Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The horned demon warlock struggled to climb up from the ground, his eyes slanted, his face full of arrogance, trying to maintain his dignity as an elemental controller.

I have to say, this appearance of the other party really has a bit of the toughness of a spellcaster.

It's much stronger than Sam was back then.

"You should be the one who controlled that knight last time." Li Wei asked with a burning gaze.

Demons are about as intelligent as humans, not to mention spellcasting units. Regardless of the race, their intelligence is definitely not low, because idiots can never become spellcasters.

Among these demons, only this one warlock could come up with this plan.

Although the other party's appearance is indeed a bit unsatisfactory, it seems that only succubi from the abyss are worth boasting about.

"Lowly human, you are only worthy of smelling a fart from Lord Batri!"

The old demon warlock obviously doesn't understand the old saying in the Far East that a wise man submits to circumstances. He just took the stinky sock out of his mouth and grinned, as if mocking.

He's using pure common language, so obviously those memories weren't absorbed in vain.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became almost stagnant.

Snap!

"You son of a bitch, you demons are not even as good as an adult's fart."

Hogg couldn't help it first, slapping the old warlock away, who spun two and a half times in the air before landing with stars in his eyes.

The wolf cub, who had long regarded Li Wei as a god, took it more seriously when others insulted his boss than when they insulted himself.

The reason he didn't chop the other party was only because Li Wei still had questions to ask.

Although the old demon warlock was dizzy, neither shamans nor warlocks are fragile spellcasters like mages. Their physiques are still outstanding.

Therefore, he only felt a little dizzy after taking Hogg's slap.

Li Wei reached out to him. Just as the horned demon warlock thought he was going to be beaten again and flinched subconsciously, Li Wei simply picked him up from the ground and patted the dust off his shoulder.

"Answer the question, and I will spare your life in the name of a devout follower of the Ice and Snow Goddess."

As a true follower of the Ice and Snow Goddess, Fujero only looked at his nose and heart.

The horned demon warlock wasn't really tough either, but was especially afraid of death. He was just afraid that he would be executed after answering the question, so he seemed very tough.

"Really?" He became suspicious.

Having absorbed some people's memories, he knew that humans were extremely devout to the gods, so when he saw the other party using his own god as a treaty, he couldn't help but believe it.

"The Ice and Snow Goddess is watching us." Li Wei looked pious, and no ice and snow priest could find any fault with him here: "Does this need proof?"

The other party obviously believed it.

Never trust a demon's loyalty and toughness, not even as much as believing a prostitute who says it's still her first night.

With a glimmer of survival, they will do everything possible to fight for it, whether it's betraying their companions or anything else.

"What is this? What does it do?" Li Wei held up the scepter made of unknown beast skulls and materials, which was also dotted with unknown red teeth for decoration.

"Bone Scepter, made from the head of a Abyss Fire Sheep Demon, the teeth were taken from the strongest Lava Hound Wolf, allowing the user to communicate more easily with the fire elemental plane, reducing the consumption of fire elemental magic by 30%." The horned demon warlock felt a little heartache in his eyes. He had spent a lot of demons to make this staff successfully.

"Good stuff." The lord directly put it into his pocket, thinking about giving it to Heather, the dark elf who happened to know fire elemental magic.

Although this staff is a bit ugly, the effect is real. The fire elemental creatures summoned by this wretch earlier are enough to comparable to a thousand soldiers.

The lord is a pragmatist. Now that Highcliff Castle is penniless, he won't waste a free magic item.

As things stand, the demon warlock has resigned himself to fate. As long as he can go back alive, he can have any staff. If he dies, he will really die.

"How did you get here from the abyss? How many people are there?"

The horned demon warlock was silent.

"Be honest if you don't want to die!" With Zart not around, Hogg perfectly acted as the lord's right-hand man, slapping him in the face.

The powerful force concentrated on his face, and the horned demon warlock screamed and fell to the ground. He covered his swollen face and begged for mercy: "I'll talk, I'll talk."

"We accidentally discovered an abandoned space channel linking the material world, and were able to come to this world with the help of the demon lord."

