Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

It took the military artisans about three days to build equipment suitable for the tall walls of Coron.

During these days, the Northern Legion wasn't idle. First, they sent negotiators to persuade the city to surrender.

After all, with Damon trapped in White Bone Fortress, unable to escape, anyone with eyes could see that Coron was basically indefensible.

Unfortunately, no matter how much the negotiator wore out his tongue, the other side remained unmoved, and he was eventually scared back by a few arrows.

Thus, the Northern bigwigs didn't care whether the persuasion was useful or not. Anyway, they were idle, so they sent people to the city every day to state the difference in strength between the two sides, using both threats and inducements.

The main goal was to shake the morale of the ordinary soldiers, causing them to lose their fighting spirit.

However, one thing was worth mentioning: besides capturing Kloss and his group of nobles in Black Rock Fortress, the subsequent six Earth Divine Priests were also caught.

As an exchange, as long as the group of Earth Church priests in Coron City did not participate in the city's defense, they would release these priests afterward.

The other side probably considered that the fall of Coron was already a fact and that they shouldn't offend the North too much, plus the value of the six priests was very high, so they agreed to this condition.

The current situation was that the other side no longer had the assistance of spellcasters, while the Northern Legion still had half of its Ice and Snow Warlocks who could cast spells at will without worrying about the obstruction of the other side's priests.

Three days was neither short nor long, but it passed in the blink of an eye.

It was a clear morning, the sky was already tinged with a hint of egg-yolk red, and it was still a bit cold. The military camp was like a crouching giant in the misty air.

A low and melodious bugle call traveled thousands of paces, penetrating the Northern military camp and reaching the ears of the Coron city defenders.

Unfortunately, this time it wasn't the order to eat.

The sleeping giant suddenly awakened, and dense masses of soldiers walked out of their tents, their armor clanging. They gathered towards Coron City, eventually forming neat ranks.

Military flags fluttered, men neighed, and the newly improved huge siege equipment stood ready, with thick hemp ropes tied all over the giant Thunder Lizards.

These giant beasts were over three and a half yards tall at the shoulder, weighed nearly ten thousand pounds, and were covered in dense, scale-like scales. They also had an exceptionally sharp horn on their heads.

But, in contrast to their ferocious appearance, they were gentle-tempered and completely herbivorous. Although slow-moving, they had ample endurance and were immensely strong.

They were generally used in the army as draft animals to pull heavy logistics items.

The soldiers under each different flag looked solemn, patiently waiting for the signal to attack.

Highcliff Fortress's team was assigned to the west wall, fully responsible for the siege.

Therefore, although the general bugle call for attack had already sounded, how to fight was still up to the lord to decide.

Coron City was very large. It was impossible to see the situation on the main force's side from here, only occasionally hearing some subtle movements.

Levi stood on top of Griefwind, took out his telescope, and the situation on Coron City's head was displayed in the lens.

Coron was indeed the capital of a territory. The city walls were made of huge granite stones, so thick that even if spellcasters bombarded them for ten days and nights, it would be difficult to create a gap in the wall.

Compared to it, Black Rock Fortress was like a rural town. The two were not on the same level at all.

The guards on the wall clearly saw him, this uninvited guest. Although there was a slight look of panic on their faces, they then gathered more soldiers to ascend the wall and defend under the orders of the officers, feeling much calmer looking at so many companions around them.

Then they began to point and point at the giant Griefwind, not knowing what they were discussing. Unfortunately, Levi hadn't learned lip reading, so he could only look blank.

"Why isn't anyone running away?"

The lord smacked his lips with some regret.

Originally, he had deliberately made Griefwind gigantic, planning for a majestic three-headed dog ten yards tall to make a dazzling appearance, plus him, the famous Lion Hunter Knight. These ordinary soldiers earning a few coppers a month would be so scared that they would wet their pants and run away.

Then he could take down this section of the city wall without bloodshed. When scholars write a biography for him in the future, they would say that his kingly aura originated from this siege.

But there was no tiger-like shock, no immediate surrender. Instead, the other side had the leisure to size them up, and a few big-headed soldiers who seemed to want to make a contribution were working hard to turn the ballistae on the city wall, constantly gesturing, seemingly wanting to shoot an arrow.

Coron wasn't like Black Rock Fortress. This section of the city wall alone had more than twenty ballistae installed, and the corner towers of the city wall also had giant ballistae that were jet-black and four or five times larger than the standard ballistae.

