Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Leaden clouds filled the entire sky, stretching to the horizon, heavy and ominous. A drizzle began to fall, splattering on the ground. Soon, a gale roared, pelting everyone's face with bean-sized raindrops, showing no favoritism. The distant pine forest rustled, sounding like a mournful wail.

“Damn it, this rain is heavier than when Yi Ping went to find her dad.” Li Wei muttered, sheltering under the expanded belly of the Sorrowful Wind, watching countless soldiers busily setting up camp in the open space not far away.

The enlarged Sorrowful Wind was extremely large, and the leaders of Highcliff Fortress immediately used it as an oversized umbrella.

Three days had passed since they set out from Cologne. They had expected to travel under a succession of sunny days straight to White Bone Fortress, but instead, the morning had been cloudless, and by afternoon, the sky was overcast, and a torrential downpour began.

In this kind of weather, no one would risk traveling in the heavy rain, no matter how urgent the situation. Not only would it make the soldiers grumble, but more importantly, the knightly nobles wouldn't tolerate it.

“Indeed, it’s an absolutely beautiful natural scene.” Rifanqi didn’t know who Yi Ping was, but he understood the meaning. He looked at the spectacle of tens of thousands of people building a camp together, a hint of regret on his face. “It’s a pity the rain is too heavy, or the dyes would get damp if I took them out.”

This middle-aged man with a feathered hat and leggings was the painter who had painted for the lord last time, except one of his eye sockets was still slightly bruised, making him look somewhat wretched.

This was certainly not the lord's doing. In fact, the lord advocated peace and harmony, but the people of Highcliff Fortress were quite unhappy that their god-like lord had been painted as a small nobody in the corner.

No matter how Li Wei tried to persuade them, they insisted on letting this damned painter taste the consequences.

Afterward, faced with the middle-aged painter's tearful complaints, the lord, constrained by the fact that so many were involved and the ringleaders hadn't been caught, could only make a grand show of concern but take no real action.

In reality, the lord wouldn't say that personally finding fault would make him seem petty, damaging his reputation as a heroic figure of Highcliff Fortress.

This time, going south to White Bone Fortress was obviously going to involve a battle with the main force of the demons. With a little thought, Li Wei decided to bring Rifanqi along.

After all, this was an opportunity to greatly increase his reputation. If a painting of the Lord of Highcliff Fortress fighting ten thousand demons at night were to circulate, it would be enough to elevate his fame to unprecedented heights.

“It’s a pity there’s no central figure. Little Li, who do you think would be better to act as this central figure?”

Sam, the shaman little old man, popped out of nowhere, smiling, startling the painter, who was clearly stronger. Originally, his status in Highcliff Fortress was the lowest, but now that there was someone even lower than him, he had to enjoy the feeling of being superior.

“Without a doubt, this central figure must be our most magnificent, most handsome Lion Hunter Knight, Marquis Li Wei of Highcliff Fortress!” Rifanqi said solemnly.

“Rifanqi, I’m very pleased that you think so. Your ideological awareness has clearly improved a lot during this time. Work hard, and Highcliff Fortress may well have a place for you in the future.”

Li Wei patted the painter’s shoulder with a satisfied expression.

“I will work hard, my lord.”

Once upon a time, Rifanqi, who advocated unconventionality, felt that art was above everything else and that nothing could change his artistic creation, until he was snuck into his room one dark night and beaten up.

He realized—art is created for people. If he continued to be stubborn and not change his thinking, how could he become a painter famous throughout the Seven Kingdoms?

Of course, this had absolutely nothing to do with those people that night.

It’s just that, once he started flattering, although he felt a sense of loss in his heart as if something was gone forever, he inevitably became more adept at it.

However, he took a deep look at the little old man next to him. If he remembered correctly, he was one of those that night, and he was the one who hit the hardest. Rifanqi subconsciously touched his eye socket, which was almost healed.

Before long, a simple camp was set up, and everyone moved into the tents.

The rain was too heavy, and it was impossible to travel. Everyone could only pray that the heavy rain would end soon.

