Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

As they got closer to White Bone Fortress, the outline of the city walls became visible. Levi saw a crowd of figures standing on the city walls, along with large military equipment placed on the adjacent corner towers, which he recognized as ballistae.

To be honest, Levi was not thrilled about delivering supplies, because Damon was inside White Bone Fortress.

However, he feared that refusing would lead the riffraff to spread rumors that he was afraid of the Highland Golden Lion, so after much deliberation, he decided to make the trip.

Now, he couldn't help but speculate that, with both old and new grudges combined, Damon might not be able to resist shooting him, the Lion Hunter Knight, with a ballista bolt.

If that happened, he would have to kill Damon to be true to himself, but killing him would be detrimental to unity, which put him in a difficult position.

Lost in these pointless digressions, he finally arrived at the foot of the city walls.

Without delay, he announced his titles: "I am Levi, Marquis of Highcliff, the Lion Hunter Knight, following the orders of Duchess Frulina, to deliver supplies to you all."

This matter had already been communicated between the parties, so there was no need for detailed investigation.

Soon, the heavy city gates creaked open, and the Highcliff Fortress guards rushed in a stream through the city gate, followed by a loud "boom" as the city gates were heavily closed.

Behind the city walls was an open space, followed by rows of stone houses, exuding a ruggedness unique to military camps. The ground was paved with stone bricks, giving it a unique sense of order, unlike the chaotic nature of rural villages.

White Bone Fortress was a military fortress, only garrisoned by soldiers and without civilians, so the buildings were mainly warehouses and defenses, along with some blacksmith shops, stables, and livestock sheds.

At this moment, the open space in front of him was already filled with officers and soldiers, their eyes burning as they looked towards the lord, ignoring him, the Lion Hunter Knight, who had made them homeless.

"Lord Levi, thank you for coming to deliver supplies to us," Lancelot said, removing his helmet, his face full of vicissitudes, the fatigue impossible to hide. "May the Holy Light Goddess bless us."

It was hard to imagine what the Griffin Knight commander, who had been so spirited not long ago, had gone through.

Damon drooped his eyelids, with no intention of greeting him.

Frankly speaking, he admired Damon's strength. If not for those events, they might have become friends.

But at this moment, the fact that he hadn't drawn his sword to kill him was already a concession, considering the current situation and Damon's truly outstanding martial prowess.

Although he wouldn't be openly hostile, it was impossible for him to reconcile.

"Where are the supplies?" Damon asked bluntly.

Levi naturally wouldn't offer a warm face to a cold shoulder, so he put his hands in his pockets and glanced sideways, "They're over there, go get them yourselves. Don't take the wrong ones, yours are the ones covered with black cloth."

"Lord Damon, the men are getting impatient," Mudhan couldn't help but interject.

They had been without food for several days, and it was not easy to hold on until now.

"Let them eat their fill first, then send people to distribute it to the others," Damon ordered. The soldiers, who had been waiting impatiently, swarmed forward.

Damon also walked towards a cart of supplies, opened a box, preparing to eat something to fill his stomach, but the next moment he was stunned by the dark things inside.

It was all hard, rock-like black bread. He opened other carts in succession, and it was the same, not a single piece of white bread, an apple, or a biscuit.

The lord finally couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Eat up, what are you waiting for?"

Damon clenched his fists, his knuckles white, suppressing the anger in his heart: "Is this the supplies you promised?"

All the soldiers glared at the lord, as if they would tear him to pieces at the slightest command.

The barbarians retaliated without showing weakness, looking down at the dwarves with cold smiles, their eyes constantly scanning their necks. At this distance, a few rounds of throwing could make these soldiers suffer.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm just transporting supplies, it's not up to me what I deliver," the lord didn't buy this, his eyes were cold.

He had no goodwill towards Damon. Damon had sent hundreds of soldiers to chase him and Liya. If he hadn't been somewhat capable, there was no guarantee what they would have done to him after catching him.

Not kicking him when he was down was already a sign of his, Levi's, magnanimity.

