Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Originally, Flynna wanted to go down to provide support and then leave, but given the current situation, this Lord is fully capable of holding out until his people arrive to support him.

She realized that she had completely underestimated this Lord in every aspect.

The stories circulating in White Stream City were clearly quite modest.

Even dragon slaying...

Flynna shook her head, dragon slaying was clearly not something that could be achieved by human power alone.

However, this Lord truly opened her eyes today.

It seems that being able to develop such a force in the wilderness is clearly not something an ordinary person could do.

Her regard for him rose several levels in her heart.

"Charles, I'm leaving first. Remember to tell Fojello everything I said, especially that sentence."

Flynna glanced again at the battlefield, which was gradually stabilizing, turned around, and rode her magical beast towards the camp.

Nearly a thousand knights followed closely behind.

Even if they were to support the elven tribes, they couldn't rush over with the soldiers in a moment of passion.

Now it is freezing cold, everything is withering, and it would be difficult to support the soldiers to travel too far without supplies.

She had to go to the camp to get some supplies first.

...

" Awesome!"

Li Wei laughed heartily, wantonly unleashing his endless power on the battlefield.

With just a light wave, these Minotaurs seemed to crash into a meat grinder, instantly turning into a pile of minced meat.

The iron armor, which was enough to withstand arrows and knives, was no more brittle in his eyes than paper.

With just brute force, he could defeat all the cattles, horses, pigs and gods!

Now, whether it was strength or agility, he had reached 60, and he was also a Paladin of the 「 Firefly」 rank, directly amplifying his strength by two times.

Compared to before, when he was still a bumpkin who feared large military equipment like bed crossbows, now he dared to perform what is called catching crossbow bolts with his bare hands!

These Minotaurs were not even straw in front of him. At least cutting straw would be tiring, but cutting these Minotaurs didn't feel like anything, just like ants that could be crushed at will.

One sword, two swords, three swords, the Lord of High Cliff Fortress was like the most diligent lumberjack, working hard for a better life.

Absolute power brings absolute destructive power. The Minotaurs strangely discovered that no matter how many of them rushed up, the ending was always falling in front of this little dwarf.

In terms of processing metal, the Fedd blacksmiths dare not say they can compare with the naturally spiritual dwarves, but they are definitely not inferior to those Debe blacksmith masters, plus a little bit of mithril, a magical metal.

The greatsword in the Lord's hand can definitely be called indestructible, but at this moment, under the action of great force and uncherished violent use, this greatsword is showing nicks, and cracks are beginning to appear on the blade.

Bang bang!

The last time he swept horizontally, two Minotaurs were directly hit by the huge force, and then exploded like watermelons, and the remaining power directly flew four Minotaurs, who were also limp, like they had collectively suffered from osteomalacia.

crack~

A crisp sound.

" fuck."

Looking at the greatsword in his hand shattered into hero fragments, Li Wei looked helpless. This old friend who had followed him in many battles had finally come to an end.

Actually, it was also the first time he released his suddenly increased power, and he didn't control his strength for a while.

Otherwise, with his superb swordsmanship, it wouldn't have shattered.

"Brother-in-law, I'm here to save you!"

At this time, a loud shout came from behind the Minotaurs, barely covering up the shouts of killing.

" Damn it, I really thank you."

The Lord covered his heart in anger, which hurt badly.

I was beating a group of Minotaurs, beating them without the slightest temper, but now your words instantly turned my wise and martial prowess into a little scumbag who needs to be rescued.

It's really infuriating.

...

Fojello, in the center of the army, watched all this, his hands and feet icy cold.

He had previously discussed this High Cliff Fortress Lord with his subordinates, and they unanimously agreed that this was a Baron who was fond of boasting and liked to brag about himself.

Perhaps he had some strength and ability, but he was definitely not as magical as the legend.

But now...

"Is this a giant from ancient times?" Fojello's tone was very empty.

"No, sir, this is a demon from hell." The adjutant's tone was even more empty.

...

The rescue of the High Cliff Fortress team instantly reduced the pressure.

Originally, it was densely packed with Minotaurs at a glance, but now there were only a few dozen scattered, and almost all of the remaining ones turned around to deal with the larger number of High Cliff Fortress guards.

