Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Under the enhancement of the Snow Concealment Spell, the people of Highcliff Stronghold actually bypassed the enemy's main force as if no one else was there, like a slanted arrow, directly piercing the opponent's spellcasting group, arriving about a hundred paces away from the opposite side.

Even without binoculars, Li Wei could clearly see the shreds of meat between the ogres' teeth.

They were in a ∧-shaped formation, the ogres in the front holding up rawhide wooden shields, guarding against the elven warriors, who were veritable sharpshooters, from threatening their drow priests.

And the drow priests, after three rounds of casting spells at any cost, had exhausted all the magic power in their bodies and were closing their eyes to meditate, recovering their magic power, waiting for the next round of bombardment.

Li Wei turned his head, grinned at the warriors of Highcliff Stronghold, and revealed two rows of neat white teeth.

It began to snow sparsely in the sky, and only blood and white remained between the heaven and the earth, looking so desolate and lonely.

"Damn it, it's finally our turn."

Li Wei drew two exaggerated two-handed greatswords from behind and held them in his hands.

Each greatsword was two blades long and weighed more than a hundred pounds. Ordinary people would have difficulty using both hands, but the lord held one in each hand, as light as holding two embroidery needles.

Coupled with the bright black plate armor and the white cloak hanging on it, it was completely in the style of a Templar knight.

After the previous few large-scale melee battles, he had completely understood the extent of his strength under the current two-fold increase in the 'Firefly' stage.

So naturally, he was no longer satisfied with the efficiency of killing enemies with one sword. Two greatswords meant twice the happiness.

The battlefield is not an arena, and sweeping attacks are far more practical than light skills.

If this kind of heavy sword were to appear in the arena, it would definitely be ridiculed by those self-proclaimed expert swordsmen as barbarians who don't understand swordsmanship.

However, although they were full of disdain verbally, their bodies were often very honest, and they would never fight against this so-called "barbarian".

Because reality has already explained everything, being able to use a sword of this weight shows that the opponent is definitely a ruthless character.

And swordsmanship can only make up for not very big gaps, and cannot allow a commoner who is only proficient in swordsmanship to defeat a fighting knight in a frontal fight.

The orc warriors behind him spread out in a battle formation.

Silent like iron ingots about to fall into a furnace and be tempered.

The Fede warriors gripped the purple fir longbows in their hands. These excellent archers were destined to make their name in this raid.

Li Wei held the two-handed greatswords and rushed to the front, followed by the Highcliff Stronghold warriors who silently followed his pace.

The distance between the two sides was only a hundred steps, which meant that a full-speed charge would only take dozens of heartbeats to start a melee.

As they got closer and closer, the drow priests also realized that something was wrong. As experienced spellcasters, they could clearly feel the changes in the surrounding magic power.

This feeling clearly indicated that someone was using magic to approach them.

They immediately yelled at the surrounding ogres, and although these grumpy warriors were very unhappy with the drow elves' command, they immediately turned around to meet the enemy.

This prevented them from being caught off guard and having their backs stolen.

A gray halo flew from behind and landed on the orc guard at the front. They felt their movements suddenly become stiff and no longer as smooth as silk.

This was the Stone Skin spell cast by Sam, a shaman with only two knives.

In fact, Maisha also knew how to cast enhancement-type defensive magic, but this kind of group enhancement spell often had a shortcoming.

That is, the more people it is applied to, the weaker the effect becomes.

For the lord, there was no need to waste magic power on this.

Because the barbarians themselves were wearing three layers of heavy armor, and attacks that even heavy armor couldn't stop, the effect of this kind of spell that spread out the power would definitely be negligible.

Therefore, it was better to save the magic power and give the opponent a hard blow at a critical moment.

Although they were surprised when this team touched their rear, the ogres and drow priests didn't care at all. Everyone's eyes showed cold light, as if they saw a group of moths trying to pounce on a fire that could burn the entire prairie.

It was undeniable that this team was fully armed and definitely the elite of the opponent, but it had a fatal flaw.

That is the number of people!

At a glance, they knew that the number of people would definitely not exceed three hundred.

