Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The Lord was charging ahead, wielding his greatsword.

It had nothing to do with 'with great power comes great responsibility'; he simply wanted to take down the city walls first, providing enough space for those who followed.

And since only the strongest were usually capable of performing this initial assault, he naturally took on the task without hesitation.

He was also worried that the old general, Kloss, might pull some trick, so the Lord decided to act swiftly, capturing the city walls before the enemy could react!

Blackstone Fortress archers were hiding on the corner towers of the city walls, not daring to show their faces against Feder's longbowmen.

They were afraid of a direct confrontation, but now that the enemies were right under their noses, they could hide behind the walls and unleash their attacks, not willing to miss the chance to strike at a vulnerable foe.

They immediately targeted the Lord, trying to turn this flamboyant and obviously important figure into a beehive.

Clang clang!

Unfortunately, against the exquisite triple-layered heavy armor, these arrows did nothing but annoy the Lord.

That's why a suit of fine plate armor was often valuable enough to be a family heirloom; wearing armor and not wearing armor were two completely different things.

Even Montvert, the Duke of Wolf Island with his profound battle qi, wouldn't dare to charge forward under a rain of arrows without armor.

To pierce through triple-layered heavy armor, unless the enemy had a top expert like Goth, they could only rely on ballistae.

Squeezed on the wall were a group of Southern Border guards wearing nasal helmets, leather armor underneath, and a layer of chainmail on top.

Their weapons included spears and hook sickles; the Lord even saw polished pitchforks, emphasizing the principle of 'an inch longer, an inch stronger'.

Undoubtedly, these were ordinary soldiers, inferior to elite heavy infantry but stronger than conscripted militia.

As Fougero had said, the truly elite guards had all gone to the main battlefield.

Facing the ironclad figure charging up the siege ladder, they roared and thrust their weapons forward together.

One gray-haired soldier, clearly a veteran, skillfully aimed his spear at a gap in the Lord's armor.

If it were an ordinary heavy infantryman, they would either be pushed off the ladder by several people or have their armor pierced by the veteran, restricting their movements, and finally be swarmed and hammered to death by soldiers wielding warhammers.

Unfortunately, they were facing a true Lion Hunter Knight, the Baron of Highcliff.

Swish!

A flash of silver light, a brilliant sword stroke, severed all the weapons in front of him.

The next moment, he crashed into the crowd, and screams of agony echoed continuously.

Boom!

The Lord, wearing over a hundred pounds of triple-layered iron armor, was no different from a human-shaped tank.

Those who were hit flew out like broken sacks, their chests collapsing as if struck by a high-speed, heavily armored warhorse, and they were unlikely to survive.

"Remember, next time you encounter someone wielding a two-handed greatsword, stay far away!"

Looking at the Blackrock Fortress guards who had instantly surrounded him, ready to gang up on him, the Lord still had the leisure to show off.

He flicked the Holy Sword back into its scabbard, steadied the leather-wrapped hilt of the greatsword with both hands, mustered his strength, and spun it around with all his might.

Swish swish swish!

A towering wave of blood soared into the sky, and the Blackrock Fortress guards on the city wall were like wheat facing a scythe, neatly harvested.

The space around the Lord, nearly three blades wide, was instantly cleared.

Blood spurted in all directions, forming streams on the ground, and the iron-blooded stench permeated the air.

The soldiers who had been cut in half at the waist had not yet died, and even because it was so fast, their faces showed no pain.

They just stared blankly at their lower bodies, which had been separated for the first time in decades, and then... a piercing wail instantly echoed incessantly.

For a moment, the only sound on the city wall was the screams, and all the guards looked in horror at the figure standing in the center of the dismembered limbs, swallowing hard, with only one thought in their minds.

"Is this still a human?"

Although the last group of gnolls were brave, they still couldn't withstand their successive attacks and were eventually beaten to death.

But could this person really be defeated by numbers?

The Lord's barbarian followers behind him wouldn't stop because the enemy was stunned.

Instead, they rushed onto the city wall at an even faster speed.

"Up, up, up! Stop these northerners!" The officer who had come back to his senses urged angrily.

They understood that this person must be a figure with extraordinary martial skills, but individual bravery couldn't determine the outcome of a war.

Otherwise, the rulers of the land would be dragons, not humans!

Although they didn't see battle qi shining just now, he must have used some unknown power, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a big effect, and the other party's consumption must be not small!

Filling with human lives could always take down the opponent; after all, everyone gets tired.

They comforted themselves, merely cutting dozens of people wearing chainmail in half with strength alone was completely beyond human ability, was unreasonable, and couldn't be justified anywhere.

The courage of these Blackrock Fortress isolated troops was indeed commendable, and their morale returned again, cooperating with each other to form a formation, driven by roars.

The orcs wielding battle axes crashed into the Blackrock Fortress guards, and the most brutal and bloody melee began.

Unfortunately, this cruelty was only for the Southern Border soldiers.

Both sides had strong fighting wills, and even these isolated troops seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, their wills only slightly inferior to the Highcliff Fortress team and even stronger than the Wolf Island soldiers, but the gap in strength couldn't be bridged by just a surge of courage.

