Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

This wait lasted a whole day.

Li Wei was too lazy to go back, so he simply lay down on the grass and slept through the night.

He was only awakened by a faint sound of footsteps at the break of dawn, as Hogg returned to relieve him.

It wanted to be quiet so as not to wake Li Wei, but it didn't expect the adult to be so vigilant.

"Did you spot any dragons in the high sky?" Li Wei asked.

The so-called dragon army was not taken seriously by the lord. What he cared about was the dragon itself.

Therefore, most of the scouts were sent to high points to scout the distant sky.

"No, sir," Hogg replied truthfully.

"That's strange. This dragon just arrived here. Even if it doesn't care about its subordinates, it's still just starting out. Logically speaking, it should at least come to oversee the battle."

The lord scratched his messy hair, completely puzzled.

Given the speed of the dragon army, the two sides would be engaged in battle around this morning. Usually, the dragon would be hovering within a fifty-kilometer radius at this time.

Waiting for a suitable opportunity to strike a painful blow.

But until now, the scouts still haven't spotted the dragon.

If it weren't for the dragon's name being necessary to rally such a large army of followers, Li Wei would have suspected that these country bumpkins were just bluffing.

This result made the lord both happy and worried. It was good that the dragon hadn't come, but he also feared that it was a cunning old dragon, hiding somewhere and plotting mischief.

However, in this situation, he could only be more cautious.

As the gnoll scouts continued their reconnaissance, the information about this dragon army became more detailed.

It totaled about four thousand, half of whom were goblins and kobolds holding stones and wooden sticks, dressed in rags.

The backbone was a group of gnoll cavalry, plus lizardmen and leopard-headed men, totaling about one thousand eight hundred. Compared to the goblins and kobolds, who were as short as gnomes, these three races of adult warriors were generally over one and a half meters tall and powerfully built.

These warriors wore complete clothing and wielded rusty iron weapons. The leopard-headed men even had a squad of archers.

A few hours ago, when the scout squads were changing shifts, these leopard-headed men tried to hide in the darkness with their black fur and launch sneak attacks.

Fortunately, the Burning Legion scout squads had keen senses and discovered them in advance, immediately pulling away and letting their arrows fall uselessly on the grass.

In fact, these three races were no different from goblins to the lord; they were all mediocre opponents.

The real tough guys were the minotaurs. Zart, at two meters seven, had already gained weight to over eight hundred pounds, and his whole body was muscle. He was the most robust warrior in Highcliff Castle besides the ogres and trolls, but compared to these strong men, he looked like a malnourished teenager.

As the horizon turned white, the anxious people of Highcliff Castle finally saw the dark mass of the dragon army appearing in the morning light.

At the forefront were undoubtedly the goblins and kobolds, playing the small roles of cannon fodder. In the center, the large number of infantry consisted of lizardmen, leopard-headed warriors, and their archer squads. The two-hundred-strong gnoll scout cavalry patrolled the flanks of the main force.

Overall, it was much stronger than the ragtag teams the lord had encountered before.

But putting goblins and kobolds in the front row to serve as cannon fodder and wear down the enemy's stamina seemed to be a common practice among wilderness natives.

Although crude, it must be said that it had some effect.

After all, unlike in his previous life, even if these kobolds and goblins collapsed, they couldn't impact the rear ranks of warriors.

"Hogg's wolf cubs weren't even born when I started waiting," Zart said.

Zart smoothed the weeds tied to his bull-horned helmet with both hands, and his stiff neck twisted left and right, making a cracking sound.

He was standing in a trench half a man's height on the side of the main battlefield, one of the lord's arrangements.

He had the forces that seemed to be the main force of Highcliff Castle stationed on the gentle slope, attracting the dragon army's attention.

He, on the other hand, was hiding in this trench with fifty orc veterans who had followed him in all directions from the beginning, wearing three layers of heavy armor and fully armed.

Thanks to the weeds used for camouflage on their heads and the dense weeds around the trench, it was difficult to spot the ambush even from a high altitude.

When the two sides were fighting inextricably, the lord could lead his men to strike at the opponent's waist, achieving a decisive effect.

"These poor bastards are really shabby," the lord said, lying in the grass on the trench, wearing a grass ring on his head, and surveying the surroundings with a telescope, his tone full of disdain.

"What's wrong?" Zart also stuck his butt up and climbed up, wanting to take a look, but unfortunately there was only one telescope, and the lord's rank was higher, so he could only cup his hands into circles and put them on his eye sockets, as if this could also have a magnifying effect.

"These minotaurs have a piece of iron armor hanging on their chests, but only ropes to fix the armor on their backs, and their lower bodies are completely empty," the lord said, putting the telescope on his back belt, with a face of ridicule: "Naked from the top to the bottom, but this approach, although shabby, still has some effect."

"I can smash their chests with an ax," Zart didn't care much, just staring at a huge black pig with antlers.

"What is this thing? Could it be a magical beast?"

"Definitely not. It's just a hybrid, only inheriting the size of a magical beast, but not possessing the magical talent of a magical beast," the lord gave the answer with a glance.

Thanks to Olark's arrival, the lord had thoroughly brushed up on his magical knowledge and knew a lot about these magical beast species.

This black mountain deer pig is a ferocious beast that lives in the depths of the wilderness. Although one of its parents is a magical beast, it only inherited its huge size.

However, compared to this, Li Wei was more concerned about its owner. Undoubtedly, it was a kobold, but its size was about the same as the orcs who had just joined Highcliff Castle.

Its whole body was muscular and full of strength. Its palms were wrapped in gray cloth strips like southern boxing apprentices, and it carried a huge broadsword on its back.

Even more striking was that this guy had thumb-thick horns growing on both his left and right foreheads, piercing the sky along the curve of his head.

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be a dragon-blooded kobold."

These kobolds had been clamoring that they were dragon descendants, possessing the bloodline of dragons. Li Wei didn't expect to actually encounter one.

At this time, he couldn't help but wonder which dragon was so indiscriminate in its mating habits that kobolds also possessed the bloodline of dragons.

It is said that some goblins also have some connection with dragon blood. Regarding this, the lord could only sigh that these dragons were really hungry.