"I don't know how many people there are, but I only know that in order to prevent the news from being known by other demon lords, Duke Kefto only sent a vanguard over."

"Tell me in detail."

Everyone present pricked up their ears, and Fujero's clerk even took out a quill and parchment to record.

Everyone wanted to know what the situation was in the south, but of course they wouldn't listen to just one person's words. There were still a few demons left behind.

They would ask them one by one to corroborate.

Caution is a virtue that everyone should abide by.

The horned demon warlock spoke, and the clerk recorded, while Fujero and Li Wei's faces became more and more somber.

The night grew deeper, and it wasn't until the horned demon warlock had even dug up the story of how he peeked at a succubus bathing hundreds of years ago that everyone stopped asking.

"You are very honest, I like honest people the most." Li Wei snapped his fingers.

"Sir, can I leave now?" The demon warlock, his mouth dry, asked respectfully, but his heart was already full of resentment.

"Leave?"

Laughter broke out in the tent, and the lord said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm not a follower of the Ice and Snow Goddess."

" despicable, shameless..."

"Hogg, throw it out. No matter what torture you use, I only have one standard tonight, to fall asleep to the beautiful screams." Without waiting for the other party to wholesale various abyss slangs, the lord leaned back and said grimly: " I like to sleep with screams, demons are the best!"

Although the lord likes to collect rural shamans and warlocks to serve as Highcliff Castle's spellcasting group, he doesn't accept just any wretches.

When this demon warlock described in front of him how he tortured Ando to death, he was put on the lord's kill list.

But killing it like this was obviously too cheap, and Li Wei wouldn't let it die easily.

Ando was one of the few nobles who had a good relationship with him, and now he was just helping him get revenge.

"Sir, I will definitely satisfy you." Hogg grinned and stuffed the stinky socks into the other party's mouth, tied his hands and feet, and pushed him out.

Spellcasters need to chant spells to cast spells, so stuffing the other party's mouth is like removing the teeth of a toothless tiger, making him no threat.

"I'll go too."

The surrounding gnolls also with a whoosh ran clean, they were too experienced in torturing people.

The remaining demons were interrogated again at night, and after confirming that the information collected was correct, the few little demons were pushed out and beheaded.

And since they had to rush back to Cullen early tomorrow morning, the lord slept in. The first half of the night was full of the most vicious curses in abyss language, and the second half was only screams and wails.

The lord just scratched his ass, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

Until the sky was hazy and a glimmer of light appeared on the horizon, he walked out of the tent, stretched, and gave a solid yawn.

I don't know what was going on, but he slept very soundly last night.

"Sir, that demon couldn't hold on and died in the morning." Hogg came to report in a timely manner, and also told the story.

In the first half of the night, the Thorns Legion soldiers participated, using whips, finger cots and branding iron. Hogg was even more vicious, not only sprinkling salt on the wound.

He also summoned a few dire wolves to constantly lick the demon warlock's body and skull. These dire wolves have sharp barbs on their tongues, and each lick is no less than a bone-scraping knife, which can scrape off a large piece of flesh.

In the end, the demon warlock watched helplessly as the flesh of his body was nibbled away, and finally his skull was scraped open, and his brain was licked clean by the dire wolves.

The lord gave a thumbs up. Hogg looked simple and honest, but he didn't expect to be a ruthless master.

The nearly 10,000 demon corpses burned for a day and a night without being completely burned. Originally, everyone was prepared to leave and let it burn on its own.

But at the lord's strong request, Fujero finally left behind a hundred-man cavalry team to watch over the demons until they were completely burned to ashes before returning to Cullen.

Li Wei lay on the spacious back of the enlarged Beifeng, holding a green grass and enjoying the morning breeze, but in fact he was studying the system team.

The harvest of this battle was extremely amazing, even greater than leading the barbarians to besiege earlier.

Don't look at them taking down two strongholds and a small town, but the enemies killed by the Highcliff Castle team were not much higher than the demons killed here.

After all, when capturing Black Stone Fortress, Highcliff Castle slacked off the entire time but reaped the rewards under the twist of fate.