Levi knew that these were Dragon Hunting Ballistae. As long as it was an important city, at least four or five would be deployed, but because the Deberre had been peaceful for a long time, and there had been no terrible incidents of dragons raiding cities, it was difficult to say whether these were fake or the real deal.

After all, just maintaining the Dragon Hunting Ballistae was a huge military expenditure.

But no matter what, the lord was still somewhat wary in his heart, not wary of him being injured. With his speed, as long as he wasn't restricted, these ballistae wouldn't be able to aim at him. He was afraid that the barbarians under his command would get hit by an arrow.

Even a dragon couldn't withstand this thing. The barbarians couldn't even withstand it with three layers of heavy armor, let alone five.

"Those aren't South Border city defense soldiers, they should be mercenaries." Montvert had sharp eyes and noticed the red snake banner displayed by the other side. "Banners are noble items that prove the identity of a noble, only nobles can own them. Even if mercenaries display a banner, they must use a black background with blue stripes, and the restrictions are very large. The symbols that can be selected are limited to only a few animals."

"Most mercenaries are a bunch of guys who sell their lives for money. Although their equipment is much worse than the regular army, they are more ferocious than the regular army, so they won't be scared away directly."

The lord immediately observed the equipment and energy of these soldiers, and it was not much different from what Montvert said.

The equipment was basically uniform leather armor and nasal helmets, and only a few could add a chainmail. Most importantly, their faces were full of casualness, lacking the solemnity of a regular army with strict military orders.

He told his observations to Layton, Montvert, and the nobles under him, but no one recognized this banner's mercenary group.

"Where did Coron pull this second-rate stuff from?"

In the end, the lord directly made a conclusion.

Deberre was not short of extremely strong mercenary groups that could rival the regular army, such as the Eagle Group, with about five thousand members, all cavalry. Rumor has it that the leader is not only excellent in swordsmanship, but also handsome.

It was a trump card mercenary.

But as long as it involves trump cards, there is one characteristic, that is, a loud reputation. Even Montvert and his local subordinates did not know that there was such a mercenary group in the South Border. In the lord's view, what is it if it is not second-rate stuff?

"Leaving aside the city wall, if they were placed in the wild, my team of soldiers could kill them until they cried for their parents with a single charge."

Of course, the lord also knew that leaving aside the city wall was just playing tricks. If the other side dared to leave the city wall and fight him in the wild, they would either be the top trump card army of Deberre or idiots whose brains had been eaten by goblins.

He just used this sentence to show that their side was stronger.

Montvert has 10,000 soldiers under his command, of which 5,000 can be called elite. The most impressive is a thousand-man Ironclad Wolf Guard. Although their height is only about one and a half yards, they cannot be compared with the elite soldiers of the North Border, whose average height is two yards.

But these men from Wolf Island have proven with facts that strength is not entirely determined by body size. Their sturdy muscles are enough for them to easily lift a strong man like drinking water.

Wearing heavy armor, they dare not say that they can fight the Panther Warrior Group one-on-one, but they can definitely fight the Furina Mastiff Guards evenly.

As for Highcliff Fortress, there is no need to say more. Just looking at the muscular strongmen and sophisticated equipment, even the most arrogant and ignorant fools would have to flatter them a few words.

Otherwise, they are afraid of being violently rushed into the body by that huge weapon.

This configuration, even if it is on the attacking side, is definitely not something that a second-rate mercenary group can resist.

"How does Your Grace arrange it? Do you want to climb or should I?" With the idea of not being a one-man show, Levi looked at Montvert next to him, who was already fully armored.

"I'll be responsible for the city wall." Montvert is a traditional nobleman, valuing some of the eight knightly virtues, such as promises, honesty, etc., so he also completely said what he thought in his heart: "I came to assist Miss Lia, but I haven't done anything until now. No matter what, it doesn't make sense.

The nobles under my command have also been eager for military merits for a long time."

It has been almost a month since joining the Northern Legion. They didn't catch up with Kalia Town, and then Black Rock Fortress finally had a siege.

Just when their Wolf Island nobles rolled up their sleeves and prepared to do a big job, they didn't expect someone to directly lead their guards to take down the city wall like cutting melons and vegetables, and then went straight to the inner fort to capture the other side's leader.

In the end, the entire Wolf Island was responsible for cleaning up the city wall, completely reduced to a foil.

