Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Accompanied by excited roars, the Orc warriors surged into Coln City through the breach in the city gate as if they had spotted a delicious feast.

For them, what lay before them was a gift from the War God, a chance to enhance their strength.

The Berserkers, the elite troops of Highcliff Fortress, were only two rare specimens, and they often flaunted their constrained frenzy in front of the barbarians, making the barbarians envious.

Now, each of them was straining every nerve to kill more enemies and be promoted to Berserker.

This effect caused the mercenaries in front of them to suffer greatly.

Facing the enemy's spear formation, the barbarians sneered, drawing their fine steel javelins from their backs and gripping them tightly.

Without orders or commands, they moved as one, and in the next moment, countless fine steel spears flew in unison, darkening the sky.

The mercenaries' carefully prepared formation was utterly useless as they stared in astonishment at the incoming javelins.

A monstrous wave of blood instantly erupted into the sky, limbs and broken arms flew everywhere, and mournful wails echoed continuously.

These mercenaries were like pitiful wheat facing the farmer's scythe, mowed down in swathes.

The barbarians did not stop there, using all five of the javelins they carried before ceasing.

The effect of this was that the dense ranks of mercenaries in front of them were reduced by more than half in one fell swoop, with only a few nimble ones managing to escape by quickly lying on the ground.

Before any melee combat even began, the mercenaries had suffered heavy losses.

“Damn.”

The lord, carrying a broadsword, looked at the cleared passage and felt as if his experience points had been stolen.

He felt that these mercenaries were even worse than the city guards of Blackrock Fortress, but then he thought again and realized he shouldn't have had such high expectations of these mercenaries.

Let alone these mercenaries, who were weaker than regular soldiers, even regular soldiers would not be able to face the barbarians who had now become advanced system troops.

The advanced troops judged by the system were strong enough to become the top martial arts instructors of a legion, let alone now that they had formed a scale, the advantage against ordinary people was terrifying.

When these mercenaries faced the Highcliff Fortress team, they were destined to be a pitiful mantis trying to stop a wheel, and their fate could only be helpless despair.

After solving the guards at the city gate, the lord waved his hand, leading his men to the city wall to help Monvit and completely take control of this section of the wall, then decide whether to help the main force or go to the inner fort alone.

But before he could take two steps, a large group of Coln soldiers was rushing towards them from a street in the distance, wearing armor emblazoned with the tulip symbol, clearly Coln's regular army.

The two sides stared at each other.

There was no need for questioning or probing, both commanders issued the most direct orders.

“Hold the city gate! Hold the city gate! Drive these Northlanders back!” The Coln officer roared hoarsely as he rushed to support.

Unfortunately, if a loud voice could represent combat power, the Orc barbarians would all be dragon slayers.

This time, the lord instantly charged into the crowd, violently swinging the broadsword in his hand, with a crisp sound like cutting countless watermelons, the field of vision in front of him suddenly cleared, and the Coln guards were separated from their lower bodies, which had accompanied them for many years, and landed alone.

“爽 (Shuang - Awesome)!”

Listening to the experience prompts constantly ringing in his mind, the lord laughed three times, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and began to hack and slash wildly.

“Demons, these are demons!”

“God, why do you make us suffer such torment from devils!”

This terrifying display directly frightened the thousand-strong reinforcements, who wailed miserably, dropped their weapons, and turned to flee, running in all directions in a panic.

In a short time, the rabble had fled, leaving only a few stunned youths sitting blankly on the ground.

“Damn it.”

Seeing the reinforcements routed after he had only killed a hundred or so people, the lord realized that he seemed to have missed an opportunity to make a name for himself.

If he had announced his name just now, these fleeing rabble would have independently spread the power of the Lion Hunter Knight, an unparalleled hero who single-handedly cut down a thousand-man team.

He might even have earned the title of 'Unmatched in Valor throughout the Ages'.

But Li Wei was just thinking about it, perhaps his personal bravery was indeed unmatched in the current era, but thousands of years ago, there were also strongmen who could conquer a country alone.

Undoubtedly, he had missed another opportunity to increase his reputation, which was more uncomfortable than losing a hundred gold coins.

