Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The Northern Border was located in the northernmost part of the Kingdom of Debe, bordering the chaotic and lawless wilderness.

To reach the Northern Border from the Southern Border, one had to traverse almost the entire territory of the Kingdom of Debe.

There was only one route: the Lionheart Avenue, which first led to the Debe Royal Court, and then the Ironwood Road heading north to the Northern Border.

Even at full speed, without stopping, the journey would take about ten days.

If it were just Li Wei alone, his legs, comparable to four-wheel drive with turbocharging, would allow him to arrive in four or five days of continuous running.

However, considering Lia and Zate, it was estimated that it would take them more than half a month to reach the Northern Border.

Having already run out of Cullen's line of sight, Li Wei suddenly felt the ground tremble.

"Boss, what's going on?"

Zate scratched his head, clearly feeling it too.

Li Wei frowned slightly; this situation felt strangely familiar.

Huh? Sweat?

Li Wei looked at the fine beads of water suddenly appearing on the back of his hand.

This suffocating feeling, like being strangled by a python, could it be that I'm sweating profusely?

"Boss, look at that!"

Zate suddenly pointed in the direction of Cullen, where a huge cloud of dust was rising.

"That's a whole damn cavalry!"

At a glance, there were at least a hundred fully armored cavalrymen. Li Wei couldn't help but tremble, a chill shooting straight to the top of his head, and he was immediately horrified.

These cavalrymen were all fully armed, and even the lions beneath them were covered in armor.

Leading them was a golden-armored knight riding a golden lion.

Li Wei wouldn't have been so alarmed if it were ordinary cavalry.

These cavalrymen were Damon's Golden Lion Legion, and their mounts were called Haka Golden Lions, a type of fantastical creature that was faster and had more stamina than horses, and were known for their violent and bloodthirsty nature.

Only knights who had raised them from a young age could establish a bond, so the two were almost telepathic.

This was also the reason why Damon had the title of "Highland Golden Lion."

This legion was similar to the Griffin Knights of the Debe Royal Court; although small in number, they were all elites among elites.

They played a crucial role in pacifying the Lizardmen rebellion on the border.

Even Zate, this short-sighted orc, had heard of this legion and exclaimed:

"Boss, this is bad! This Golden Lion Legion is known as the elite of the elite among cavalry!"

"What the hell is elite? I'll fight the elite!" Li Wei said fiercely.

The cavalry was moving very fast, and even though they had escaped for so long, they were still catching up.

He could run away on his own, but Zate, this憨憨 (hān hān - simple-minded/foolish), was clearly doomed.

Li Wei couldn't possibly give up after finally tricking such a hero unit into his hands.

"Li Wei, we can't escape," Lia said, her face pale with fear.

Although she was a flower in a greenhouse, she knew the power of cavalry, especially Damon's great-uncle's Golden Lion Legion.

The three of them were simply no match.

Thinking that Damon must be coming to capture her, Lia quickly said:

"Li Wei, put me down! You run! As long as they catch me, Damon will definitely not chase after you."

"Miss Lia, why are you undermining your own morale and boosting the enemy's?"

Li Wei slapped Lia on the butt, indignant.

"Watch your Lordship show you a thing or two and let them know what a heavy gunner is!"

Putting the blushing and dissatisfied Lia on the ground, Li Wei faced the hundred cavalrymen head-on.

He had fought against a hundred cavalrymen before.

"Boss, Zate swears to follow you to the death!"

Thinking that Li Wei was going to turn around and fight the cavalry, Zate held a thick and long wolf-toothed club in his hand, his eyes flashing fiercely.

Li Wei held his thumb to his eye, alternately closing his eyes to measure the distance, and finally concluded that the distance between the two sides was about a thousand paces (one pace is 1.5 meters), and this distance was constantly decreasing.

With a thought, an iron javelin appeared out of thin air in his hand, one and a half blades long and weighing ten pounds.

This was a weapon he had stored in the Mount \u0026 Blade system inventory, with a total of ten sets, five in each set.

Holding the javelin and making a throwing motion, Li Wei narrowed his eyes, aiming at Damon, who was charging in the front, waiting for him to enter his firing range.

…

At the same time,

Damon, galloping on his lion, also saw Li Wei's movements.

Was he crazy? What threat could a throw at this distance pose?

Damon, who estimated that the distance between the two sides was a full thousand paces, thought Li Wei was crazy.

He had heard of the arena champion's reputation and acknowledged that Li Wei had some strength.

But it wasn't exaggerated to this extent. Even if he waited for the distance to close, the most suitable distance was a hundred paces away, but even this closest distance was impossible to achieve by human power.

To throw this iron javelin more than a hundred paces away and still pursue lethality, even the muscular orc next to him probably couldn't do it.

And if the distance between the two sides was less than a hundred paces, the cavalry could reach him in ten breaths, and throwing would be meaningless.

In the end, Damon could only conclude that the knight was probably frightened by his powerful cavalry.

…

Nine hundred paces… eight hundred paces… seven hundred paces…

Li Wei, who was silently calculating the distance, had calm eyes and was as steady as an old dog.

Zate's Adam's apple bobbed, and he was constantly swallowing saliva. The charge of a hundred cavalrymen, especially the Golden Lion Legion, was an imposing force that ordinary people couldn't face without fear.

Glancing at Li Wei, who had no reaction, his admiration grew even more. He was worthy of being the boss he was loyal to, remaining unfazed in the face of such a crisis.

Six hundred paces… five hundred paces!

When the range was reached, Li Wei's eyes flashed.

He weighed the javelin twice, then aimed at Damon at the end of his line of sight, retracted his body, pulled his shoulders, and gathered strength.

Shoulder, waist, arm, all the muscles twisted into a rope, veins bulging on his hand, and then he suddenly turned around and threw his hand.

Whoosh!

The javelin was like lightning, almost impossible to capture its trajectory with the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed the distance of five hundred paces.

Damon only saw a dark light coming towards him, and the color under his helmet instantly turned pale.

"How is this possible!!!"

But his rich battlefield experience made him subconsciously condense his battle aura on his sword and then strike at the javelin that had flown five hundred paces.

Clang!

Sparks flew between the two.

A huge force came through the sword, and the sword in Damon's hand involuntarily came loose, but he managed to knock the javelin off course, and it flew past his ear.

Accompanying it was the roar produced by the friction between the javelin and the air, causing his ears to ring and temporarily deafening him.

The javelin arrived in front of a knight in one breath, pierced through his armor, and stabbed into his chest, causing him to fly out like a light willow catkin.

It was not until it knocked a knight behind him off his lion that the huge force on the javelin was relieved.

"Is this still human?"

Damon looked at his hands with split tiger mouths, his Adam's apple bobbing.

This was still the effect of him using his battle aura. If he didn't use his battle aura, even if he knocked the javelin away, his hands would be ruined.

A human being relied on human power to shoot a spear comparable to a ballista.

This carefree knight, who had never been afraid, felt fear for the first time.