Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Unfortunately, before Skye could muster even more passionate fighting spirit, a burly figure blocked his way.

“Old Skye, with your skinny arms and legs, you should step aside.”

Zart, wearing an exaggerated horned helmet, stared intently at the two behemoths clashing like blacksmiths in the open space, spat into his palm, gripped his battle axe tightly, and exuded fighting spirit.

Skye turned his head and saw a small team bearing the banner of Highcliff Keep had arrived behind him at some point, loyally guarding the lord of Highcliff Keep.

Not far away, more soldiers of the Thorns Legion emerged from the snow, steadily advancing towards this location.

As an experienced military officer, Fulgero was more cautious than imagined. Faced with the goblins' offer of internal cooperation, he neither fully believed it nor dismissed it.

Instead, he positioned the main force not far away. If everything was as the goblins said, the main force could arrive in time to support. If it was a scheme by the Wildlings, there would be reinforcements in the rear, preventing any losses.

He even had Master Fugin use snowbirds to cross the Wildling encampment and write a letter to Flynna, who was defending the city walls.

Preparing to achieve complete victory in one battle, with a three-pronged convergence, the Wildlings would have little chance to rise again.

“Good morrow, Lady Flynna, Queen Ashe.”

A sliver of dawn appeared on the horizon as Li Wei greeted the two radiant beauties with a smile.

“Good morrow, Sir Li Wei.”

Ashe Windwhisper responded gracefully, and with a wave of her hand, hundreds of elven warriors in silver plate armor joined the battlefield.

“To be honest, none of us thought you could successfully rescue Skye tonight,” Flynna looked at the Lion Hunter Knight with admiration. “Even less that the situation would change so dramatically.”

Her tone was filled with emotion.

“Does it feel like just a moment ago, the Wildling coalition was stuck in your throat like a fishbone, and the next moment, you've swallowed it?” Li Wei joked, “That's the nature of a makeshift team.”

“But regarding this, let me be frank, don't take offense, if you hadn't acted on your own and risked yourself, how would you have fallen into such a dangerous situation?”

“You're right, the long-term smooth sailing has blinded me with arrogance,” Flynna nodded in agreement.

If she hadn't come alone but had led the Thorns Legion to provide steady support, how would she have almost been killed?

Accompanied by a high-pitched battle cry, the reinforcing soldiers of the Thorns Legion surged into the battlefield like a tide.

The formation that the opponents had painstakingly organized hardly played any role, like a sandcastle trying to stop the tide, it collapsed in an instant.

“Stop these humans! Attack! Attack!”

The Wildling supervising the battle roared hysterically. Everything before him was like an absurd dream from which he had just woken up, but the wails constantly entering his ears reminded them that it was all real.

Faced with the enemy's reinforcing soldiers, they no longer had the ability to resist, and the battle line was constantly being pushed back.

“That minotaur is quite a heroic figure,” the lord gave a fair assessment.

The battle between the small fries was no longer in doubt, and everyone focused their attention on the most eye-catching open space.

Several half-orcs were roaring and fighting together, or more accurately, a centaur, an orc, and a pandaren were besieging a minotaur.

All four behemoths were warriors weighing no less than a thousand pounds, and their bravery was beyond doubt. Each collision was like a hammer of thousands of pounds hitting red iron, sparks flew, and the roars shook the accumulated snow.

The simplest and purest brute force collision brought the most shocking visual impact. The fight between the four savage beasts made people's blood boil and inevitably made them feel excited.

“Does that minotaur contain a dragon vein?” Flynna stared intently at the battle in the arena.

No one knew better than her how strong Panda was. This pandaren not only had superb martial skills, but his cultivation of Qi was even better than his predecessors.

Even the old patriarch of the Panda clan was slightly inferior to him in terms of bravery alone.

So far, he had not encountered a stronger opponent.

But now he had to cooperate with two other people to fight this minotaur to a standstill.

The key was that in this three-on-one fight, the pandaren could only obviously act as a support and could not even take the initiative to meet the attacks.

The centaur, like an iron tower, clearly mastered the power of the elements. Each heavy blow was accompanied by flashing electric arcs, and the milky white light stung people's eyes.