This wasn't a fair war; whether it was equipment, martial arts, or strength and physique, these guards were crushed by the orcs in every aspect.

The moment the two sides collided, the Blackrock Fortress guards fell like dominoes, the front row collapsing instantly, so fast that the people behind them didn't even have time to react before following in their footsteps.

Just after the initial contact, the guards were cut down by the barbarians wave after wave, suffering heavy losses.

They wanted to raise their swords to block, but the barbarians smashed their battle axes down like iron, smashing the swords and flesh into a fusion.

Their own swords were lucky enough to slash up, but could only leave a mark, irrelevant and painless.

On the path where the Highcliff Fortress team advanced, only a ground of broken limbs and arms was left, and then trampled into minced meat by those who followed.

Iron and fire intertwined, hot blood boiled and washed through the blood vessels, the veins bulged, one by one, like sheathed tendons.

Black iron smashed white iron, sparks flew! Flesh and blood flew! Forming streams on the city wall, the iron-blooded stench permeated the air.

The barbarians' muscles knotted, roaring as they advanced, like warriors from ancient times.

Life and blood were dying at a terrifying rate, gathering under their feet, and finally human skin and flesh were trampled into minced meat, and human hair was twisted into felt.

Dismembered limbs were piled up randomly, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

This was no longer a war; it was a naked massacre.

"Leevi, Leevi." Montvert came to the Lord who was charging and killing, and shouted loudly on the noisy city wall, "Look! Ballistae! The enemy is turning them around!"

Leevi stopped, and a barbarian immediately took his place.

He looked up and saw a dozen ballistae installed on the distant inner fortress platform, all originally aimed at the main battlefield, and now several of them were turning towards here.

Even two earth priests were starting to cast spells towards here.

Obviously, their terrifyingly fast siege speed had attracted the enemy's attention, and they were transferring some of their forces to support here.

These ballistae were large ballistae installed on the castle; not to mention triple-layered iron armor, even a row of people would be plowed into a blood line.

As for how the Lord knew, the city wall here was obviously higher, and he could vaguely see the situation on the main battlefield.

The battle there was equally fierce, and even because they were facing the most elite soldiers of the Blackrock Fortress, the paladins and gnolls were actually fighting to a standstill.

A crossbow bolt as thick as an arm dodged the ice mage's interception and instantly pierced through several gnolls wearing iron armor, even knocking over a dozen northern soldiers behind them before finally stopping.

"Old Mont, I'll leave this to you! I'll take people to destroy their ballistae." Leevi also shouted at Montvert, then waved his longsword, "Follow me to the inner fortress!"

These guys were too late to react; he had already taken people to firmly occupy this section of the city wall, and it was easy to advance or retreat.

The barbarians instantly abandoned the strategic goal of continuing to massacre the soldiers in front of them and completely control the city wall, following behind the Lord and rushing down the city wall through a newly captured section of stairs, heading towards the inner fortress.

Watching the other party cut down the soldiers pouring in from the streets and disappear into the buildings, Montvert was now completely convinced by this Lion Hunter Knight.

Frankly speaking, after wrestling with this Lion Hunter Knight and being beaten without any temper, Montvert only thought that the other party's strength was higher than his.

It wasn't until he saw the other party alone withstand the pressure of thousands of soldiers and firmly occupy a section of the city wall, winning an important strategic position for those who followed, that he knew that this Lion Hunter Knight's strength was much more profound than his.

If it were him, even using battle qi, he could only guarantee that he could occupy a place, and he couldn't care about the position of those who followed at all.

The other party's orc subordinates were also terrifyingly elite; individual bravery was strong enough, and the terrifying execution and discipline were simply chilling.

At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, fortunately he didn't join Damon's side, otherwise facing such an enemy, he would be beaten to the point of shitting.

...

The Lord led people running through the interconnected streets, and occasionally soldiers would pop out from the corners and launch fearless attacks, the ending of which could only be to add another share of experience to the barbarians' leveling up.

The Blackrock Fortress was a castle built on a high slope, and the inner fortress was also at the highest point, so when the Lord turned his head and looked down.

The overall situation of the city wall had been determined.

Under the Northern Legion's all-out attack, the noble's own troops all went into battle, and the Blackrock Fortress guards were beaten back steadily, and the guards on the city wall were soon all killed.

The paladin corps and gnolls who had first climbed the city, etc., were advancing towards here in an orderly manner, gradually disintegrating the defending forces in the city.

"Hehe, I'm going to drink this first soup, Duke."

Leevi grinned, but his heart was still extremely vigilant.

After all, he had already suffered several losses from this Marquis Kloss, and he had to be careful no matter what.

The other party also discovered this small team that went straight into the inner fortress and began to send a large number of soldiers to block them.

Unfortunately, if the barbarians' field battles were not the top in the world, then in terms of street fighting and melee combat, it would be difficult to find a force in the world that could match them.

The other party was killed and retreated steadily, and they also advanced step by step towards the top.