This time going south, Meng Weite and Liya didn't come along, but stayed in Cologne.

Instead, Fulina personally led the army and a group of northern nobles to continue south.

Excluding those staying in Cologne, there were about 120,000 in total. Of course, this number included the accompanying craftsmen and auxiliary soldiers, and the actual number of soldiers was probably less than 100,000.

Originally, the lord didn't quite understand why she didn't stay in Cologne like Liya, after all, this trip south was different.

These demons would not have the habit of leaving prisoners for negotiation. If they were caught, it would be hard to say whether they would be directly stewed into soup or something else.

But it wasn't until he put himself in Fulina's shoes that Li Wei understood one thing.

That is, when you sit in Fulina's position, your power can be said to be already at the top. The only way to go further is to become king, but that is simply impossible.

Not to mention Debe, the Seven Kingdoms would never sit idly by and watch another country appear and divide their cake.

The Northern Territory is strong in military power, but it is not enough to confront Debe or even other countries.

Therefore, when power can no longer be increased, reputation becomes extremely important, and this demon war, which is enough to sweep the entire Southern Territory, is the best battlefield to earn reputation and status.

Not only Fulina, but in this impetuous era, everyone is looking for opportunities to desperately prove themselves.

This war should have attracted worldwide attention, but for some reason, no news came from the south, so everyone subconsciously thought that Damon had solved the demons and was rushing back, which also coincided with why the scouts had not returned.

It wasn't until Ando was destroyed and the demons came to the city of Cologne that they realized something was wrong.

As a marquis about to become a duke, Fulina had a pride far surpassing other dukes, as can be seen from her disdain for the king's reprimands.

But this doesn't mean that she is arrogant and invincible. On the contrary, she is extremely cautious.

Therefore, she attaches great importance to the demons who can block the entire White Bone Fortress and prevent news from spreading.

So there are the subsequent reinforcements and letters sent to the royal city, including the other two dukes, informing the world of the true situation in the south.

If the group of people sitting in those positions weren't complete idiots, then the reinforcements from the rear would arrive not long after they reached White Bone Fortress.

It can be said that, if everything goes as planned, they can only be regarded as the vanguard.

…

In the narrow corner tower, there were only simple plank beds and old tables. It was used as a temporary rest and meeting room, not because there were no extra houses inside White Bone Fortress.

But because it was on the city wall, it could make any decision as quickly as possible.

A handsome young man walked quickly towards the figure in front of the table, and then stopped when the shadow was about to engulf the other person.

“Lord Damon, Lord Lancelot and the others are ready.”

The golden-haired man, as strong as a bear, seemed to be taking a nap. Mu Dehan knew that the other person had been tired for a long time and couldn't bear to disturb him, but this matter was too important. Everyone had been preparing for a long time and couldn't afford to delay.

“Mm.” Damon opened his eyes instantly, as if he had just been thinking with his eyes closed.

But as long as you observe carefully, you can find the fatigue in the other person's eyes that can't be concealed.

Long battles and tense nerves made this “Golden Lion of the Plateau” unable to hide his tiredness.

If the space channel cannot be closed and the demons cannot be prevented from adding troops here at any time, then this war will not end.

Therefore, they no longer focus on closing the space channel, but put all their strength on how to break through, send out letters about the situation here, let the outside world know that the situation here is not optimistic, and send reinforcements.

But to this day, the number of demons has reached an unimaginable level, surrounding White Bone Fortress layer upon layer, which can be said to be impenetrable.

If all the elite troops are used to break through, the other party will definitely try to hold back the breakout army, and then first capture the weakened White Bone Fortress before solving them.

Therefore, how to plan a reasonable force, as well as the breakout time and route, is a matter worth careful discussion.

Finally, after a night of discussion, it was decided to break through when the first ray of sunlight shines down in the morning.

The reason for not breaking through at night is that, for these demons, the night is their home field.

When the two walked out of the door, the sky was still pitch black, but they could barely see the outline of some things. They followed the city wall to the open space not far from the city gate.

“Lord, you’ve arrived.”