Seeing that Coron was already the last battlefield to earn credit, the barons, knights, and officers under him were anxious and said that they must take down the climbing job.

Lest it be easily taken down by a certain inhuman Lion Hunter Knight again.

"Okay, then I'll take the city gate." The lord agreed without hesitation. After all, Montvert was his colleague. If he ate the meat, he should give him some soup.

There is no problem in giving a favor.

Moreover, the current Coron city wall is not comparable to Black Rock Fortress, the difficulty has increased by more than one level.

Seeing that the leaders had already discussed the matter, the beast masters whipped the soft abdomen of the Thunder Lizards. These giant beasts wailed and began to move their pillar-like thick limbs with a grunt.

The huge ladders and siege vehicles began to move slowly, leaving only two deep wheel marks behind them.

The mercenaries on the city wall quickly shot dense rain of arrows, but falling on the hard scales of the Thunder Lizards, it just rang non-stop, without any threat.

Unless these mercenaries can shoot arrows from the ground, there is no way to deal with these Thunder Lizards.

They apparently realized this and began to shout loudly for people to operate the ballistae.

Only this kind of big guy can deal with the Thunder Lizards, whose defense is even stronger than iron armor.

A burst of teeth-aching stringing sounds rang, and a dozen huge crossbow arrows were instantly fired. In an instant, a Thunder Lizard wailed, and its huge body collapsed with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.

It can be said that it was very good to knock down a shooting target with the first shot used for calibration, but before they could be happy.

Dozens of stone balls weighing several hundred pounds were burning with raging fire and soaring into the sky, crashing down from the sky.

The other side was obviously the first to fire, so although it looked terrifying, the stone balls only brought a slight shaking when they hit the city wall below.

"Hahaha, these Northern bastards must have played too softly on women, shoot them hard." The scarred strong man named Klee, who commanded more than a dozen ballistae on the city head, was one of the thousand-man captains of the Red Viper Mercenary Group. He had killed countless women and children, but thinking that he was almost scared to pee by a few catapults, he became more fierce after escaping.

Unfortunately, his fierce expression only lasted for a few pulses before shattering, leaving only a desperate murmur.

"God!"

Following the shattering of the stone balls were dense crossbow arrows, and that wasn't the end, "Exploding Earth Elemental Meteor", "Fire Elemental Fireball", "Wind Elemental Circular Blade", colorful spells came in a large wholesale.

Ordinary people would hardly see these spells once in their lives, but Klee was fortunate enough to feast his eyes and take them all in.

They followed their respective trajectories, flew to the target, and then exploded.

Klee didn't understand until his death, he just directed the ballistae to shoot dead a beast, why was it like poking a hornet's nest, everything was calling at his head.

More than a dozen ballistae were destroyed by half at once, and the mercenaries who were lucky enough to escape did not dare to risk operating the ballistae again.

The lord, holding a telescope, watched with relish. As the last battle, his Highcliff Fortress spellcasting team did not need to hide anything.

The four Dark Elf Priestesses were located under the heavy protection of the Centaurs, safely chanting spells.

Because the goal this time was to destroy the other side's long-range strike methods, not to smash the city wall, it was not necessary to use the kind of energy-consuming meteor made by plastic energy magic last time.

The lord just told these Dark Elf beauties to use whatever was useful, but he didn't expect it to cause the colorful scene now, which was more enjoyable than watching fireworks.

The giants were also grunting and transporting stone balls to the catapults, and finally Layton directed the craftsmen to pour oil on them, light them, and then throw them out, smashing them towards Coron's city head.

The ballistae were not idle either, one crossbow arrow after another was strung, aiming at the position with the most soldiers on the city head and shooting.

From the beginning, when Coron did not have priests to resist the Dark Elf Priestesses' spells, the other side's long-range attack methods were destined to be suppressed.

Unfortunately, after only a few rounds of spellcasting, the Dark Elf Priestesses' faces turned pale, and they had to stop spellcasting.

After all, there is no free lunch in the world, nor are there free spells. While powerful, spells also bring huge consumption.

This made the lord feel very distressed, and he quickly personally sent Heather and these female Dark Elves to the luxury carriage covered with velvet, so that they could have a quiet environment to meditate and restore their magic power.

As for Sam?

This shaman, who only knew two of the lowest-level spells, was sent by him to work hard to bless Montvert's people with Stone Skin.