After all, the berserk Minotaurs had no rationality. They only knew that there were more people behind them, and they were stronger, so they naturally dealt with them all.

Unfortunately, fifty orc warriors could once kill two hundred Minotaurs and rout them.

Now, although there were still three hundred Minotaurs left, there were also more than one hundred orc warriors from High Cliff Fortress, and one hundred and fifty Fedd archers were killing them one by one.

These archers were equipped with two kinds of arrows. One kind of light arrow gave up some killing power, but could shoot farther.

The other kind of specially made heavy arrow, with a yew longbow, could shoot through two layers of iron armor within seventy steps.

These Minotaurs were visibly falling down. The High Cliff Fortress team was like ants, slowly nibbling everything in front of them.

Zart chopped down the last Minotaur with an axe and fell to the ground.

Although his arms were still trembling crazily as if he had epilepsy, he grinned under his horned helmet.

They had once again completed this heaven-defying record that they dared not even think about, with only a dozen people resisting the charge of four or five hundred berserk Minotaurs.

One by one, these orc warriors were all slumped on the ground, their faces full of proud smiles.

The Lord inspected and found that only four or five of those who came to support him were seriously injured, and the rest were all with minor injuries.

However, these so-called serious injuries were not life-threatening for the time being, and they could recover as long as Sam came to treat them.

Wait...

The Lord was stunned and looked around: "Where is Old Si?"

Although most of his energy was focused on the Minotaurs in front of him just now, he would occasionally pay attention to the situation of the people behind him.

This is also the reason why the barbarians survived. His care definitely played an indispensable role.

Si Kai, this Dou Qi knight, deserves to be someone who had been Flynna's guard knight. His strength is unquestionable. He can also handle the siege of a group of Minotaurs with ease. It stands to reason that he should not be lost here.

But after a circle, he didn't see his figure.

It's really strange.

"Your Majesty! Save me! I'm in the sky!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the sky, as if a chrysanthemum was ravaged, making the listener cry and the listener sad.

Li Wei looked up and was greatly shocked: " Fuck."

I saw two harpies with excited faces, one grabbing one shoulder of Si Kai, frantically waving their wings to take him into the sky.

Si Kai's face was pale and his face was panicked.

In order to deal with the Minotaurs, his Dou Qi had been used up long ago.

Seeing the High Cliff Fortress reinforcements coming, he could no longer hold on and collapsed on the bloody ground.

Unexpectedly, this group of harpies had been hovering in the sky. Seeing an opportunity, everyone didn't notice here, and they instantly swooped down, grabbed him, and flew quickly into the sky.

Suffering from the exhaustion of Dou Qi and being in a state of exhaustion, he couldn't resist at all.

Just recovered a little strength, he hurriedly began to ask for help.

Li Wei quickly hooked up two spears on the ground with his feet, threw one without looking.

Like a bed crossbow, it was so powerful that Si Kai's face turned even paler, fearing that this Lord was a stinky basket with poor accuracy, and the spear shot at the harpy would stab him.

Fortunately, his delusion did not happen. With a scream, a bowl-sized hole appeared in the chest of a harpy above his head, and then it fell down.

Losing the help of a harpy, with his weight and the weight of his armor, it was obvious that one harpy could not pull it, and inevitably fell down, but this harpy obviously didn't want to let go of the male pet in hand, and desperately waved its wings, but it only reduced the speed of the fall.

The Lord seized the opportunity and shot another spear at a height that was very close to the ground.

With a scream from the harpy, Si Kai also fell to the snow.

With the buffer of the snow, plus the height was very close to the ground, at most it was just a pain in the butt.

"Ho, Old Si, I can't see that you are still a popular person."

"It is said that harpies will catch strong human males back to the nest to work day and night. These two harpies obviously took a fancy to you, otherwise they would not risk their lives to catch you. You didn't seize such a good opportunity." The Lord walked over, shaking his head and shaking his head, the smile on his face could not be stopped, and he almost patted his thigh and laughed.

