Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"Don't you understand? If it's discovered that we did this, we'll die!" Bolton had lost his appetite and stood up, roaring in anger.

His long-held peaceful state of mind was shattered for the first time.

"With us here, no one can harm you." Jerome emerged from the darkness, and the candlelight revealed his shadowed face in the room.

It was actually a faceless face!

No nose, no eyes, he didn't have any of the features that ordinary people have. He was like a failed creation of the creator, a deformed child abandoned by the gods.

This terrifying appearance alone was enough to frighten a crying child into silence.

"You simply don't understand how strong that Highcliff Castle Lord is. Powerful stone giants are no match for him, and thousands of demons have died by his sword!"

Bolton's mind was filled with that demon-like figure. No matter who the opponent was, they seemed to be easily cut down like vegetables in front of him.

His mind was now consumed with what would happen if that person found out about letting demons into the city. He feared that the soldiers of the Dreadfort were not enough to be killed by him.

"My lord, you are far too afraid of him."

"Firstly, it's impossible for him to find out about this. Besides, he is a person, not a god. He needs to eat, drink, excrete, and sleep."

"Right now, I have dozens of ways to kill him."

Jerome shook his head, feeling that Bolton was overreacting.

The Hanged Men, who believe in the Faceless God, have existed since ancient times. They even slaughtered dragons and killed giants during their glorious days.

Although the glory is gone, that human is neither a dragon nor a giant. Jerome doesn't believe that anyone is unkillable.

Whether it's assassination, poisoning, or anything else, there's always a way.

It's just that killing him now would attract the attention of all the people of Deber, so they haven't acted.

When the time is right, that person will become the stepping stone for the Hanged Men to resound throughout Deber again.

"Heh, if you are so strong, then why are you now rats who dare not show their faces in the gutter?"

Bolton, who had calmed down, completely scoffed at the other party's boasting.

"After we slaughtered that gold dragon and mountain giant, we suffered a joint crackdown by the dragons and giants."

Jerome said calmly, as if he was extremely proud.

"..."

Bolton was speechless.

He felt that not only did this group of Hanged Men lose their faces, but their brains were probably gone too.

...

Inside the Bone Fort, the garrisons were divided. Diamond's army was the furthest from the city gate, so that soldier first ran past the Thorns Legion garrison closest to the city gate and ran to the Highcliff Castle camp in a panic.

Leevi's idea was to leave the city, so he could take the opportunity to see how the Thorns Legion was doing.

If they joined, the pressure on Highcliff Castle would be much less.

Everything had been prepared long ago. At Leevi's order, the chevaux de frise in front of the camp were opened from the inside out.

The gnolls riding worgs took the lead, rushing into the darkness to clear the way. Night was more advantageous for them than day.

The orc warriors were distributed in the front and on both sides, while the auxiliaries, Fede archers, and Heather, these casters, stayed in the middle to support them. The centaurs were responsible for wandering around and taking care of the rear.

When they stepped onto the main road of the Bone Fort, they could already see some scattered little devils and babau in the surrounding houses and alleys. They were chasing those defeated city guards.

They cruelly cut off their limbs, and finally chopped off their heads, excitedly picking up an arm and began to devour it.

For them, these humans were the most delicious food.

Then they discovered the larger Highcliff Castle team, and the charming aroma teased their nerves, surging up like a tide.

But they were like moths to a flame. The scimitars of the leading gnoll cavalry easily slashed across their necks, and the worgs crushed their necks.

Almost in an instant, they were killed by the gnolls, and the remaining ones were killed one by one by the Fede archers.

This left the orc warriors, who were acting as guards, with no chance to perform, and the spells that the drow priests had just begun to chant disappeared into nothing.

The combat power of these low-level demons was equivalent to that of rural militia. The real threat was only the deeply rooted psychological effect of terror.

As long as they didn't form an overwhelming, continuous wave to consume them with an absolute advantage in numbers, it would be difficult to pose any decent threat to Highcliff Castle.

Although it was very easy for them to break through the demons' obstruction, the number of demons pouring into the Bone Fort was increasing, so they couldn't help but speed up their progress.

The Thorns Legion was not far from the Highcliff Castle camp. At this speed, they soon saw some outlines in the darkness.