...

In the quiet study, the books here had already been emptied, and instead the walls were covered with various city defense maps and terrain maps, with many things written and drawn on them, like children's scribbles.

Only one red wooden table covered with a red tablecloth was stacked with a pile of paper documents.

A gray-haired old man in his fifties was resting with his eyes closed, like a dozing lion.

The noble who had come to report the news with an excited face subconsciously slowed down his pace, for fear of disturbing this awe-inspiring old man.

"Passa, speak, what is it?" Kloss opened his eyes, the tiredness in them could not be concealed, but even so, he still cheered up.

"Lord, please forgive my interruption, but this news is too shocking." The one called Passa was a baron, responsible for managing the communication magic stone: "Just now, we received a message from the communication magic stone."

In the past, no matter how he cursed, the communication magic stone was like an ordinary stone, but now it came with a message at a critical time.

So even if he disturbed this lord's rest, he couldn't delay.

"Let me guess? This should be good news."

Even Kloss, who was so tired that he could hardly lift his eyes, couldn't help but joke, with a rare smile on his face: "It shouldn't be our Grand Marshal Damon returning, right?"

Passa was a little embarrassed, afraid of disappointing the old man, and quickly said: "The message came from the main force, saying that we should persist in defending the city, and a turning point will come soon."

"Finally, a sentence was left - chaotic evil covers the earth, when the wings fall, the truth is clear, the fireflies are weak, the dark night is difficult to understand, the lone wolf dies, the group of wolves live."

To be honest, this was just like beating around the bush, but having news was better than having no news.

He hoped to give the old man more comfort.

"Damn Mudehan, this message must have been conveyed by this pig-like bard; only he has been responsible for the other communication magic stone." The old man, who had always been peaceful, finally couldn't help but curse: "If I can live to see him, I must sew his damn mouth with the hair below!"

Kloss's lungs almost exploded with anger. What he hated most were these bards who thought they were noble but spoke in obscure and difficult-to-understand sentences.

"Lord, you will definitely... no, we will definitely be able to see Mudehan alive." After the old man's anger subsided a lot, Passa comforted him.

"Passa, when I chose to use wildfire, I was destined to choose one of the military court and the gallows."

Kloss leaned back in his chair, his eyelids drooping, as if he were just an ordinary old man: "Life is like this, it's just constantly choosing, and every choice is destined to have consequences.

What's different about me from ordinary people is that I clearly know the consequences of every choice and am willing to face them."

He thought of himself when he was young.

Because he chose to go to military academy, the title that should have belonged to him was taken by his younger brother, and he could only go to the army to earn military merit.

While complaining about his father's favoritism, his current achievements were precisely because of making that choice.

Hearing this, Pasa couldn't bear to look at the old man any longer.

For their sake, the old man, who could have had a lifetime of glorious achievements recorded in history, now had a blemish in his later years.

It's like a drop of ink on a white sheet of paper; although small, the overall impact is huge.

Putting all the burdens on one old man is truly shameful.

"Chaos... Evil... Wings..." Kloss rubbed his forehead, trying to extract important information from these words, forcibly applying them to the rebellious lizardmen, but found it was just a forced association, and could only give up in the end, cursing the damned bard again in his heart.

"Lord, there's another message: someone has already broken through the city walls and is rushing towards the inner fortress."

Pasa bowed slightly and continued speaking.

"Who is the commanding officer?" Kloss asked, starting to calculate his pre-arranged plans.

"If the banner is correct, it should be that knight who was at the Colwyn banquet, named Li Wei," Pasa said cautiously, not mentioning the Lion Hunter Knight, because the title was too obvious.

"Oh? I know him." Kloss couldn't help but sit up straight.

To be honest, in the past, a pioneering baron wouldn't even be worthy of having his name mentioned in front of him, but this newly appointed knight's experience in the past six months has been nothing short of a miracle.

Even more legendary than his own life.

He single-handedly rescued Miss Leah from Colwyn and sent her to the Northern Territory, which others might see as just a loyal and lucky knight.

But peeling back the layers, using known information to deduce, Kloss immediately realized that the other party had absolutely nothing to do with luck, but rather strength!

Later, various news came from the Northern Territory that the other party not only did not become unknown or even defeated in the wilderness, but instead became stronger.

In Kloss's view, almost every experience the other party had was something that ordinary people could not solve, but the other party not only solved it but also turned it into his own strength.

From a small pioneering baron, he has grown to this level.

Therefore, Kloss attached great importance to him and classified him as a military talent of absolute strength.

His charisma is strong enough to attract a group of powerful orcs to serve him, and it is even said that despite financial difficulties, he can still maintain such a large military expenditure. Not to mention the discipline of his subordinates, through the study of past battles, this Highcliff Castle team is definitely a strong army among strong armies.

Although the number is small, it should not be underestimated.

So Kloss became a little serious. If before he was thinking that even if he deliberately opened the city gate, most of the other party would not dare to act rashly.

Now he has to consider whether it will be useful against this knight.

"It seems I have to make some adjustments," he thought to himself.