Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Skye didn't understand why the Baron was leaving at this time and entrusting him with military power.

Although he commanded a thousand-man knight order guarding the Duke's inner castle in White Stream City, leading guards and commanding soldiers were two completely different things.

It was somewhat comical, like asking a security guard who stands at the gate every day to arrest criminals.

Frankly, Skye had little confidence in himself, especially with the Lord of Highcliff Castle, a military genius, present.

Leeway waved his hand, interrupting Skye, and said earnestly, "I'm leaving everyone to you except for my men and Maisha."

"And you only need to hold on until Foggerty arrives!"

"As long as you hold on until our main force arrives, no one can ignore your contribution to this war!"

Skye understood everything in an instant.

Clearly, Leeway could have personally led the soldiers to defend this place and wait for Foggerty's arrival, but he insisted on giving him this opportunity to shine.

Hearing this, he was extremely moved: "Your Grace..."

"Old Skye, we've been through thick and thin together, so don't lose face. I have high hopes for you," the lord said, patting the knight's shoulder earnestly.

Truth be told, on the one hand, he did want this knight, who had been playing a minor role from the beginning and hadn't accomplished much, to show himself.

But more importantly, his presence here wouldn't be of much use. Although he verbally referred to the other side as a ragtag bunch of small fries, the fact that they far outnumbered them couldn't be concealed.

To maximize benefits in this situation, it was necessary to make some unconventional arrangements.

He planned to leave Skye here to attract the enemy's attention, while he personally led the Highcliff Castle troops to sneak into the depths of the enemy's formation for a central breakthrough tactic.

By then, the enemy would be fighting on three fronts, and the pressure they faced would definitely be unbearable.

With Panda supporting Skye and the experienced spellcaster Foggerty, holding on until Foggerty's arrival shouldn't be a problem.

The two lightly bumped fists, everything was understood without words.

The team set off again, this time with a different atmosphere than before, filled with tension.

Even though these Thorns Legion soldiers were already battle-hardened veterans, they couldn't shake off the pre-battle jitters.

The orc barbarians, on the other hand, scratched their butts and picked their noses, as if they were going on a picnic instead of a battle.

When everyone walked out of Shadow Forest, they felt like they were seeing the light of day again. The vastness of the view and the sudden brightness of the sky forced everyone to squint, slowly adapting to the environment from dark to light.

As their vision refocused, everything in front of them came into view. Sparse corpses were scattered across the endless snowfield, and various carrion birds and snow wolves were fighting over the corpses, their eyes bloodshot and their bellies round.

Food was scarce in winter, making this a rare feast for these animals, so they wouldn't leave a single space in their stomachs.

These corpses included wildlings, elves, and even soldiers from the Thorns Legion, but their equipment had been stripped clean.

Even the last piece of cloth covering their lower bodies was taken by some goblin to be used as a hat for warmth.

What truly concerned the lord was the sight of several treefolk corpses, each seven or eight blades tall, their bodies made entirely of tree trunks, wearing simple grass skirts.

"These wildlings are truly damned," Maisha said, unable to bear to look at the naked female elf warrior, her face full of anger.

Death was not terrible, what was terrible was dying and having one's corpse desecrated in the wilderness, then being eaten bit by bit by those carnivores until only bones remained.

The lord was not completely devoid of humanity. He waved his hand, and the soldiers went up to kill the snow wolves, who were already full and not afraid of humans, and collected the elf and human corpses within sight, waiting to properly dispose of them after the war.

Then, Leeway noticed Alan, the elf who had been silent since being scolded by him. The elf showed a hint of gratitude, but he glanced at him and ignored it.

He looked up towards the horizon.

Beyond Shadow Forest was a snow plain. At the end of the gray horizon, where the sky and earth met, a yellowish-brown city wall loomed faintly.

The lord had excellent eyesight and could barely make out the crowds moving on it. Countless small black dots were climbing up the city wall like an ant swarm, and shouts of battle faintly reached his ears.