"Lord Leevi, look quickly." Heather exclaimed, covering her small mouth.

It's no wonder she was so lose one's composure, the scene before them was so shocking.

The camp that originally belonged to the Thorns Legion was now full of densely packed demons. The density was so high that it could not be described with a sea of people. It could be said that a bag of wheat had been poured into Lilliput.

There was no space left between the demons. They were people squeezing people, stacking on top of their companions' heads and frantically climbing towards the four-five Ren, a unit of measurement high stone wall in front of them. Countless demons were swarming from the distance.

Inside the wall, a fierce battle was unfolding. Roars and wails echoed each other under the collision of weapons.

Fojello's hoarse shout of "Hold on!" penetrated through layers of obstacles and reached the ears of the Highcliff Castle team.

"Brother-in-law, are we still going to save Mr. Fojello?" Mill asked, swallowing hard.

The demons in front of them were actually similar to those in the morning, but because they were gathered together in the narrow city, they seemed to be densely packed everywhere.

In addition, the current situation was obviously one of isolated and without help. Due to this psychological deter, Mill seemed a little at a loss.

"Charge in!" Leevi didn't answer, just issued a cold command.

Even after the losses of the morning battle, the Thorns Legion still had more than 6,000 elite soldiers. It was impossible for them to be completely destroyed in such a short period of time.

Rescuing them was obviously the most correct choice.

At an order, the barbarians raised their battle axes and began to crash into the crowd. Javelins and arrows flew together, and battle axes and spells of various colors fell at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, the demons were smashed open.

Like a hot knife through butter, the Highcliff Castle team charged into no man's land, quickly rushing to the front of the wall.

Faced with this thick city wall as high as four or five Ren, a unit of measurement, the lord directly raised his forty-five yards big foot and kicked it hard.

With a loud "Boom", the thick city wall was like being hit by a huge boulder, instantly collapsing into a gap nearly seven or eight Ren, a unit of measurement wide.

The people of Highcliff Castle had long been clear about their lord's terrifying power, so they turned a blind eye and didn't have any emotional changes on their faces.

But as the dust dissipated, the soldiers of the Thorns Legion were dumbfounded as they looked at the collapsed city wall and the lord who stand out from the crowd.

"Your Grace, your shoes?"

Unfortunately, some people's focus was unique. Fojello looked at someone's shoes, which were burst open like popcorn, revealing his toes, with a face full of hesitate to speak.

"I really shouldn't have come to save you."

His heroic and stalwart figure had obviously shock everyone, but because of one sentence, he seemed full of a derogatory term for a worthless person air. The lord was angry in his heart.

He roughly swept a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether it was because Fojello came back early, or because the soldiers of the Thorns Legion were elite enough.

These soldiers had organized a neat formation, and they were deal with the continuous stream of demons with ease. It was just that the number was too large, like being stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to rush out. In fact, there was no major damage.

The two sides quickly converged together.

"Your Grace, what should we do?" Fojello was wearing a set of red noble clothes, holding only a sword in his hand.

Thinking that he had just returned to the Thorns Legion garrison and started fighting, he didn't even have time to wear his armor.

"Let's get out first. I'm afraid that the demons will also send the six-armed Marilith over. At that time, it will be difficult for us to get out." Leevi said seriously.

Although the six-armed Marilith could only be regarded as a a derogatory term for a worthless person to him, as long as there were enough of them, they could pose a threat to the Highcliff Castle team, and they were quite tricky enemies for the Thorns Legion.

I'm afraid that only the Lionheart Elite Red Swordsmen could easily deal with them.

"Don't hide it, take it out." Leevi suddenly reached out to Fojello.

"What?" Fojello looked blank.

"Of course it's magical equipment!" The lord looked speechless: "You are the legion commander of a legion, and your sister controls more than 40% of the commerce in the North. Countless caravans flow to various parts of Deber every year. I really don't believe you don't have two pieces of the most valuable magical equipment to save your life."

"I've already observed it, the finger you're wearing is definitely a magical item!"

"Your Grace, to be honest, have you been miss my finger for a long time?" Fojello looked suspicious, but still took off the green finger with exquisite patterns carved on his thumb and handed it over.

