Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Lanslot looked at Leyton in surprise, never expecting that this hobgoblin would know of such a creature that had disappeared for thousands of years.

"That's right, it is indeed a demon."

He got up and slowly walked to the demon. At his signal, the griffin knight released the demon and quickly retreated.

A demon that required a griffin knight's full strength to hold down was as helpless as a chick in the hands of this burly middle-aged man, who lifted it up by its throat of fate.

"Can you believe it? Just three days ago, this demon couldn't speak Common. After eating a few death row inmates from Red Prison, it can now speak Common, and both its intelligence and strength have greatly increased."

Lanslot walked the demon from head to toe, seemingly wanting every noble to see the horror of this creature with their own eyes.

Listening to his description, Levi couldn't help but look at Furena, only to find that she was also looking at him. Both saw the heaviness in each other's eyes.

Back when they went north, they encountered drow elves who had disappeared for hundreds of years. Now, demons that had become creatures from millennia-old texts had appeared.

It was as if this world was lifting its mysterious veil.

The lord immediately asked the question in his heart: "Lord Lanslot, I want to know, is there no limit to this kind of improvement?"

"Not really." Lanslot knew this baron. He and the girl beside him were the cause of this war, but he didn't feel any disgust because of it. Instead, he patiently explained: "According to Master Bodo's research, it was previously in a state of 'hunger', and after being full, it would regain its normal strength, so it would seem that eating people would increase its strength, but that's not the case."

"But one thing that can be confirmed is that they do absorb some of the memories of the dead, so they become smarter, even cunning."

This made the lord breathe a sigh of relief.

If they could improve infinitely, then these demon lords would only need to have their subordinates capture humans to feed them, and their strength would continue to increase, eventually reaching an unimaginable level.

Unfortunately, it was still far worse than the system.

Lanslot drew his sword and chopped off the demon's head, throwing its body casually on the ground. It had already completed its purpose, and there was no need to keep it around to listen to its annoying roars.

"Furena, you've seen this kind of evil creature. Damon is struggling to resist at White Bone Fortress, and the situation is critical." Lanslot said worriedly, "Once they invade the Southern Border, countless civilians will die."

"Oh? So you mean you want me and Damon to form an alliance to jointly resist these demons?"

Furena picked up a glass of bright red wine from the table beside her and took a light sip, her expression calm.

"That's right, I have no right to interfere in the conflicts between you two afterwards." Lanslot nodded.

"Duke, we sincerely want to cease the war with you, only to jointly resist these demons first." Cross sighed and opened his mouth.

Just then, Furena put down the glass of wine she was shaking in her hand, smiled meaningfully, looked at the two sharply, and her voice was clear and unquestionable: "I think you've misunderstood something!"

"First, Black Rock Fortress has already been taken by me, and Cullen is close at hand and sparsely defended. You are no longer qualified to discuss a ceasefire with me!"

"Second, what do the civilians of the Southern Border have to do with me? At worst, I'll lead my troops back to the Northern Border and wait for you to solve the demons before I go south again."

Don't describe yourselves as so lofty, as if you are all heroes dedicated to the civilians, and we are just a group of cowardly onlookers."

"This is originally a matter for your Southern Border. Don't use these so-called honors, responsibilities... to kidnap me and my army!"

Furena's loud and cold voice was like an icicle under the eaves in winter, piercing Cross's heart one by one, making his heart colder and colder: "A ceasefire will never appear on the Northlanders, unless we take Cullen and take back everything that belongs to my sister!"

After a speech.

The entire castle hall was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

The griffin knight commander's face was already showing obvious sorrow, and Cross was even more hunched over.

As for the Northern nobles?

If it weren't for Lord Lanslot, they would have cheered collectively and sincerely offered a glass of wine to interpret their inner excitement.

Because what Furena said was exactly what they thought in their hearts.

It was originally a matter for the Southern Border people themselves, but now they wanted to pull them forward to shed their lives and blood for the Southern Border. There was no such good thing in the world.