And that green-skinned orc, throughout the battle, his size was the smallest among the three, but he stubbornly withstood the opponent's most violent attacks.

Flynna knew for the first time that this orc, who had always followed Li Wei and looked stupid, was actually stronger than Panda.

“I don't know about dragon veins, but its limit is just that,”

Li Wei saw it clearly.

Whether it was Goth, Zart, or Panda, each of them was definitely a powerful figure. Perhaps this minotaur, after taking that primal blood crystal and the blessing of spells, could defeat any one of them alone, but it could never cope with the joint attack of three powerful figures, especially after the three of them cooperated more and more tacitly.

Swish!

The giant axe fell, Zart's face turned green, earthworm-like veins bulged on his forehead, the muscles in his arms were trembling frantically, and even his body was three inches shorter.

“Open!”

In full view of everyone, he forcibly unloaded the force of the giant axe that was blocking him and smashed it on the ground beside him.

Goth let out a beast-like roar, jumped up, and the door-sized broadsword howled as it smashed towards the opponent's blood-red face.

“You traitor, I'll kill you!”

Enk roared to the sky. This tauren could be called brave and unparalleled. A “Beast Roar” at the head made Goth slightly stagnant for less than a breath, and he had already split an axe over.

Who would have thought that Goth's move was just a feint, and a lightning element was instantly activated from the broadsword, wrapping the tauren chief.

The huge elemental power made Panda's hair stand on end.

“Seize the opportunity!” the centaur leader shouted.

Zart and Panda understood each other, and at the moment when the lightning element paralyzed the tauren chief, the dexterous blade cut open the tough cowhide, pierced the flesh, and severed the tendons. In the blink of an eye, the huge body crashed to the ground.

Enk was also a tough guy. Even if his hamstrings were cut off, he still roared and wanted to fight back. Unfortunately, with a heavy blow hitting his thick back again, after spitting out a large mouthful of blood, he could no longer hold the weapon, his hands supported the ground, and his breath was weak.

Enk looked up in one direction, reaching out as if trying to grab something. As the chief of the Bloodhoof tribe, he not only had superb martial skills but also controlled the power of the elements. He had never experienced the taste of failure, but at this moment he had no joy in meeting his opponent.

The sound of hooves behind him was getting closer and closer, and he tried his best to reach out as if to grasp the thing in front of him.

Goth raised the broadsword in his hand and then slammed it down!

This minotaur was probably the strongest person on the scene besides the lord, but the lord did not dare to guarantee that he could survive if his head was chopped off, let alone this tauren?

The remaining Wildlings collapsed instantly with the demise of this most promising powerhouse, wailing and fleeing in all directions.

The warriors of the Thorns Legion began to pursue and kill the fleeing more than 20,000 Wildlings in an unhurried manner. It was obviously unrealistic to wipe out all the fleeing Wildlings, so they just tried to expand the effect.

“It's finally over, too many people died in this war.”

Looking at the broken arms and legs around, Ashe sighed, her beautiful face filled with sadness, like a begonia flower that had been knocked down and fallen to the ground in the rainy season, which was pitiful.

In this battle, I don't know how many people will lie in the snow forever and never get up again. The Windwhisper tribe also suffered heavy losses, with less than a thousand of the three thousand warriors remaining.

Li Wei appeared next to the elven queen at the right time, reaching into his pocket to take out a handkerchief and handing it over.

“They are all the bravest warriors, who dedicated themselves to guarding their homeland, and the goddess will bless them,” he comforted.

“Thank you, Sir Li Wei.” Ashe stretched out her white jade-like hand and politely refused the handkerchief.

As an elf who has lived for a long time, she has seen too many partings of life and death, so she is not as prone to tears as a new elf.

It's just that seeing so many lives being so cheap like weeds, there is a sense of sadness.

Li Wei didn't care, and put it in his pocket smoothly, saving a handkerchief for wiping his snot.

“Boss, what should we do with the body of this minotaur?”

Zart, who had recovered some strength, came up.

Looking at the minotaur in front of him, whose head alone was almost as big as his own, Li Wei shook his head.

In all respects, this minotaur was very different.

The physique of five blades high was far superior to his compatriots. He also controlled the magic power of the elements and was proficient in various blessing-type spells and shaping spells.

