Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The time spent waiting for the order to move out wasn't as peaceful as imagined.

Such a massive troop movement couldn't hide its tracks and naturally attracted the attention of the demons.

The enemy commander wasn't as foolish as expected. Faced with this situation, they didn't directly send a large army for a head-on confrontation. Instead, they only sent small teams to harass us. After a few probing attacks, it fizzled out.

"Although the low-level demons have low intelligence, the high-level demons acting as officers, such as Succubi, Hekatonkheires, and those Warlocks, are no less intelligent than humans." Most people didn't understand this, but Bodoff hit the nail on the head: "The spatial channel isn't stable right now. They must spend time constantly reinforcing it until the Abyss is completely connected to our world. Therefore, the longer it drags on, the more advantageous it is for them. There's no need for them to fight us head-on."

"You can see that the enemy has actually contracted their defense line during this time, giving everyone a feeling of not knowing where to start," Layton immediately added.

"Actually, I'm quite curious how the enemy stopped Master Bodoff and you from your surprise attack," Levi said, lying comfortably in his chair, with Sophia diligently massaging his shoulders behind him.

It wasn't that he had to hire a child laborer, but since she had massaged his shoulders last time, the lord thought it was good and gave her some pocket money to buy snacks or trendy toys in Cullen.

Unexpectedly, this allowed her to discover a way to make money. Every day, she had to massage his shoulders, whether he wanted it or not.

It made his bones feel weak these past few days.

The unemployed Goatling maidservant could only stand aside with a resentful look, like a wronged wife.

"Because the demons guarding the spatial channel are unusual, terrifyingly strong," the old man, who seemed to have everything under control, and was proficient in both magic and martial arts, rarely showed a hint of worry.

"How strong are they?" Mill asked, pouring a cup of hot tea and handing it over.

"This requires mentioning the current level divisions of magic and Battle Qi," Bodoff said, taking a sip of tea and drinking slowly.

"Please, tell us."

"Although the level divisions of the lower ranks have changed between a thousand years ago and now, the ranks that can truly be called strong have remained unchanged throughout history."

"What are those ranks?"

"Are you just here to play hype man?" The lord rolled his eyes, like dead fish eyes: "Can you let everyone listen quietly for a while?"

"Please, please continue," Mill said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

"For example, mages are roughly divided into apprentices, formal mages, low-level, mid-level, and high-level," Bodoff waved his hand in a showy manner. A small flame bird appeared out of thin air in the tent, constantly circling in the air before diving into the teapot. The already cooled teapot "bubbled" and boiled again.

Everyone immediately gave a thumbs up, offering a bunch of rainbow farts.

Bodoff humbly waved his hand, then continued: "The subsequent ranks are Epic and Legendary. Epic is also called Hero, and Legendary is known as the closest a strong person can be to a god."

"These two ranks, whether it's Battle Qi, magic, bards, druids, or necromancers, are used throughout the realms. They are truly at the top, strong enough to be respected by everyone."

Everyone didn't dare to breathe loudly, quietly waiting for the answer to be revealed.

The old man looked around, his expression becoming serious: "Our Archmage is currently the only Legendary powerhouse! And the demon guarding the spatial channel is a Balor, whose strength is the same!"

A series of gasps immediately rang out. If they couldn't feel the gap between ranks, then having a reference point shattered their last bit of luck.

That Archmage residing in the Magic Tower is a famous figure throughout the entire Middle Ancient Continent.

Whether in word-of-mouth or in books and stories, this Archmage is not only powerful but also full of wisdom, able to predict the future and proficient in various world-destroying magics.

He has assisted many wise kings in history, allowing civilians suffering from war to emerge from the dark ages, thus becoming famous throughout the Middle Ancient Continent as an adventurer.

As his cultivation grew stronger, he became the Archmage of the Magic Tower, said to be staying in the Magic Tower, protecting the entire Middle Ancient Continent from the invasion of demons.

The lord held a skeptical attitude towards this. The biggest demon was none other than him, an extraterrestrial demon.