They hadn't forgotten the cheers of this group of Southern Border people when they saw their soldiers being blown into the sky by wildfire.

Now they want them to sell their lives, absolutely impossible!

Next, as long as they take Cullen and support Miss Lia to inherit the title, then it's not impossible to resist the demons a little.

Of course, the premise is that this group of Southern Border guys first suffer heavy losses on the front line fighting these demons.

"In order to show that I also attach great importance to the civilians of the Southern Border, out of pity, I will provide some assistance." Furena smiled, and just when Lanslot thought that this former disciple wasn't heartless, the next sentence made him silent: "The Southern Border soldiers and nobles we captured will be released, and they will be given swords and enough food to support them to reach White Bone Fortress to resist the demons."

"However, Marquis Cross, who used military forbidden items, will face the judgment he deserves!"

A word fell.

It meant that this negotiation was coming to an end.

Furena's words were as hard as gold and stone, and no one could influence her thoughts.

Not even the king, let alone a marquis and a Gonda city garrison commander.

Lanslot seemed to know that it was difficult to influence this disciple's thoughts, and left with a face full of sorrow. Marquis Cross calmed down and was escorted back to the water prison by the guards.

This meeting can be said to have broken up unhappily, of course, referring to the Southern Border side, the Northern Border nobles couldn't hide their smiles.

After all, Damon and the main force of the Southern Border had not appeared for some time, and everyone had vigilance in their hearts. Now that they knew that the other party was trapped in the quagmire of White Bone Fortress and could not get out, the big stone in their hearts fell.

Facing Cullen, which was obviously sparsely defended, was an apple destined to fall.

This joy made them eager to hold a party to celebrate. It is said that the noble ladies and young ladies of Black Rock Fortress would be present.

After the meeting, Andao secretly revealed that it was a nude banquet, and said that if the lord was present, he could have the priority to choose based on his merits.

Levi refused righteously, mainly because Furena had asked him to stay alone after the meeting.

"Do you think I'm selfish, ruthless?"

The once crowded castle hall was now empty, with only a stench of blood on the wool carpet, proving that everything that had just happened was not a dream.

Cullen, who was originally out of reach, was now sparsely defended, which was true, and the demons from thousands of years ago were also true.

"Not really, if it were me, I would do the same."

Levi poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip, finally smacked his lips, feeling a little unaccustomed to this expensive thing. The one brewed by the elves was more to his taste.

Furena smiled and looked up at the hundreds of gems on the dome of the hall, meaningfully saying: "First the drow elves came from the Underdark to the ground, and now the demons that have disappeared for thousands of years. Even if the undead pop up the next moment, I won't be surprised."

The drow elves incident was forbidden to be spread by the two, so only those who participated in the northward journey knew about it.

After all, if this matter were to spread out, it would cause unimaginable sensation, just like the demons this time. Those who were present were all nobles, and Deber obviously hadn't prepared to let the civilians know as well.

"I once heard an interesting saying from a priest." Levi said part of his opinion: "The magic of this world is like a tide. When the tide recedes, some creatures also retreat with it, and when the tide rises, they will appear with it again."

"Just like at this moment, spellcasters have clearly felt the increase in the concentration of magic power, and can control more powerful magic than before, and those creatures that once disappeared will gradually appear."

"A very apt statement." Furena nodded, agreeing with this statement.

Compared to the Lord of Highcliff Fortress, she knew more, and this statement is now widely circulated in the upper class.

"This so-called ceasefire by Lanslot is not necessarily the king trying to smooth things over." The two talked about their views on the current world, and Furena finally got to the point.

"If I agree to a ceasefire and go to White Bone Fortress to support, there will only be one ending waiting for us."

"In the fight against the demons, we suffered heavy losses and were no longer able to capture Cullen, and then had to withdraw to White Stream City." The lord took over the topic and said what Furena wanted to say.