A famous Dou Qi knight was almost taken advantage of by the harpy. If it spreads out, it will definitely be popular throughout the streets and alleys of Debe, and maybe it will extend several books such as "The Story That Knights and Harpies Have to Say", "Knights and Harpies Family", and so on.

"Damn, Your Majesty, you can ride my horse however you want in the future!" Si Kai panted, breathing out of breath.

The smell of the harpies was as smelly as the sewers.

Although the body was good, the face was withered like a ghost.

Falling into their hands, Si Kai would rather be crushed to death by a two-hundred-pound strong woman on the bed.

"What about the sword?" The Lord suddenly asked with a look of anticipation.

"No way!"

Si Kai changed from a disabled person to a normal person, and turned over from the ground, leaving the Lord with a proud back of the head.

"Tch, stingy ghost."

Li Wei curled his lips.

He doesn't have a sword, or is it made of mithril all over, as if someone is rare.

...

In the wilderness coalition camp, a group of big and small leaders watched the balance of victory that was originally tilted again because of one person.

Gus, the leader of the Centaur, couldn't hold his breath, his hooves kept kicking, and his voice was muffled like thunder.

"Lydon, I'll take someone to slaughter this human!"

It is the strongest in the wilderness.

Looking at the entire wilderness coalition, except for the mysterious Minotaur shaman, no one is its opponent.

It can still slaughter hundreds of Minotaurs by itself, so it still doesn't take this human seriously.

This is the confidence from its undefeated record in its career.

It is also the confidence brought by its extremely strong body, which has mastered the thunder element.

"Gus, there is no need. Their reinforcements have arrived. Besides, our purpose is to hold back them. It's best to win, but it doesn't matter if we don't win."

Lydon, the chief of military affairs, is a Hobgoblin about two blade high, wearing military aristocratic leather armor, and a sword hanging from his waist.

He also has a small beard, and his eyes flash with shrewd light from time to time.

Compared with these huge and unreasonable monsters around him, he is as ridiculous as a humble mouse.

But his outstanding military talent makes these reckless man who only know how to kill still seek his opinions on some things.

Lydon once learned about the military organization of the Northern Territory. The thorn pattern on the armor of this army made him recognize at a glance that this army was the Thorn Legion of White Stream City.

The number is about six thousand, but only three thousand people have been put into the battlefield, and no cavalry has been seen.

It means that at least more than two thousand soldiers are lurking in unknown places.

So there is no need to use all their cards.

"This is a protracted war."

He laughed in a low voice with an unclear meaning, and waved to a giant troll holding a huge bull horn behind him.

The giant troll's chest bulged and blew hard.

woo woo woo~

The desolate and low horn sounded, shaking the accumulated snow, and everyone knew that this was the signal to retreat.

The pig-headed man leader chopped down a human soldier in front of him with a knife, and his scarlet eyes looked around.

His tribe has suffered heavy casualties, but the human soldiers' formation is still as solid as a rock.

"Damn Lydon!!"

He spat out a mouthful of bloody spittle while cursing. He was not feeling well either. He was ambushed by a tall human carrying a giant hammer and hit on the back, suffering a lot of injuries.

Tikri wanted to charge, but whether it was the sound of the retreat horn or everything in front of him, it prompted him that retreat was the best way now.

He took the remaining two hundred members of his clan off the battlefield and found Lydon, who was chatting with Gus.

He grabbed the Hobgoblin's collar and lifted it up, roaring fiercely:

"You rat-like Hobgoblin, my people are fighting on it. You have clearly torn the battle line. Why did you blow the retreat horn?!"

"Do you know how many of my people have died?"

"Just send other warriors to support, and we can win!!"

He was extremely angry, his pig eyes were scarlet, and he easily lifted Lydon into the air.

"Tikri, don't be blinded by the killing. The so-called battle line is just a gap deliberately released by those humans, just waiting for us to send more people and finally surround us."

Lydon said calmly, even if he was stared at by a ferocious pig's head with exposed fangs and covered in blood, he was not afraid.

"Tikri, you are a little impulsive."

Gus stepped over, more than four blade high, overlooking the pig-headed man, and the huge body was shrouded in shadow.

Needless to say, the pressure was extremely terrifying, enough to scare some mentally fragile people to death.