Huff~ Damon took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart. Although black bread was terrible, it could fill their stomachs when boiled soft with water. They didn't have the luxury of arrogance now.

"Let's go," he snorted, and had the soldiers pull the supplies away.

Lancelot witnessed everything, but he also knew that the conflict between the two was impossible to resolve, so he could only rub his brow in a headache.

"Levi, although I hate to say it, for the sake of the overall situation, it's better not to make your relationship so strained," Lancelot sighed, finally unable to hold back.

"Unless he or I die," Levi rolled his eyes.

"Lord Lancelot, you should know better than I do that Miss Liya has already regained her title and received the bishop's investiture, Damon is defined as a usurper."

"Do you think that after this is over, facing willing to accept punishment and fighting back, which path will he choose?"

Without waiting for an answer, Levi said again: "Can you find a place for me and my men to rest? We may be staying here until the demons are dealt with."

"Many of the stone houses here are empty. They may be a little short for your men, but it should be no problem for resting," Lancelot said, looking at the orc barbarians who were two and seven or eight-tenths, almost three blades tall.

Levi directly led his men to the assigned garrison, and at the same time instructed Layton next to him: "Send someone to keep a good eye on our supplies, lest those riffraff come to steal them."

"Brother-in-law, are we just staying here from now on?" Mill asked beside him.

"Probably not, we'll be involved in the general attack in a day or two at most," Levi said thoughtfully.

Transporting supplies first was to solve the urgent needs of the soldiers here at White Bone Fortress, so that they could maintain their fighting power and form a strategic alliance with the main force outside.

It was not difficult to guess their plan.

Levi thought that it was nothing more than the army outside and the White Bone Fortress jointly containing the demon army, and then sending a trump card army to raid the demons at the space channel and close it, and then deal with the remaining demons.

The lord always attached importance to the food at Highcliff Fortress, and even the cooks were brought from Highcliff Fortress, and he regarded all kinds of ingredients as important as weapons and armor.

Because this was an important guarantee for the fighting power of the barbarians.

So when he came to White Bone Fortress, he also brought the supplies from Highcliff Fortress.

As dawn approached, wisps of smoke rose from the Highcliff Fortress garrison.

"It smells so good!"

The passing soldiers were attracted by the aroma and stopped. They tried their best to show disdain, but they were a little useless, and their faces were full of envy and jealousy.

The black bread, which was originally soft and fragrant, became dull and difficult to swallow.

They could only bite hard on the black bread in their hands with the fragrance rolled up by the wind, as if it would become more delicious.

"I have a plan," a soldier suddenly had an idea: "There are so many people eating, if we sneak in and freeload, no one should notice us."

"Put away your broken plan," the squad leader scolded, "almost all of the people on the opposite side are half-orcs, and as soon as we go in, it's like a dog entering a wolf's den, how conspicuous would we be."

The people under his command immediately withered, one by one like eggplants beaten by frost.

When the sky was completely bright, the battle finally approached a lull. At the beginning, the demon side was defeated, but when they reacted, reinforcements poured in like ant tides.

Those East Border soldiers also felt the pressure, and the two sides began to exchange lives for lives.

These demons, whether fierce or physically, were not worse than the East Border soldiers. They could have fought evenly with the East Border soldiers, but the huge gap in equipment put them at a disadvantage.

Crude iron weapons could only scratch a mark on the fine plate armor, but the forest of refined steel spears and steel knives, facing unarmored targets, were like cutting meat and chopping vegetables.

As long as they grazed or touched them, they could easily scrape off a large piece of flesh.

Fortunately, these demons were crazy enough. They might appear particularly cowardly when they were alone or outnumbered.

But when their companions were all around them and they clearly had a numerical advantage, they would show unimaginable courage, displaying their bullying nature to the fullest.

The East Border soldiers easily knocked down the first row of demons, and before they had time to be happy, they found that the already seriously injured demons still had fanatical faces, desperately trying to knock them to the ground.

This kind of fighting method was not new in the wilderness. The lord had experienced it before, but where had the East Border soldiers experienced this kind of encounter.