But until now, nothing has happened to him, so he felt that he could not deny the power of this legendary mage, but it was definitely not as legendary as being able to predict the future or even monitor the entire Middle Ancient Continent.

"If they're really that strong, let's just wash up and go to sleep. Everyone go back to their own homes and find their own mothers," Levi said indifferently while eating watermelon.

He knew that Bodoff was definitely exaggerating to cause everyone's shock, because the smile on his face, like a child who had successfully played a prank, couldn't be concealed.

You know, although Levi had never seen a Legendary powerhouse, he had read a lot of books. No matter which book it was, the Legendary powerhouses described inside could easily destroy a country.

They were truly ruthless people who could ride on the king's neck and shit in this world, and the other party would have to laugh and say it was good.

If that Balor was really that strong, with those little bastards of Daemon, I'm afraid that the Bone Fortress would have been breached long ago. How could it have lasted until now?

"Cough cough, if the other party is in the Abyss, they are really a Legendary powerhouse. Now our world is not suitable for powerhouses of this level. In addition, the other party suppressed their strength to pass through the spatial channel, and their strength is only at the Epic level, but it is still tricky and worth taking seriously," Bodoff cleared his throat twice and said with a smile.

In fact, the reason why Thorin Bain has been staying in the Magic Tower since he was promoted to Legendary is because although the magic tide has arrived and the elemental power has begun to skyrocket, it is still not suitable for Legendary powerhouses to survive.

They can only barely move while staying in the Magic Tower.

"Tch!"

Suddenly, a uniform sound of disdain rang out in the tent. Everyone was very contemptuous of Bodoff's marketing methods of relying on gimmicks to gain shock.

Exactly the same as someone.

"Actually, it's quite reasonable to think about it. You can't raise a dragon in a puddle," Levi mumbled a word that everyone had never heard before, but everyone was already used to it.

"That's right, that's right. The few fish in the small river aren't enough for me to fill the gaps between my teeth," Sophia immediately nodded with deep sympathy.

"If it's just that Balor, with the help of Her Highness the Saintess and Lord Lancelot, there is a chance to hold him back," Bodoff shook his head: "But the other party is also served by seven or eight Succubi, living a lewd life that even an old man like me can't bear to look at. There's no way to lure them away. Although these guys' martial skills are terrible, they are proficient in various magics and are very difficult to deal with."

"Damn, what a bunch of sluts who only know how to cling to the strong!" The lord drooled enviously, but righteously despised them.

"Plus, with our surprise attack, the other party's guard over the spatial channel is probably even stricter now," Bodoff placed his staff horizontally on his knees, stroking the magic stone on it, "But now that you, Lord Levi, have joined, I don't think the other party can't be dealt with. This is a rare opportunity to be remembered in history and become a hero."

"Master Bodoff, you think too highly of me. I'm just a country lord. Let capable people handle this matter," the lord shook his head repeatedly, then pretended to be stupid and lowered his head to look at Heather's perfect long legs next to him, as if flowers were embroidered on them.

Although he considered himself very strong, he had never faced a Legendary powerhouse. He was not a reckless young man. Because of the heroic title, he rushed to measure the other party's strength.

Whether he could beat them or not was another matter, but rashly facing them without knowing the other party's strength, he wouldn't even know how he died.

Every time he made a move, he seemed reckless, but in fact, he only made a move when he knew that the other party was not his opponent at all.

In short, he would stay steady and not be reckless, and wait until he understood the situation before making a decision.

Just then, the sunlight at the door curtain was blocked, and a black shadow walked in from outside.

"I wonder if my appearance at this time will disturb everyone's tea party," Fugeroth said, speaking in pure Common Tongue, displaying a proper noble demeanor.

This guy had already disturbed them, but he still had to put on a hypocritical posture of noble etiquette.

"It's been a few days, Old Fug, and your noble temperament is growing more and more," the lord immediately said sarcastically, throwing an apple over at the same time.

"Staying with a group of nobles who adhere to etiquette every day, even a slight mistake can lead to sermons," Fugeroth wasn't angry, took the apple, and took a big bite: "Even a pig can be taught to be meticulous."

