Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"That is a unique magic crest specific to Debe, drawn on the flesh by alchemists using specific patterns and special magical materials, bringing various enhanced powers to the bearer."

"You can think of it as simplifying a complex and huge alchemical array, reducing it in size, so that it can be used on humans."

Fuggero explained it to the bumpkin lord.

"Understood," Leeway snapped his fingers. "I guess those blood swords are also a unique alchemical magical creation. At the time, I was wondering how this blood sword could restore the holder's stamina after killing someone. I'm afraid this magic crest is the medium for the conversion between the two."

"That's right," Fuggero nodded.

"Otherwise, if the blood sword were obtained by the enemy, wouldn't the other party be able to use it as well? Such powerful magical equipment would have unique restrictions to prevent accidents from happening."

"That's a really clever approach," Meer exclaimed from the side, seeming to feel very inspired.

"So, what kind of enhanced powers can these blood sword magic crests bring?" Leeway continued to ask.

Putting aside being the key to controlling the blood sword, the fact that these magic crests can also enhance the holder's power makes them even more valuable.

"This has always been a secret, but through the performance of the Lionheart Vanguard Red Swordsmen in battles over the years, everyone has guessed some things."

"This magic crest can increase the Red Swordsmen's strength and speed, even stamina and battle aura, usually by several times. The way to judge the strength of the other party's increase is to look at their hair."

"Hair?" The lord looked puzzled.

"It is said that the more the increase, the less hair they have," Fuggero smiled slightly.

"What the hell, wouldn't Mandela be incredibly strong then?" The lord was greatly shocked.

Compared to other great swordsmen who still have short hair, Mandela's head is completely bald, even reflecting light, like a big marinated egg. It is a true portrayal of 'I've become stronger, but also balder'.

Originally, the lord had some small thoughts in his mind, wondering if he could also tattoo this magic crest to further improve his strength.

But seeing this situation, he quickly gave up the idea.

His strength is already strong enough, and there is no need to abandon his handsome hair for that little bit of enhancement. He should honestly practice the "Sacred Word Codex" instead. This kind of shortcut is not advisable.

But the barbarians are not good-looking in the first place, so it doesn't matter if they lose their hair. If there is a chance, he can tattoo them. The lord thought secretly.

Even without that blood sword, being able to enhance the physique is enough.

The orc warriors listening intently on the side did not expect that, due to someone's momentary thought, their hair was about to be unsafe.

"Isn't there any way to avoid this side effect?" Leeway asked, unwilling to give up.

"Your Grace, nothing in the world is perfect, and everything has flaws to some extent," Fuggero spread his hands and even sighed: "Magic crests are a profound technology, and all countries are fully researching and studying them. The side effects of the Debe blood sword magic crest are already said to be the smallest."

"In the eastern Persian Gulf country, those magic crest warriors are even eunuchs, because their magic crests will allow them to be devoured by sexual desire, so they simply solve this side effect from the root."

Everyone present felt a chill down below, and as respectable men, they were completely unacceptable to this.

In comparison, the side effects of the blood sword magic crest are indeed very small.

"Ahem, then can outsiders draw this blood sword magic crest?" The lord brought the topic back and continued to ask.

"It's very difficult. This is a core technology that the royal family has always kept in their own hands," Fuggero shook his head, completely shattering someone's fantasy.

"Everyone, the symposium is probably over," Lancelot walked into the room, dragging his scarred armor, and waved the letter in his hand: "Just now, General Mandela and Duchess Frina sent letters, and we are probably going to participate in the battle together."

The two looked at each other and went to summon the army at the same time.

...

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the breeze gently blew on everyone equally, and the military flags of various colors fluttered in the wind.

A group of leaders from the White Bone Fortress stood on the city wall, looking into the distance at the bloody line of people moving, and both sides were trying their best to push the battle line back.

Life and blood are being consumed at an unimaginable speed, and even a meat grinder does not have this speed.

"Now the main force has formed a balance with the demon army. They have transferred the troops in the mountains, so Duchess Frina hopes that we will attack from the flank to inflict heavy damage on the other party."

"And the Griffin Knights have completely taken control of the sky in our hands. General Mandela will take the Lionheart Vanguard Red Swordsmen and Master Bodoov to the depths of the Horizontal Mountain Range to close the space channel."