A knight in golden armor walked out of the corner. Behind him were knights with resolute faces, silent, and wearing armor.

They were fully armed, and beside them were Haka Golden Lions who had been with them since childhood.

Although this kind of monster does not control the power of elements, its strength, speed, and size far exceed that of war horses. Once they charge, the mere momentum is enough to scare away villains.

Even if they lose the command of the knights on their backs, they can slap a yak to death with one paw and bite off the spine of a jungle wild boar with one bite.

They are undoubtedly the best of the cavalry, and it is difficult to find a comparable opponent in the entire ground cavalry regiment of Debe.

Therefore, this breakout that determines life and death is naturally carried out by these strong players to attract most of the other party's attention.

If it weren't for the great losses in the battle to attack the Scarlet Mountains, they would even have the confidence to break through on their own.

But now that they only have a thousand left, they no longer have this ability.

“When the first ray of sunlight falls and makes the armor on our bodies shine again, it is when we charge.” Damon didn’t say anything encouraging. Everything that needed to be said had been said. Being able to stand here at this moment has already explained everything. They have already put life and death aside.

“Fight for glory!”

All the knights of the Golden Lion Regiment raised their long swords and roared.

Although they are not knights in the true sense, they also uphold justice, honor… and so on.

This war at this moment is no longer for whom to fight, but for the entire human race of Debe.

This is a race war!

Damon rode on his golden lion, this lion, like him, is also the king of the Haka golden lions.

Its limbs are thick, its body is huge, the mane on its neck is thick and dense, magnificent and dazzling, blowing wantonly, and its eyes look down on everything.

Damon looked at the east gate of White Bone Fortress, where Lancelot, the commander of the Griffin Knights, was located. The two will launch a breakout at the same time in different locations.

This can well distract the demons and make them disperse their forces.

But the real breakout is not them, but a small team at the north gate.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and the first ray of sunlight fell, illuminating the tip of Damon's raised sword, making it magnificent and dazzling.

“Charge!”

The city gate slowly opened, and thousands of golden-armored knights stepped on the dawn light, like warriors from the kingdom of God, holding their lances flat and roaring towards the distant demon camp.

At the same time, hundreds of griffin knights in the east also waved their wings and flew wildly towards the east.

The violent wind blew the flags on the city head, making them rustle.

Although they are all to attract attention, if it is possible to break out of the encirclement, they will not hesitate to rush out.

In an inconspicuous city head of White Bone Fortress, dozens of paladins carrying giant swords are gathering here.

“Your Highness, Damon and Lancelot have already acted.”

A paladin squad leader respectfully looked at the beautiful, dreamlike girl in front of him. Just standing there, the other person could make him feel as if the holy light was watching him, and he became more and more devout.

“Little girl, we should go.” Bodoov tightened his belt, and a delicate long sword was hung on his waist, holding a mage wand in his hand.

It has a bit of a magical and martial style.

Although this old man from the Mage Tower is a serious spellcaster, his physique is no worse than those paladins with an average height of about two blades.

Moreover, it is said that this Master Bodoov was a swordsmanship master when he was young, and learning magic can be regarded as halfway out of the house.

But I didn't expect him to be extremely talented, but he came from behind and was no worse than those mages of the same age.

Here you can only faintly hear the sound of fighting from a distance, and you can't see the specific situation.

But the demon camp on the plain in front was in a commotion, and you could vaguely see some people moving, rushing towards the place where the sound of fighting came from.

Fati'er knew that Damon and Lancelot's plan had succeeded. Although they hadn't attracted all the demons here, this was already an excellent result.

The other party has not put their eyes here, and with the small number of people, their chances of passing through the defense line will be greatly increased.

She opened and closed her small mouth, and almost finished chanting as soon as she started. Before everyone could react, they were collectively blessed with Holy Light Swiftness and Stealth.

This speed is almost instantaneous magic.

“Young people are eloquent.” This made Bodoov on the side sigh in admiration.

“Let’s go.” Fati'er didn't have much expression change. It seemed that only when facing someone would she reveal her nature.

Everyone quietly touched towards the outside of the city.