Cullen was pretty much the same, and not many real hard battles were fought.

But these nearly 10,000 demons were completely annihilated in a real sense, nearly 70% of whom became dead souls under the blades of the centaurs and gnolls.

When heading south, these two hundred gnoll scouts and three hundred centaurs were all Tier 3 units.

This battle caused nearly half of the gnolls and centaurs to level up.

Now the gnolls have advanced from Tier 3 "Gnoll Riders" to Tier 4 "Gnoll Outriders", and the centaurs have advanced from Tier 3 "Centaur Lancers" to Tier 4 "Centaur Heavy Chargers."

It should be known that each advancement of a unit is a huge improvement, and the most obvious improvement is that the speed is faster and the strength is greater.

This also made Fujero look at the running centaurs and gnolls with a puzzled expression, always feeling that their movements seemed to be more agile than before, with a feeling of light on their feet.

This doubt quickly dissipated into nothingness. Compared to this small problem, the problem of heading south was obviously more imminent.

On the way back, the horses' hooves flew, the flags fluttered, and as the vanguard, they returned to Cullen before noon without looking back.

When the sun was low and the sky was red, the army with bright flags drove out of Cullen again, following the road leading south like a winding behemoth extending to the end of the line of sight...

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Debe has not been peaceful in recent years, which is a consensus among everyone.

First, the king who drunk and indulged in pleasure ignored government affairs, and also increased various odd taxes for enjoyment. It is said that he also created the ridiculous thing of spending 100,000 gold unit of currency to build a myriad garden, collecting strange colored items from various races.

This led to the increasingly powerful Holy Sees State believing that the King of Debe was an incompetent ruler, so border frictions have become increasingly fierce in recent years.

Secondly, there are various disasters, both natural and man-made. Until this year, the cold winter that lasted for nearly a year completely dissatisfied the civilians, and rumors even rumored that His Majesty was lacking virtue, so the gods brought down so many punishments.

Now, even demons, a creature that disappeared for thousands of years, have appeared. Others don't say anything, but the soldiers in the south are cursing this illegitimate child born king day and night.

White Bone Fortress, this border fortress is now surrounded by an endless army of demons, clearly this war is extremely vast and should be world-renowned, but they seem to have been collectively forgotten.

The demons don't know how many times they have organized siege, and they don't know how many times they have repelled. The reinforcements they have been thinking about only came a few hundred griffon knights.

After that, there was no news of reinforcements. They seemed to have all stepped into a world isolated from the outside world.

If the enemy were not demons who could not be negotiated with at all, they would have surrendered long ago.

Daimon stood on the top of the city, quietly watching the vast fields outside the city occupied by red monsters. They greedily stared at this isolated fortress, waiting for the next attack. The "Golden Lion of the Plateau" had a calm look on his face.

He knew that the other party had not captured White Bone Fortress in the previous few times, and this time it would not work either. The garrison in the city was still sufficient, and the only worry was that supplies were extremely tight.

If reinforcements do not arrive within half a month, then the tens of thousands of garrison in White Bone Fortress will collectively starve to death here.

Standing beside him were a middle-aged man, an old man, and a little girl.

"There are very many demons guarding that space channel. Even with the help of Master Bodov and Her Highness Fatir, we can't get within five unit of measurement ." Griffon Knight Commander Lancelot sighed. There was a deep cut mark from shoulder to waist on his armor.

It almost made people wonder if he had almost been cut in half with one knife.

"Although I have the ability to close that space channel, we can't even get close. Even if we have the ability, it's useless." Bodov is an old man with white hair, a long beard, and a tall figure. He wore a white mage robe and a wizard hat.

Just by this dress alone, it is not difficult to guess that the other party must be a spellcaster from the Mage Tower, and his position is not low.

"Now we should still ask for reinforcements. Closing the space channel leading to the abyss is no longer something we can do."

Fatir was still wearing the familiar bishop's robe and bishop's hat, and the cherry mouth under the gold-plated mask opened and closed gently, but her tone was still calm.

It seems that no matter how difficult the situation is, she can hardly have emotional fluctuations.