Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The changes brought about by the dragon blood were also enormous, a miraculous transformation that turned decay into something magical. The listless kobold transformed into a valiant and imposing strongman. He wore slightly old full-body cavalry armor, his eyes sharp like an eagle's, his posture on his mount revealing the unhurried courage of a hero.

This was a true warrior, his confidence honed in a career without defeat, a trait only found in the heroes of the age. Coincidentally, the Lord was also such a heroic figure.

The formation of the Dragon Legion began to unfold, with the goblins and kobolds predictably in the vanguard, and the lizardmen and leopard-headed men watching intently from the rear.

They clearly did not take the High Cliff Fortress, with its mere few hundred soldiers, seriously. Some of the kobolds and goblins were even chatting and laughing, their expressions as relaxed as if they were on a picnic.

"They want to use the gentle slope to stop our charge?"

Gorgon could see through the humans' plan on the hillside at a glance, dismissing it with disdain.

Even if a mantis tries its best, it cannot stop the rolling wheels of a chariot.

Undeniably, although these humans were few in number, only about four hundred, their equipment was very sophisticated.

At the forefront were rows of steel shields erected on the ground, like an indestructible wall, with gleaming spears protruding from the gaps, forming a chilling spear formation.

At the highest point were a group of human archers wearing light armor, each wielding a purple longbow almost as tall as a person, clearly not just for show.

But as I said before...

Individual bravery cannot determine the victory of a war.

These humans were indeed elite, clearly not mediocre, but their numbers were too small. Compared to its legion of four thousand, they were at most a stronger mantis.

"The equipment and numbers are stronger than I expected, but still insignificant compared to us."

Gorgon looked at the armor reflecting the sunlight, his eyes filled with bone-deep greed.

With this equipment, the Dragon Legion would be unstoppable.

By then, they would surely conquer a territory before Lady Sophia awakens, and it would become Sophia's most loyal and contributing right-hand man.

Gorgon also had its own little plans. With Lady Sophia's name, there would be no shortage of strong individuals following it in the future, and before that, it had to create a world-shaking career.

Only then could it still occupy a place in the future.

And High Cliff Fortress was its bridgehead for developing this career.

The Dragon Legion's gnoll scouts, seeing the few people on the opposite side, went forward to tease them, deliberately wandering at the edge of the hundred-pace shooting range, waving their rusty iron knives and howling like ghosts, but they did not expect that the Fede archers were all ruthless characters blessed by the power of the system, and with the excellent yew longbow in their hands, they were shot down in an instant.

The wolf cubs were so frightened that they drove their mounts away like frightened birds.

"By the God of Flames, look at the flag on the opposite side!" A kobold guard wearing leather armor exclaimed, pointing to a thick wooden stake with a flag hanging on it and stuck in the ground on the opposite slope: "Are these humans insulting us, insulting the adults?!"

Behind the Fede archers stood a five- or six-blade-high(刃: blade, unit of measurement) wooden stake, with a blue flag fluttering in the wind, and, oh, an old human man holding a kobold head in his arms, also tied to the torso and hung on it with no hope of life.

Often this approach is used by wild people to capture humans and use their heads to deter those mercenaries from surrendering.

Gorgon did not expect to meet humans today who would try to anger it by using its own kind.

But this little abacus(算盘: abacus, plan) obviously did not work for it.

"The weak use such conspiracies and tricks, while the strong often disdain them." Gorgon scoffed and waved its riding crop: "Let those leopard-headed men shoot this human dead first!"

For a moment, it inevitably felt a hint of anger in its heart, not for the death of this kobold, but because these humans dared to compare the kobold to it.

Having the dragon vein, it never regarded these weak kobolds as its own kind.

This human practice was a naked humiliation to it.

But on second thought, only the weak use this kind of trick to seek victory, and these humans obviously thought they could not win, which made it feel much better.

Sam, who was tied to the flagpole by the Lord himself, felt that apart from the wind being a bit strong, the view here was wide and the scenery was beautiful.

He comforted himself, the open view also has the advantage of an open view, such as now in the middle of the dark masses of the army, a presence that one could tell at a glance was the leader was pointing at him.

Not long after pointing, a team of leopard-headed archers also stared at him with ill intentions.

Wait...

I'm just an innocent old man who was tied up, why are they all coming at me?

Sam's body stiffened, and he only felt that something was wrong.

"Prepare to attack, let the goblins go up first to consume the arrows and stamina of these Deberes, and then let the lizardmen launch a charge."

At Gorgon's order, the gnoll cavalry, acting as messengers, hurriedly relayed the order.

The unhurried goblins and kobolds accelerated, and facing the few enemies, even if the equipment was sophisticated.

The dense team around them gave them a false sense of security, making them fearless.

Unfortunately, this false sense of security was shattered when they advanced to sixty paces, and the arrows covering the sky smashed down on their heads, and their companions fell in pieces.

They, who were only wearing ragged strips of cloth, had no way to stop these arrows, and life became as cheap as weeds at this moment, and they cried and hugged their heads and lay on the ground in fear.

This was their usual life-saving skill. They were just insignificant little characters. As long as they gave up the idea of attacking, they would generally not waste their energy on them, and the fact was indeed so.

When they hugged their heads and lay down, the originally dense arrows became sparse, and the goblins and kobolds knew that this was to kill those who stood up again, as long as they continued to lie on the ground, they would be safe and sound, and they could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"A bunch of trash."

Gorgon frowned. From its perspective, these humans only launched four rounds of arrows, and after knocking down five or six hundred goblins, these rat-like races surrendered with their heads in their hands.

They didn't even rush up that small gentle slope.

But it didn't care much. It didn't have high expectations for these creatures in the first place. Being able to consume these arrows was obviously the limit of what they could do.

"Let the lizardmen rush up."

At this moment, Gorgon was still very relaxed. The real decision of victory or defeat was these races that could be called warriors.

Goblins and kobolds are indeed cannon fodder characters that will never be on the table.

The next moment, its relaxed mood came to an abrupt end.