"That's right, this is probably the king's real purpose, to use this to stop the fighting between the two borders, because if this is unsuccessful, the Northern Border will not be able to go south for five years."

"I also know that letting this kind of creature run rampant will be very棘手 at that time, but precisely because I know this, I don't plan to support it." Furena nodded, "The most important point is that if it is really so 棘手, our king would have sent a large army to support it."

That's right, after all, besides the Duke of the Southern Border, the one who doesn't want anything to happen to the Southern Border is probably this king.

"But no matter what, we must take Cullen first to take the initiative." Furena stared at the Lion Hunter Knight in front of her, "I plan to let you be responsible for the side wall of Cullen."

"As you wish."

The lord bowed slightly.

If he couldn't wait to draw a water as wide as the sky to attack other cities, but he wouldn't do so if he switched to Cullen.

Even if Furena didn't plan to let him participate, he would take the initiative to ask to participate in this siege.

Because this is the most important war that determines the level of power between the two sides.

……

When the lord returned to his residence from Furena's place, he found that the room was still brightly lit. As the cold wind poured in, he found that it was Fatir and Leah.

The two had obviously been waiting for a long time. Without waiting for Levi to ask, Fatir, the Saintess of the Church, took the initiative to say her purpose: "Levi, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"Because of the demons?" Levi slowly took off his sword and placed it aside, while asking.

"Yes, no one understands the cruelty of the demons better than our Holy Light Church. The texts recording them are as tall as a person. Their appearance also means disaster. I have decided to go with Lord Lanslot to solve them."

"Do you need me to send guards?" The lord was not surprised, as if he had expected it.

Instead, he proposed to send guards to protect this spellcaster girl.

After all, a Holy Light priest who is willing to waste magic power to heal a group of civilians, how could he sit idly by and watch the more harmful demons.

Not to mention, demons and undead are the mortal enemies of the Holy Light Church. As long as they meet, it is an endless battle.

The moment he saw the demons, Levi knew that Fatir's departure was a foregone conclusion.

"No, the Holy Knight Order will go with me." Fatir shook her head: "Master Bodo is also there, this war should end soon."

Although she was the Saintess of the Church and a profound spellcaster, Fatir's tone was obviously very respectful to this magician named "Bodo."

Levi happened to know some news about this magician. He was a top spellcaster of the Magic Tower, serving as the court magician. His magic cultivation was profound, and it was said that he had reached the peak of the high level.

"Okay, if you need anything, just tell me." Levi nodded.

He got the "Holy Word Canon" and two divine arts from this saintess, and he was not stingy with some help within his power.

Although he was usually annoyed by this saintess's clumsy teasing, the lord felt a little reluctant when the other party really wanted to leave.

Early the next morning, the griffin knight order that had just stayed had to take off again and head south, along with the fully armed Holy Knight Order and Fatir.

Facing Furena and their own saintess, this group of golden big men would obviously listen to the latter's orders.

However, Furena did not hate this behavior, but gave it a lot of support, with all the materials and equipment available, enough for them to go south to White Bone Fortress.

The following days were very peaceful, until two days later, the Northern soldiers who thought they would still rest for a few days finally received an order to go south to Cullen.

And along with it came the news of Marquis Cross's death.

No matter how many earth-shattering battles this old marquis experienced when he was young, the way he died could even be said to be very humiliating.

In the center of Black Rock Fortress Square, he was placed on a cross, covered with wildfire and burned alive.

All the Northern nobles who watched were very relieved by this tit-for-tat revenge.

The lord felt inexplicably emotional, and felt that the gold content of the word "winner is king, loser is villain" was getting higher and higher in his heart.

If the winner was Cross, then using wildfire would be a stroke in his luxurious resume, but unfortunately the reality was that he lost, so he personally experienced the torture of wildfire burning his flesh.

Probably Furena knew this, so she firmly planned not to stop the war.

Finally, Mengweite, who was beside him, couldn't stand the old marquis's miserable screams, and an arrow ended his pain in advance, and the other party also left a relieved expression.