"It's at least four leagues to the city wall. Even if they spot Foggerty's snowbird and react in time, it will take them quite a while to get here. You can prepare some simple fortifications," the lord instructed on the remaining matters.

Then, looking at the three hundred Highcliff Castle warriors ready to depart, he waved his hand, and the group disappeared into the snow under the magic released by Foggerty, heading towards the distance.

Maisha's snow concealment could only cover less than a hundred people, but the snow concealment released by Foggerty, an experienced spellcaster, could easily hide three hundred people, and the effect was even better.

Boom!

Just as the Highcliff Castle warriors were silently hurrying forward, following that broad back, a deafening roar shook everyone's eardrums.

"What's going on?!" The lord's face changed drastically.

He gave a look, and Zart quickly dragged his boss over his head with his thick palms.

Leeway took out his telescope and his face instantly became anxious.

Although the city walls built by the elves were not as magnificent as those in important cities like Deber, they were definitely considered a stronghold in this desolate wilderness, not something that could be breached in a short time.

But through the lens, he clearly saw dozens of stone balls, each weighing several thousand pounds, soaring into the sky.

In that instant, the lord's eyes were almost blinded. The stone balls in mid-air suddenly burst into flames, then slammed hard into the indestructible city wall, erupting in a dazzling orange light, as bright as small suns, even distorting the surrounding space.

These were definitely not boulders thrown by simple catapults!

When his gaze shifted downward, the lord was not surprised.

He saw a group of ogres guarding a dozen figures in blue cloaks fifty or sixty paces from the city wall. They were emitting lights of different colors, obviously casting spells.

These were the priestesses of the Drow elves, casting spells to try to smash through the city wall.

The elf defenders on the city wall were not dead either, trying to intercept them in every possible way. There was even a red sword aura and an arrow with a holy light flying out and colliding fiercely with the stone balls, but facing the large number of stone balls, this was completely futile.

The remaining stone balls all crashed into the city wall, the flames, fragments, and deafening sounds, at that moment it seemed like the end of the world was coming.

The surging waves of air swept up the snow, which evaporated into water vapor before it even landed. Even from this distance, Leeway felt like he had water stains on his face.

Before he could react, the ground was already shaking, and Zart, who was dragging him, began to sway, and the accumulated snow trembled.

"Good heavens."

The lord, who had never seen such a scene before, couldn't hide his shock.

It wasn't just the destructive power that shocked him, after all, there were many weapons in his previous life that were more powerful than this.

More than that, he thought about it from their perspective. If Highcliff Castle was facing these stone balls head-on, then no one but him would be able to survive this kind of destructive magic!

Highcliff Castle's undefeated record had inevitably made the lord feel arrogant, but at this moment he was once again brought down to the bottom.

And he deeply realized that there is always someone better than you, and that maintaining a sense of awe is the right path.

"This reminds me of the muffled thunder that summer," Zart said, shaking his head while smacking his lips.

The seemingly indestructible city wall only lasted for three rounds of bombardment, like a river embankment that had been gnawed at by ants, and could no longer hold on, collapsing directly, revealing a V-shaped gap from bottom to top.

More than two hundred minotaurs, like mountains of meat, immediately stormed into the gap.

Following behind them was a tidal wave of wildlings, closely following the butts of these strong men.

Faced with this predicament, even if the lord personally guarded the city with the orc barbarians, he would feel his scalp tingling.

It was impossible to imagine how a group of weak elves could defend this gap.

Wait a minute...

The lord was shocked, only to see the wildlings who had been pouring in suddenly retreated like a tide, as if there were some fierce beasts inside.

Looking closely through the telescope, he discovered that it was a group of treefolk. These creatures were seven or eight blades tall, incredibly strong, and their tree trunks were as hard as armor.

A sweep of their thick arms sent a group of wildlings flying into the sky, and even the minotaurs couldn't stop them.

"Well done!"

The lord was overjoyed and jumped onto the snow.

"Full speed ahead!"

He didn't bother to hide and directly ordered them to advance at full speed.