This life-for-life style of fighting shocked them, and once those demons knocked them down, countless demons would pounce on them one after another, and they would hardly have a chance to stand up again, leaving only horrifying and desperate wails.

Therefore, when the battle ended, the demon casualties were heavy, but the East Border soldiers were not bad either, so they could only gather their troops and retreat, slowly licking their wounds.

It is worth mentioning that Fugello and the bastard of the Dreadfort named Bolton were also transferred to White Bone Fortress.

After all, the importance of White Bone Fortress was self-evident. If it was seized by the demons, then the difficulty of solving them would increase by several levels, so naturally they would send troops to reinforce it.

The purpose was also to ensure that White Bone Fortress had enough ability to contain some of the demons outside.

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The next few days were very peaceful for Highcliff Fortress. The main legions outside were fighting fiercely with the demons, and the two sides had their own victories and defeats.

Countless corpses were dropped in a mountain depression seven or eight miles away from White Bone Fortress, forming a terrifying line of flesh and blood. Neither side could occupy it for more than half a day before being taken back by the other.

The situation that could cause this situation was that neither side had let their top warriors play.

The battlefield was like playing cards. Whoever showed all the cards in their hand first would lose the worst.

The people of Highcliff Fortress were feasting and recuperating in White Bone Fortress.

In fact, everyone was waiting for a suitable opportunity, waiting for the 70,000 to 80,000 soldiers under Damon to recover to a certain state, and waiting for the Griffin Knights to completely clear the other side's air units.

"General Mandela is no ordinary person. In fact, he contributed a lot to Duchess Frulina's ability to sit in her current position."

In the Highcliff Fortress camp, Fugello was telling the story of a famous person in Debe, just talking about Frulina's uncle.

"Maybe you don't know, General Mandela used to be a down-and-out baron in Debe, and his life can be called a legend."

"Wait, since he was a down-and-out baron? Then Duchess Frulina's mother is?" Levi immediately noticed something was wrong.

"That's right, Duchess Frulina's mother was just an ordinary baron's daughter."

Fugello had nothing to hide about this. Most people knew about this, and Duchess Frulina did not prohibit publicity, so saying a little was harmless.

"The old Duke of the North also liked to travel to Debe when he was young, so he met General Mandela, who had just become a knight, and from then on he got to know his sister."

"Back to the topic, let's talk about General Mandela."

Seeing the increasingly gossipy expressions of the crowd, Fugello quickly brought the topic back.

"General Mandela showed extraordinary fighting spirit talent since he was a child, and was highly valued by his father, who believed that the family would become stronger in his hands."

"But compared to the people who valued the title extremely, he instead disdained it, regarding it as a shackle that hindered his own strength, so after he came of age, he began to travel to Debe and did many great things, which I won't go into detail here."

"Later, by chance, he was valued by the instructor of the Lionheart Vanguard Red Swordsman, and from then on he joined this legion. In just a few years, he defeated his teacher, became the instructor of the Vanguard Swordsman, and was awarded the Blood Sword Magic Tattoo."

"Magic Tattoo?" This was the first time the lord had heard of this kind of thing.

"Have you noticed the tattoos on the arms of that group of Lionheart Vanguard Red Swordsmen, including General Mandela?" Fugello asked rhetorically.

"Useless tattoos, the meaning of their existence is that the other party wants to show off their uniqueness, tattoos used to show off," the lord scratched his head and directly said what he thought in his heart. At that time, he really thought that this was what the great swordsmen used to pretend.

After all, having a huge, lifelike face tattooed on his arm, as if it was choosing someone to devour, was indeed very bluffing.

At that time, he was thinking that just relying on these tattoos, if they appeared at night, they would be enough to scare a group of cowardly goblins to death.

But if it was the people of Highcliff Fortress, they would only laugh with their arms folded.

Because in their opinion, this was no different from gilding their faces. If a country dog tattooed the word 'king' on its forehead, would it be a tiger?

"My good lord, if this was heard by that group of vanguard swordsmen, I'm afraid they would be furious," Fugello said with a wry smile.