also Sharya's chosen knight, possessing a natural, almost instinctive aversion to Nurgle's corruption and a mission to purify it.

Together, they are determined to eradicate evil completely and send Gorge to meet his loving father.

(End of this chapter)