This was a real Wildling hero. If given time to grow, like that black dragon, it was not impossible to occupy one side and become king.

“This is a strong man, although his reputation is not obvious, he is also worthy of respect, let's bury him generously.”

The two sides did not have any deep hatred, only because of different positions, Li Wei did not mind giving him a decent death under the sympathy.

Of course, the so-called generous burial was just that he buried one person in one pit, compared with the small fries who buried a pile of corpses in one pit, it was indeed a generous burial.

The war tended to stop, and it was already dawn. Looking up, the mountains and plains were covered with corpses lying in the snow, lizardmen, kobolds, pigmen... almost covering all the common races nearby.

Zart began to lead people to search for spoils with great interest. Perhaps no copper coins could be found on these Wildlings, but the iron armor and weapons on them were also a considerable wealth.

Especially since Highcliff Keep also has a self-built military factory.

As long as these iron armors are pulled back, they can be remelted and rebuilt into a batch of new weapons, which is excellent whether for self-use or sale.

“Boss, there is still a prisoner here!” Zart ran over shouting.

Li Wei moved over, and when he lifted the curtain of a tent, a female drow was calmly in it, with two orc barbarians holding knives to her neck.

“You're finally here,” she said, staring at the lord.

“Yes, I'm here,” Li Wei felt inexplicable and nodded.

“You shouldn't……”

“Stop, if you have something to say, say it quickly, don't play bad jokes!” Li Wei was speechless, waved his hand, and the two barbarians put away their weapons and stood aside.

“It's all because of you, if it weren't for you, I would have broken through this elven tribe long ago and obtained the magic crystal,” Ilia said with resentment.

Until just now when she saw the armor worn by this human, she knew who was the one who took people to destroy her drow priest team and rescued the besieged soldiers.

In her opinion, all of this was caused by this human that led to her failure.

“Ilia?”

Soon the tent curtain was lifted, and a group of people poured in. Heather, as a drow priest, exclaimed first, then smiled coldly: “I thought you were already dead in some unknown corner, I didn't expect you to be still alive.”

“Lord, this drow is the culprit who organized this Wildling coalition, and the tauren just now was her helper to control this coalition.”

Heather explained to Li Wei.

Ilia was too lazy to look at this traitor, and explored the personnel in this tent, “Hehe, there are really many people.”

“Although not all of them have arrived, it's almost there,” she said to herself.

“Not good……” Heather seemed to have guessed something, and just wanted to remind, but it was obviously too late.

A murmuring sound was almost instantaneous, and in an instant, a halo enveloped Ilia, and her body began to swell up like a balloon.

“It's spider transformation! Lord, let's go!” Looking at Ilia in front of her, whose lower body was a spider and the upper body was a scantily clad human body, Heather's face turned pale.

She didn't expect that this drow high priest actually controlled the spell of spider transformation.

Often, only with the blessing of the mother goddess Rose can one have the ability to spider transformation, but some priests will study this ability and develop similar spells.

This drow high priest obviously cultivated this profound spell,

Once spider transformation, the original control of the spell power will become greater, and its own power will be multiplied.

Heather estimated that she couldn't hold on for even one round.

“Stay here and be buried with me,” Ilia's four eyes on her forehead kept turning, with a vicious look, and the sharp spider feet cut the tent in half with a light wave.

Her spider-transformed body was more than five blades high, and the limbs were eight, each of which was as sharp as a sharpened pig-killing knife.

When Ilia failed, she never thought about living, but only resented the culprit who caused all this failure, and decided to pull a few backs.

Obviously, the lord was one of them.

She quickly chanted spells in her mouth, and the magic around her began to gather, and a huge fireball appeared in front of her.

Swish!

A fine steel throwing spear shot out like lightning.

“Be buried with me? You should go down and play in the mud yourself,” the lord put away his hand, picked his ears, and sneered.

Dare to cast spells on him within ten steps, really want to try whether her spellcasting is fast or his throwing spear is fast, right?

And the facts proved that within ten steps, the throwing spear is not only fast but also accurate.

Without the head of the spider-transformed drow, the blessing magic began to gradually dissipate, and the body degenerated and turned into the original human body again.

A generation of drow high priest ended here.