"Hmph, you touch it eight hundred times a day, everyone knows this thing is not simple." Leevi hummed twice, took it and looked at it in his hand: "How do you use this thing?"

This finger has complex patterns carved on it, flowing with the unique brilliance of magic, and is inlaid with five small magic gems of different colors.

When it was taken out, Heather's gaze was immediately attracted. As a caster, when the finger was taken off and Leevi caress the patterns, she felt a very powerful elemental fluctuations from it.

"Press the red gem, that's the starting mechanism, it can release the high-level magic stored inside, the surrounding hundreds of steps will be shrouded in a sea of fire." Fojello explained carefully.

Magical equipment is meant to be used in times of crisis. It doesn't matter who uses it at this time, and he is not stingy.

"Awesome, are there any more?" Leevi looked back and forth, not thinking that such a small finger could hold such a strong magic.

"Do you really think my sister's money is blown by the wind? This Spell storing ring alone cost thousands of gold Keke, a unit of currency, and this was only sold because the seller valued our past relationship."

"You have to know that magical equipment is a hot-selling item that you can't buy even if you have money, let alone a magic ring that stores spells." Fojello said with heartache.

Although it wasn't his money, once this magic was used, it could worth half his life's salary.

Leevi directly stuffed it into his pocket. Time was tight and the task was heavy. Now was not the time to continue preparing for the small talk. Maybe the demons would gather into an torrent that could not be broken through at any time.

He quickly and concisely ordered: "Wait a minute, you take the people behind us, first rush out of the city and join Duke Frina."

"Your Grace, I'm afraid we can't leave for the time being." Fojello smiled wryly.

"How are there so many?!" Before Leevi could react, Heather pointed to his back. Because she was too shocked, the snow-white in front of her chest trembled.

"Damn!"

The lord turned his head and immediately curse a sentence.

I really am a jinx, what did I say just comes.

Under the dark sky, extremely burly and tall shadows coming, approaching here, when the figure crossed the line between light and dark, appearing under the illumination of the fire, everyone uniformly took a cold breath.

Those were six-armed Marilith with a height of three Ren, a unit of measurement and a weight of several thousand pounds, their cold expressions watching everyone, as if a basin of cold water was poured on the heads of everyone present in the cold winter twelfth month of the lunar year.

These proud warriors wore fine fire red armor made of unknown materials, holding shields and various weapons in their hands.

Compared to those low-level demons, these guys were the real main event.

They were warriors who were enough for the Highcliff Castle team to take seriously.

Their snake tails were moving quickly on the ground, and the demons blocking the road were chopped down by them. A wave of the snake tail could completely smash the collapsed city wall.

These warriors were definitely more ruthless and powerful opponents than the Minotaurs.

"The number is not very large."

Leevi discovered a good news, at least for him, these six-armed Marilith that appeared in the field of vision were not enough for a large legion at all, at most a thousand odd.

Leevi had heard Fatir say that these guys had as many as two or three ten thousand in a large legion.

Now that only a thousand have come, it is worth celebrating.

Now he has a great weapon in his hand, and Heather and their magic are also full, and there is also the Thorns Legion coordinate.

As long as the Thorns Legion can hold back hundreds of six-armed Marilith, the Highcliff Castle team can quickly solve these guys.

Leevi doesn't expect the Thorns Legion to solve them at all, but it shouldn't be a big problem to hold back.

"Copy guys, first solve this group of a derogatory term for worthless things!" He shouted, took a broadsword from the item bar and held it in his hand.

These six-armed Marilith are very fast, and the Highcliff Castle team and the Thorns Legion add up to as many as ten thousand people, such a large team's marching speed is destined not to be too fast.

Instead of waiting for the other party to catch up and hack and kill, it is better to solve these guys here in advance.

But before the two sides could come into contact, a piece of red light suddenly across the distant sky, even shine the Bone Fortress here into a bloody red.

"锵昂~(锵昂: clang)"

Accompanied by a clang sound that resounded through the sky, what followed was a metal wail full of desolate.

Everyone was do not understand, only Fojello, who knew the most, felt his throat dry, and a red heart instantly cold to the back of his heels.

"It's General Mandela, his sword... broken..."