Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"And me."

Gus's face was calm, he flung the bright huge double-edged broadsword in his hand, and carried it on his back, "No matter how powerful the enemy is, the Lenyers will never be afraid!"

"Cut it out.", Zart curled his lip in disdain: "Do you know how far it is from here to the Hengduan Mountains?"

"First, by the time you run over there, the battle will be over. Second, Gus, I ask you, can you ride a dragon?"

Gus was silent. With the unique body structure of a centaur, it would be okay for others to ride him, but riding others would be too much to ask.

And now, if you want to enter the Hengduan Mountains, riding the giant dragon that Sophia turns into is the fastest way.

"Boss, count me in!"

"That's right, that's right, we're not afraid of thisBalor or whatever."

"If we die, we'll just become undead, and we'll still fight with you."

A group of burly men from Highcliff Fortress stared at Li Wei, grinning and showing off their shiny teeth, their eyes shining extraordinarily in the night sky.

Li Wei looked at them, feeling both touched and nauseous, feeling goosebumps all over his body.

No one is a fool. Even if they haven't seen theBalor guarding the gate with their own eyes, they know from what Fatir said when he was there that this is definitely not something that those small fries in the past could compare to.

The Hengduan Mountains are far away at the end of the line of sight, and they can still feel the aftermath of the battle from the White Bone Fortress, which shows how fierce the battle is, as if two towering mountain giants are breaking mountain peaks and fighting to the death in the mountains.

Actively avoiding danger is the instinct of all creatures. Knowing that the road ahead is unpredictable, these big bellies still want to go together without hesitation, which is really too simple.

"First, Sophia can't carry so many people, and secondly, too many people will slow down the speed."

"Second, I'm not stupid, I'll definitely run away if I really can't beat them."

Li Wei held up two fingers and said with a serious face.

"Do you believe what you're saying?" Zart curled his lip.

It has been following its boss from the beginning, and has never seen him run away once. Even when facing a dragon with unknown strength, he dared to take a dozen homemade bed crossbows and dozens of people to slay the dragon.

Is thisBalor stronger than the dragon back then?

Li Wei touched his head, feeling that it was difficult to explain to this group of simpletons what it means to be barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

Now his family has a great business, Highcliff Fortress has finally developed, and he is about to step into the extravagant life of the nobility, so why would he take risks voluntarily?

"Okay, that's settled, you wouldn't dare to disobey my decision, would you?" The lord laughed and scolded twice, directly using his power as a lord to suppress them.

He didn't hesitate, turned over and climbed onto Sophia's back, who had returned to her original form, looked down at everyone and grinned: "Just wait for me to come back, and then we'll go straight back to Highcliff Fortress to eat beef rolls!"

"Ascend!"

The strong wind howled, blowing hair wildly, and the scenery on both sides kept receding.

This situation did not last long, and Sophia quickly entered a stable flight state above the clouds.

At her flying speed, it won't be long before she can enter the Hengduan Mountains.

...

Powerful shattering sounds came one after another. The pillars of light suppressing theBalor were like crystal pillars, constantly shattering into small pieces as the opponent gradually straightened his back, and finally dissipated into the air.

Mandela watched the other party cursing non-stop, and countless demons in the distance pounced on the vanguard red swordsmen who had formed a battle formation.

Even a steadfast reef will be gradually worn away by the continuous scouring of the sea.

What's more, a group of flesh and blood bodies, under the crazy counterattack of the demons, the great swordsmen also fell into a hard battle.

"Bodov, is this the effect of the magic you've been preparing for so long?" Mandela said to the old man in the distance.

"Your Excellency General, I am just a high-level mage, not an epic. It is already very difficult to suppress thisBalor, whose rank has been limited from legend to epic, for so long."

Bodov rolled his eyes, really thinking he was a gold-robed mage who knew all kinds of world-destroying forbidden spells.

"Damn, then let's just wait for death." Mandela cursed.

Although he said so, he coldly watched theBalor in front of him, thinking about how to kill the opponent.

Although the opponent's actions were temporarily restricted, his hands could still move, especially the flame sword in his hand, which was a bit too powerful.