He decided that in the future, he would announce his name before the fight began.

He now finally understood why those knights with ordinary strength had so many cumbersome rituals before a duel, and insisted on announcing their names first.

Typically, a poor student has a lot of stationery.

Now he knew that this was all for show... no, it was to make a name for himself!

Now that there was no resistance, the lord successfully led the Orc barbarians to the city wall and joined forces with Monvit. The two of them cleared the mercenaries from this section of the wall in just two hundred heartbeats and took control of it.

The enemy obviously knew that the fall of the city wall was a fact and could no longer be recovered, so they stopped sending troops here and began to gradually shrink the defensive line, heading towards the inner fort.

This led to the Northlanders' main force still fighting fiercely, and even with the help of ice mages, they could not take it down for a while, but the defending troops on the opposite side inexplicably retreated to the inner fort.

This made the Northland soldiers, who had easily taken the city wall, win somewhat inexplicably.

But in general, as long as they won, it was worth celebrating, so they cheered and quickly cut down the Southern Border flag on the city head and replaced it with the Northern Border's 'Eagle Holding Sword' flag.

This was the Martel family's emblem, and it also represented that Coln had basically fallen under Flina's control.

After more than half a year of preparation, the established strategic goal was finally achieved. The Northland Expeditionary Force, having entered this capital of the Southern Border, even held an entry ceremony.

Ceremonial soldiers wearing leather shoes, red uniforms, and feathered hats lined up in neat formations in the front, blowing horns and beating drums, while the army followed behind, joyfully entering Coln.

This lively scene attracted many curious eyes from the cracks in doors and holes in walls along the road, all secretly sizing up this army from the Northern Border.

To be honest, when they knew that the Southern Border and the Northern Border were going to fight, they were either worried all day long or praying that the Southern Border Duke could repel the Northlanders.

Now, facing the entering Northern Border Legion, they cursed the Southern Border nobles' relatives in local slang.

And prayed in their hearts, for the sake of the Earth Mother, that these Northern Border lords would vent their anger on those Southern Border bigwigs, and not harm them, the unarmed civilians.

After the army entered the city, they did not relax, but began to search the city, fearing that a few thousand soldiers were hidden in a stinking ditch, giving them a hard time at a critical moment.

It was not until they had repeatedly confirmed that there were no enemies in Coln City, and only the towering White Castle had remaining enemies, that the officers and nobles breathed a sigh of relief.

Then they sent soldiers to surround Coln's Duke's Castle, and even the sewers or secret passages leading to the outside world were heavily guarded.

By the time all this was done, the sun had already set.

Fires were lit in the camp, and cooks began to cook, slaughtering cattle and sheep bought from farmers to reward the soldiers who had made great contributions to the siege.

Although the Duke's Castle had not yet been captured, even Coln, with its twenty-eight blades, had been taken down, let alone the inner fort with only seven or eight blades of walls.

Moreover, it was already night, and considering that there were too many unfavorable factors for night combat, and the soldiers had been hungry for almost a day.

Therefore, the capture of the inner fort was scheduled for the first sunrise tomorrow.

Now that victory was in sight, the Northern Border Legion and the Highcliff Fortress team finally temporarily eliminated their estrangement and were arranged to celebrate together.

Outside Coln City, a specially built huge tent, the ground covered with thick wool carpets, long tables placed inside, and the surrounding seats were already occupied by various nobles and bodyguards.

A dozen maids shuttled through it like butterflies, serving plates of colorful and fragrant food.

Of course, in terms of exquisiteness, it was still not comparable to the food in the Duke's Castle.

But now everyone had been in military life for several months, and every day was just about eating enough, and when fighting was urgent, they ate dry food every day.

Therefore, being able to eat such a hot meal was extremely rare.

As for these maids?

It can only be said that it was not surprising that some nobles brought a few maids with them on the road to relieve their anger.

Except for the regular Duke's legion commanders like Fojero, ordinary nobles had this habit.

This was also a tacit behavior, and Flina would not say anything about it.

The meal had not officially started, and the Northern Border nobles were talking loudly and noisily.