If they were any later, the elf tribe would really be finished.

Right now, most of the attention of these wildling coalition forces was on the breached city wall, and the remaining energy was being used to send people to deal with Skye and his men, so no one was paying attention to him.

The Drow elves had a force of forty thousand men on paper, but in reality, they seemed very sparse when spread out on this plain.

Moreover, most of them were auxiliary soldiers, and the true main force was definitely no more than twenty thousand.

The current situation was that only a few thousand people were currently attacking the city wall, and less than a thousand people were rushing into it through the gap in the city wall.

The remaining forces were watching a few hundred paces from the main battlefield, waiting for the right opportunity to join in.

After all, the city wall was only so big, and putting everyone in would just make them blind on the periphery, with nothing to do.

And at the location of their main force, there was a spider-body banner fluttering in the wind.

Below stood pure-blooded Drow elves and figures from various races.

They wore the finest armor and were equipped with the best weapons, completely different from the surrounding rabble, and it was clear that their status was not low, and they were definitely the leaders of this wildling coalition.

But the lord's target was not these people. Although he wanted to take out the other party's leaders, there were quite a few warriors guarding them.

Once they were held back, they would get bogged down and be slowly surrounded by them.

Apart from the lord, it was estimated that Highcliff Castle would suffer heavy casualties, which he absolutely could not tolerate.

Compared to here, the Drow elf spellcasting team closest to the city wall seemed so prominent.

The ogres guarding them were all big-bellied men over three blades tall, wearing iron armor and holding bark shields and bone clubs. There were more than three hundred of them, definitely a formidable elite squad.

It was definitely qualified to guard a spellcasting team.

But that depended on who they were compared to. If they were one-on-one with the Highcliff Castle Guard, they would be utterly defeated.

Directly taking out the other party's leaders was obviously unrealistic.

What's more, the other party's spellcasting team wasn't just watching. Once they spotted their figures, it was hard to say whether those incredibly terrifying stone balls would fall on Highcliff Castle's head.

So, all things considered, solving the other party's spellcasting team first was definitely the result of careful consideration.

Moreover, prioritizing the elimination of the other party's spellcasting team was definitely something any commander would do.

No matter what veteran, they are extremely repulsed when discussing war.

But the warriors of Highcliff Castle are different, thanks to the "Gift of the War God" and the lord's long-standing leadership leading to victory.

This has led them to become bloodthirsty as soon as they see iron and fire. Blood boils, flushing their blood vessels. Muscles bulge, one by one, like sheathed bullwhips.

The heat flows in their hearts, and no matter how hard they try, they can't put it out.

They silently charged towards the designated location, where there were countless enemies, but they had no fear, only unwavering determination!

...

Broken City, on the city wall.

The scene here was like a slaughterhouse, with limbs scattered everywhere, and hair and flesh trampled into sticky patches.

Everyone was fighting desperately, with only the thought of driving the enemy back in their minds.

"Flurina, we can't hold on any longer!"

Ashe Windwhisper's voice trembled.

She had now given up shooting arrows, holding her scepter and standing back-to-back with Flurina, looking around, all she could see were wildlings, with only a few elf warriors.

After three days and three nights of fighting, even though they were the defenders, they were finding it difficult to hold on against the wildlings who were as crazy as demons.

Especially after the enemy spellcasters blasted open the indestructible city wall, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. If the treants hadn't blocked it, they would probably have been defeated, abandoned this place, and retreated into the depths.

Flurina's condition was not much better. Her exquisite silver armor was covered in knife marks, and the magic stone on her chest was flickering, obviously running out of stored magic power.

Flurina didn't want to talk. She looked up and saw the endless wildling coalition forces under the city wall.

And the reinforcements she had been expecting hadn't even shown half a shadow.

"Will I end my life here?"

Even as self-confident as she was, she couldn't help but have this thought at this moment.

As for regret? No, Flurina only felt unwilling.

Just like when she personally killed that person, she would never regret what she had done.

Wait a minute...

Suddenly, Flurina's eyes widened.