Every confrontation was like a mountain collapsing and smashing down, making him feel very aggrieved.

Even if it weren't for this weapon, thisBalor wouldn't be so difficult to deal with.

"I can still release a lighting spell once, which can blind it for a while."

Just then, Bodov's voice sounded in his heart. Mandela glanced at the old man without showing any emotion, but the old man's face was calm.

"My magic power has also recovered a bit, and I can cooperate with you to attack."

Fatir directly joined this mental communication.

Mental communication is a subject that every high-level caster will study, because there are as many races in this world as there are hairs on an ox. Not everyone speaks a common language. This spell can make it easier for casters to travel the continent.

"Okay."

The three quickly discussed a tactic.

Bodov and Fatir both came closer.

Now that thisBalor's actions are restricted, they are still very safe in the short term.

"Damn lowly creatures, your death is coming when I get out of trouble!" Bateer was bent over by the pillars of light in the sky, his two thick legs like marble pillars were deeply embedded in the earth, and he roared like a tsunami: "I, Bateer Fiat 'Abyssal Soul Melter', will let you see the anger from a volcanic eruption, which is enough to evaporate an ocean as vast as the Aegean Sea!"

"Bullshit!" Mandela blurted out, also representing the signal to attack, "You're the one who's going to die!"

"Claudius!"

Without hesitation, starting almost at zero frames, Bodov instantly finished chanting the spell, and the magic stone inlaid on the top of his staff emitted a dazzling white light, like a small sun at night, illuminating the surrounding scenery as bright as day.

"Ah!"

With a shrill scream, having taken an enhanced version of the lighting spell at close range, the tall and sturdyBalor covered his eyes with one hand, and tears were constantly flowing out with a "gurgling" sound.

"Go to hell!" Mandela shook his hand and threw the half of the blood sword in his hand.

This blood sword seemed to be controlled by someone. In mid-air, it suddenly turned a corner and smashed straight at the thick wrist of theBalor holding the flame giant sword.

...

"Plop!"

With a scream of pain, the huge flame sword slipped from the once firm and powerful palm of theBalor onto the ground.

...

"Pa!"

A huge light arrow shot out and hit the hilt of the flame sword, knocking it ten steps away.

...

"Base and lowly creatures, you have completely angered an unimaginable powerhouse, I will capture you alive and let the little demons torture you day and night, destroying your spirit and body together!"

"Let the gods also hate your souls and bodies, and let you become lonely souls floating in the abyss enduring the pain of burning day and night!"

Suffering such humiliation, Bateer could no longer tolerate it. As if he had lost his mind, his voice roared randomly like thunder.

"Before that, I will cut off your ugly head and use it as a chamber pot!"

Mandela instantly came to the flame sword that had been knocked away, his face like an undercurrent on the seabed, with an icy coldness.

Now both Bodov and Fatir have exhausted their magic power and cannot release powerful spells, and his blood sword is also broken.

Even if thisBalor is temporarily restricted in its actions, it cannot be completely killed.

Only by using the giant sword in its hand that is so terrifying can its head be cut off.

"Lowly ants, do you think you can pick up my 'Dire Howl?'" Bateer, who had barely recovered some vision, looked at the human in front of him who was actually trying to pick up the flame sword, completely disdainfully.

Mandela ignored him. His bald head emitted a faint light in the moonlight. The magic patterns on his arms were surging, the fighting spirit in his body was bursting out, and the blue veins on his arms were bursting out like dragons.

He knew that this giant sword must be incredibly heavy, but he was not without confidence.

With the blessing of various forces, he was confident that he could pick it up.

The fact was as he expected. He held the thick hilt with both hands, roared, and the flame sword, as heavy as a mountain, was slowly lifted from the ground.

"This is impossible!" Bateer panicked for the first time, feeling the threat of death.

No one knows better than it how strong this legendary weapon is!

"Roar!"

As a result, at the next moment, a loud dragon roar exploded out of thin air.

Like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, it made everyone dizzy, and Mandela, who was directly hit, was bleeding from his ears and nose.