If you listened carefully, you would find that 70% of them were talking about how to experience the differences of Southern Border women after completely taking down Coln.

The remaining 30% was mixed with discussions about someone.

If the lord heard it, he would probably be half-dead with anger, and then scold these nobles as a bunch of wine bags and rice sacks who only knew about women. After all, a group of women could actually be more of a topic than him, the Lion Hunter Knight.

It was simply unreasonable.

As the tent curtain was lifted, the first to enter was a golden-haired, blue-eyed, extremely beautiful girl, followed by an extremely handsome young man with a perfect tiger-like figure.

The Northern Border nobles seemed to have collectively contracted aphasia, each of them silent, carefully sizing up this Highcliff Fortress lord, the Lion Hunter Knight.

The entire tent was so quiet that a pin could be heard dropping.

The lord smiled very modestly, grasping the demeanor of a nobleman just right, until he saw the furry strong man being squeezed into the corner of the tent, this master's demeanor suddenly shattered.

“Holy crap, when did Panda come?” he said with a surprised look.

A burly Pandaren was sitting in the corner like a little daughter-in-law, quietly sizing up the surrounding Northern Border nobles.

Looking at its appearance, it seemed to want to find someone to chat with to pass the time, in order to divert its attention from the food.

However, those Northern Border nobles were all arrogant and unwilling to pay attention to this Pandaren, which made it like a tiger mixed into a group of cats, so out of place.

“Lord, just arrived today.” Hearing the familiar voice, Panda looked up and its eyes lit up instantly.

Panda knew that those human nobles looked down on them demi-humans, and now it was called to participate in the banquet when it first arrived, and there was no familiar person, which made it restless.

At first, it thought something was wrong with these Northern Border nobles, and they didn't speak.

Now that it saw a familiar person, it excitedly stood up, almost overturning the table in front of it.

This made those Northern Border nobles frown, if this Pandaren was not the Duke's number one thug, they would have had someone fork this rude demi-human out.

“Come and sit with me, I just think I have no one to chat with, let's chat together.”

The lord waved his hand.

Panda, who was already feeling uncomfortable being squeezed out, did not hesitate, and its burly body followed behind the lord.

“Panda, let me introduce you, this is Miss Liya, the future Southern Border Duke, my liege.”

Li Wei opened his mouth and added various titles to Liya, which made the girl's face blush.

After all, to be honest, these titles seemed a little undeserved in her opinion.

This solemn introduction made the Pandaren patriarch feel awe, being able to become Lord Li's liege was definitely a big shot.

“This is Earl Wolf Island, Lord Monvit.” Li Wei introduced one by one.

“This is Panda, the leader of the Panta Warrior Group, and also the patriarch of the Pandaren.”

Liya nodded slightly and stretched out her small, jade-like hand.

Panda quickly stretched out its furry hand and shook hands with the two gently.

After getting to know each other, the few people found a specially reserved place to sit down.

Li Wei could see that the expressions of the Northern Border nobles on the opposite side were not right.

Obviously, it was because of Panda, although they squeezed out this Pandaren, but in the end, it was still a person from the Northern Border, but now it was mixed with the Lion Hunter Knight, which made them somewhat jealous.

The lord didn't care so much, grabbed Panda's furry hand and chatted about family matters.

“Why haven't I seen you before? Why are you here now?”

This was a point that Li Wei was puzzled about. It stands to reason that the Panta Warrior Group was Flina's trump card and should not have been brought.

But it was not until now that the war was almost over that they came, which made it difficult not to guess whether there were other hidden secrets.

Looking at the Highcliff Fortress lord's worried expression and the stark contrast to the cold Northern Border nobles just now, a warm current flowed through the young Pandaren patriarch's heart.

It was hated by the Northern Border nobles, but in this Highcliff Fortress lord's place, it could clearly feel the other party's attention and concern.

It was hard not to be moved by this.

Panda calmed down and shook its head: “Something happened in the clan, I took the clansmen back to deal with it, and wasted a little time.”

“After solving it, I hurried and hurried, and only arrived this afternoon.”

“Okay, if you have any difficulties, tell me, Lord.” Li Wei nodded, without asking more.