Compared with the wilderness coalition army of tens of thousands, which could not be seen at a glance, they were not even a fraction of the number. One person's spit could drown the opponent, so there was nothing to worry about.

Only one person was an exception.

That was Layton, who at this moment had a look of horror on his face, only he knew how terrifying this team with the flags of the sun and high mountains was.

Three or four hundred berserk Minotaurs were directly wiped out by the other side, and the key was that the other side suffered very few losses.

Unexpectedly, they had unknowingly touched here.

He really wanted to rush to the group of people watching the battle in front and tell them all this, but was stopped by two pig-headed people on duty. They showed a mouthful of smelly yellow teeth, and their faces were full of teasing.

"Sorry, goblins and kobolds can't pass."

The movement here also attracted Ilya's attention. She just glanced at it and turned her head back, no longer paying attention.

Just an earth goblin, although he knows a little bit of military knowledge, that's all he is, not worth wasting too much energy.

"These high elves really can give me surprises, but they are trying to fight against my army with only three hundred people, they really don't know how to live or die."

Her tone was full of disdain.

She didn't even want to send people to solve them. The three hundred ogres plus ten drow priests were enough to deal with them easily.

"There is a saying in humans that is very appropriate, this is just their last struggle."

The ogre leader's eyes showed a look of reminiscence. He still remembered hearing this sentence from a human caravan.

But I have to say, that human girl was really tender, and the soup she made was extremely delicious, unforgettable to this day.

Layton listened to the various words coming from the front, they were like diners, eagerly waiting for this elven tribe to be placed on the table and eaten by them.

For some reason, the impulse in his heart suddenly faded a lot. He helped the slightly crooked sheepskin felt hat on his head, and left here in the disdainful eyes of the two pig-headed people.

Instead, he became worried about Guss.

Logically speaking, with Guss's strength, it shouldn't take so long to deal with just a few elves.

But this team that obviously ran over from the rear gave him a bad feeling, after all, if you want to come here, you can only pass through the Shadow Forest, and Guss is in the Shadow Forest...

...

Not as the ogres had imagined, the orc barbarians directly engaged in close combat. When the distance reached a suitable point, they took out the fine steel javelins with a playful look, aimed at the group of big fools in front, and threw them out with a sudden wave of their hands.

Whoosh!

The uniform action was enough to shock everyone's hearts. Hundreds of javelins soared into the sky, and then fell heavily.

The ogres had experience with this, and the shields in their hands were prepared for this, and they hid their bodies behind the shields.

Puff puff puff!

But the result was beyond everyone's expectations. The shields were no more solid than pieces of paper in front of these javelins. They were easily pierced and then plunged into the ogres' bodies.

Like cutting wheat, the ogres in the front were instantly knocked down.

"Damn it, the strength of the opposite side is terribly strong!" Some ogres discovered the most essential problem.

Being able to pierce the body even when blocked by a shield from so far away could not be summed up by just well-equipped. The opponent's strength should not be underestimated.

They began to realize that this team was a bit wrong.

Unfortunately, before they could adapt, a rain of arrows came one after another, and in an instant, another wave of ogres was turned into hedgehogs, killing them without any temper.

The most expensive standard equipment for the Fede archers was the purple fir longbow in their hands. This was what the lord exchanged from the system, the real top-quality goods.

Highcliff Stronghold also thoughtfully equipped them with two kinds of arrowheads, one of which was a light arrowhead that eliminated some lethality while allowing them to shoot farther, making it more suitable for collective throwing.

The armor-piercing arrowheads, on the other hand, were heavier overall and had a range of only a hundred steps, but their lethality was undoubtedly the best.

This kind of arrowhead, designed by Mir and improved with some suggestions from the lord, was enough to penetrate two layers of iron armor within eighty steps.

And the ogres suffered this bitter fruit.

The wooden shields that could have blocked the elven arrows could not stop these arrows at all, and the iron armor they wore was useless, and they were pierced one after another.

They were even knocked down by a third of their manpower before they even met. The speed of this loss was faster than cutting wheat!

At that moment, the two sides officially fought.

"Human, die!"