This was a more deafening roar of a young dragon than the previous one, as if a creature at the top of the food chain was roaring madly.

A red dragon dragon soul appeared from the flame sword, staring at Mandela resentfully. The next moment, the flames on the flame sword climbed up like maggots on bones, burning the bald warrior's armor and body.

In pain, Mandela instantly threw down the giant sword in his hand, but no matter how he patted it, he couldn't put out the flames on his body.

"Hahaha, ants, my sword also has a red dragon soul on it. It is imprisoned on it and has been subjected to a mind-blinding magic. Everyone except demons will regard it as the enemy who killed it. It will be burned by its own dragon flame until it turns into nothingness!"

Bateer laughed wildly, full of triumphant smiles.

"This is the price of trying to pick up a divine weapon with a lowly body!"

"You will usher in the wrath of lava!"

A trace of panic appeared in everyone's eyes.

Bodov sighed and looked helplessly at Mandela in the distance who was being burned by the dragon flame.

This general who has experienced countless battles is really powerful, both in strength and will. Facing this kind of bone-corroding pain, he still doesn't say a word.

Fatir watched in silence, a pair of fair little hands clenched the staff tightly.

Hiong's face was calm, calculating whether he needed to take action.

Just then, the sky rippled, and a golden-armored knight riding a beautiful silver dragon appeared in front of everyone under the moonlight.

"Look, that's..." Bodov looked behind theBalor, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise.

Even though he has experienced countless major events, everything that happened today is too tortuous, and now a dragon knight has come inexplicably.

No... Bodov suddenly thought of the silver dragon girl in Highcliff Fortress. Could it be that Lord Li Wei?

"Base humans, don't even think about deceiving me, Bateer Fiat again!" TheBalor looked disdainful, struggling to straighten his back. He only needed ten breaths to get rid of the suppression of this spell, and then he would chop all these ants in front of him into meat sauce.

But it suddenly felt extraordinarily cold behind it, as if it was on the top of a towering snow peak. It subconsciously turned its head and saw a vast expanse of white, visible gas, and a huge silver dragon.

"Damn..."

Only had time to say two words, and cold breath poured down, all poured on thisBalor.

Faced with a life-and-death crisis, this creature containing earth-shattering power began to struggle with all its strength, and flames burst out all over its body.

The cold breath that could instantly freeze a six-armed snake demon warrior into an ice cube was actually deadlocked with it for a while.

Not only Li Wei, but even Sophia was stunned. She didn't expect that the dragon breath that had always been invincible would suffer a loss here.

The huge figure instantly swept over the top of theBalor's head, also proving that the baptism of dragon breath was over. If she wanted to do it again, she could only go back.

"Li Wei, my dragon breath is not effective."

Sophia's trembling voice sounded in his heart.

She has learned many spells, but for 99% of dragons, dragon breath is their strongest means. Even dragon breath is not effective. She has no idea what else can pose a threat to this demon. She panicked again.

"I know." Li Wei said in a deep voice: "You put me down, and then go back to the White Bone Fortress first!"

Sophia hesitated for a moment, but finally lowered her body. When she passed over the lowest position from the ground, Li Wei jumped down directly.

Wearing golden armor and carrying dozens of pounds of weight, his legs instantly shattered the bluestone slabs laid on the ground, but it didn't cause any damage to the lord.

"Li Wei?!" Fatir recognized the person.

"It's me!"

The lord didn't exchange too many pleasantries and went straight to the flame sword and Mandela in the distance.

He had seen everything below from the sky before. Although he didn't hear the sound, he could guess some things just based on Fatir's behavior.

"Hehe... Li Wei, what's on my body is dragon flame, enough to melt fine steel, don't come over!"

Mandela was like a fire man, and the fighting spirit and magic patterns on his body were fighting against the dragon flame, but the effect was not good, and Li Wei could already smell some meat.

He endured the pain and said his last words.

"ThisBalor is no longer something we can deal with, and the portal is about to stabilize, and the demon army on the other side is coming.

Take Fatir and Fulina and leave, leave the Southern Territory, the farther the better!"