Arriving at the Highcliff Stronghold's camp, he completely let go, with three points of laziness and casualness, without any airs.

He was born into a small merchant family, or even a commoner. Because of his talent, he was discovered by the old general, and he had been in the Thorns Legion ever since.

Until the old general died, the talented him was also valued by Florina, and he became the legion commander of the Thorns Legion.

Not long ago, he was named the Baron of Maple Lake. The previous nobles' nicknames for him were not good.

In fact, he didn't like this hypocritical thing, but in order to deal with those nobles, he had to learn it.

"What's the use of caring about them? Just live as you want," the lord said disdainfully, "I don't believe they can eat people."

Thinking of him, Levi, who was notorious among the nobles, was privately called a country baron, a rude barbarian, only worthy of marrying the daughter of a barefoot farmer in the countryside.

But since easily conquering the Town of Kalia to the south, capturing General Kross alive, breaking through the City of Cullen, and so on.

His reputation took a turn for the better. Not adhering to etiquette was considered uninhibited, and being rude in his mouth was considered amiable and approachable.

He instantly felt that everyone around him was a good person, and there was no more of the previous exclusion.

Fugeroth shook his head, not talking much on this topic.

He couldn't compare with this Marquis of Highcliff Stronghold. He was able to be conferred the title because of the other party.

That's why he always felt that the barony was not right, and he couldn't get tough.

"I'm here to notify you to attend the pre-war meeting. Just now, the remaining reinforcements have also arrived. Everyone is preparing to discuss how to completely solve these demons," Fugeroth said his purpose here.

Since Ando's death, he was the only one in the Northern Territory who had a good relationship with this lord and could act as a messenger.

The other party was now an honorary marquis. Sending a messenger seemed disrespectful, and it was just right for him to come.

"Got it," Levi waved his hand.

In addition to the previous Griffin Knights, the king also sent 50,000 Gunda soldiers. The Duke of the Eastern Territory summoned ten nobles to form 60,000 soldiers to support. The Western Territory, due to border issues, only supported a certain amount of supplies.

There were now nearly 300,000 soldiers gathered here. Just dividing the garrison was a huge problem. Fortunately, Florina was experienced and had prepared for this, so the reinforcements could easily complete the entry as soon as they arrived.

Because there were too many people, a warehouse built of birch trees was slightly cleaned up and used as the new legion headquarters. It was surrounded by wooden walls, and there was no extra decoration outside except for being strong and able to withstand the wind.

The lord led Bodoff and Fatir to the meeting. With his current reputation, he was already well-known in the Northern Territory Legion. The silver-armored halberd soldiers guarding the door quickly and respectfully saluted: "Your Excellency, Duke Florina and the others are already inside."

"Lord!"

Just as Levi was about to step into the tent, a shout came from behind.

"I didn't expect to see you here," a gaunt young man with a gloomy face squeezed out a smile and stepped over from a distance.

Uh... who is this guy?

Levi showed an awkward but polite smile: "Please forgive my poor memory. May I ask who you are?"

"Lord, my name is Bolton Tedber. We met in the Mistlin Forest last time," Bolton said with an unchanged smile, still very polite.

"The bastard whose brother died and became the heir? I know you." Hearing this, Levi immediately lost interest: "I hope you can make the people of Dreadfort more prosperous and peaceful, rather than relying on despicable means such as skinning to maintain your rule."

I thought he was a big shot from the royal city, but he was just a little bastard.

To be honest, Levi had no feelings for the people of this family at all, regardless of politics, purely because he couldn't stand them.

A family that relied on skinning and various tortures to maintain its rule and dignity was really not up to par.

Although the freemen living under the hands of other nobles were also severely exploited, they could barely eat enough, and their safety was guaranteed.

But it was said that the farmers living in Dreadfort prayed every day that they would not run into the people of the Tedber family.

Because maybe it was just a bad mood, and they might be arrested, skinned, and tortured to satisfy their inner desires.