The ogre at the front must be a captain or something, and both its size and equipment were obviously a level higher than other ogres. It raised its head and roared, and the bone stick in its hand smashed down on the little dwarf in front of it.

"Noisy."

The lord didn't even bother to look at this kind of small character. He struck first and arrived later, splitting it in half with one sword.

The red and white collapsed to the ground in an instant, stinking and disgusting.

Then the lord was like a hardworking old farmer, burying his head and slashing towards the drow priests in the center.

The fighting parties crashed into each other without hesitation, and the shouts and the sound of weapons colliding were as fierce as fire. After a while, the victory and defeat were divided, and it was actually the ogres who were knocked down.

The strength of the orc warriors frightened them.

But what frightened them even more was the little dwarf at the front, holding two giant swords bigger than himself, and frantically slashing and killing his own brothers like chopping meat.

The brave and good at fighting tribesmen became weaker than a sheep at this moment.

A blood line was plowed out alive.

The people of Highcliff Stronghold were no longer the bumpkins who swayed in the wilderness. With the blessing of the system, they had long become the elite of the elite, the trump card of the trump card.

Not to mention that the lord was no longer the little bastard he used to be, and his strength had also undergone earth-shattering changes.

The ogres are definitely not weak as a wilderness powerhouse. They have strength and blood, and they are born strong men who eat by fighting.

But at this moment, what they are proud of - strength, equipment, martial arts, fighting spirit - are completely crushed.

The calmness on the faces of the drow priests was gone, and their faces changed drastically. They frantically scolded the ogres to fill up, and they retreated backward to open the distance.

Then, they endured the dizziness caused by the exhaustion of magic power and prepared to cast spells to solve this frightening team.

"Hibabion..."

Their lips quivered quickly, and the light on their bodies gradually became brighter, which was a manifestation of magic gathering, indicating that they were casting spells.

"Still want to chant?!"

The lord had been guarding against them for a long time. He hooked a javelin on the ground with his foot, and without looking, he threw it out!

An ogre was unusually brave and tried to block the lord's javelin that had not been held back at all.

Poof!

With a crisp sound, a hole as thick as a bowl appeared in its shield and its chest. The two were connected in a line, and they could clearly see the scenery on the opposite side.

"How could this be..."

Looking at the javelin that continued to shoot towards him, the drow priest was so scared that he even forgot to chant the spell, and was dumbfounded.

Then he felt a burst of colic in his stomach, and looked down to see a drow priest behind him.

It turned out that he had been pierced by a javelin... The tall body collapsed with a bang, and there was no more life sign.

Fulina witnessed all this on the city wall.

Black iron hit red iron, blood splashed everywhere, forming a stream in the snow, and the iron-blooded smell filled the world.

The distinct flag had already proved the origin of this team that appeared out of thin air.

This was the personal guard led by the lord of Highcliff Stronghold.

"Who is this? Is this Fulina your reinforcements?"

Aisling Windwhisper was as excited as if she had seen a life-saving straw: "This commander is not only terribly strong, but also has impeccable tactics."

After all, such a small number of people is destined to not be able to solve the entire wilderness coalition army, so the strategic goal is very important at this time. Obviously, cutting off the opponent's spellcasting group first is definitely the top priority.

If the city wall had not been smashed open by this spellcasting group with magic, they would not have been defeated so quickly.

"This is my 'Lion Hunter Knight'!" Fulina's face showed a smile, but she held the hilt of her sword tightly. She was obviously very excited, but she had to put on a calm look: "In fact, in my opinion, this Lion Hunter Knight has a talent for commanding small-scale battles."

"That's great, since this Lion Hunter Knight can appear here, it means that Fulina your main force is behind, we just need to hold on until they arrive."

Hope was all over Aisling's face.

"Yes, victory will eventually belong to us!" Fulina said.

"My people, reinforcements have arrived, the Mother Goddess is protecting us!"

Aisling said loudly, and a green light group suddenly appeared on the staff in her hand, and then enveloped the heads of all the friendly soldiers present.

The exhausted state was instantly restored by a third.

Their morale was greatly boosted, and they roared and pushed forward, actually pushing the wilderness coalition army off the city wall again.