"What we have to do during this time is to try our best to hold the attention of these demons and buy enough time for General Mandela and the others to detour into the Horizontal Mountain Range." Lancelot told everyone the details of the war, and the forty- or fifty-year-old man seemed to have returned to his youth, and said forcefully: "Everyone, this is our chance to be known throughout Debe!"

Everyone had no objection to this.

Isn't this the purpose of their appearance here.

Of course, except for Damon, the former Grand Marshal of the Southern Border is thinking about where he will go after this war.

"Your Grace, I didn't expect there would be a time to fight alongside you," Fuggero said with a smile, seeming to recall the days in the wilderness.

At that time, he thought that after being promoted to baron, he would no longer have to call the Lord of Highcliff Fortress 'Your Grace', but he did not expect that in just half a year, the other party would be promoted to marquis, and he would probably never be able to surpass him in his life.

"Don't worry, for the sake of Roreena, I will take care of you," the lord patted him on the shoulder, saying casually.

This made Fuggero's expression stiff. Well, I didn't expect that even after becoming a baron, I still have to rely on my sister.

But he was lost in thought again. His sister is now in her twenties. Because of her focus on the family chamber of commerce, she has not been married until now.

And now this marquis has not married yet, one unmarried and one unmarried, simply a match made in heaven.

Although his sister's identity is a little worse, if the entire chamber of commerce is used as a dowry, then it must be completely feasible.

Before he could continue to diverge his thoughts, a loud horn sounded, and the army of the White Bone Fortress lined up outside the city.

They were divided into two major blocks, one was the Southern usurper army headed by Damon, and the other was the reinforcements headed by Leeway, including not only Highcliff Fortress but also the Thorns Legion led by Fuggero and several thousand Dreadfort soldiers from Bolton.

In a group of Debe soldiers with an average height of less than one and a half feet, hundreds of orc warriors and centaur cavalry with an average of three feet were extremely eye-catching, like a few large pumpkins mixed into a group of potatoes.

Especially the soldiers of Dreadfort. The soldiers of the North generally have a height of one and a half to two feet. Those soldiers of Dreadfort did not know whether the lord was too harsh and did not eat well or what, but even only one and a half feet.

Like the dwarves found in the opera to set off the brave knights.

But this does not mean that their combat effectiveness is very low. On the contrary, these guys have particularly stable lower body, are very flexible, and are very suitable for fighting in the woods.

The lord changed into the gorgeous golden plate armor that Rhea gave him in Cologne, draped a white cloak over his shoulders, hung the Mithril Holy Sword around his waist, and wore a delicate helmet.

The sun sprinkled on his body, and suddenly it was golden, setting off the whole person with a full of cathedral style.

It is rumored that this armor once had a paladin in Rhea's ancestors, and the position was not low, so it has been handed down.

It was originally sealed in the vault, but Rhea felt that the treasure should not be covered in dust, so she gave it to the lord.

The real reason is naturally because Rhea wanted to see how handsome the lord would be wearing this armor. Of course, this matter is not enough for outsiders to say.

This armor is not just ordinary plate armor. In addition to excellent defense and extremely light weight, it also has the characteristic of amplifying the holy light.

Although this is an antique, its ability is definitely not bad.

This world is not like the previous life, where modern objects can crush ancient objects. Here, the more things that can be related to the ancient or ancient times, the more awesome they are.

However, in the lord's opinion, the characteristic of amplifying the holy light is really mediocre.

His own holy light is so much that the weapon can't bear it, so even if it is amplified, it is useless.

"Are we dozens of times more majestic than those paladins now?" The lord, who changed into new equipment, naturally came to the barbarians to show off his power.

"Majestic is majestic, it's just too dazzling," the barbarians gave a pertinent evaluation.

"You know a fart, this is called holy light. The more golden it is, the more it means that the Goddess of Holy Light is paying attention to us. This is love," Leeway still said smugly.

"Tsk ~"

The minds of hundreds of barbarians were surprisingly unified at this moment, and they all made a collective sound of disdain.

They have never seen their boss sincerely believe in this Goddess of Holy Light. They are all temporary embracers of the gods, using them when they are useful, and throwing them away when they are useless. If she can pay attention to him, then there will be undead.

After being ready, with the sound of the attack horn, teams of soldiers quickly advanced towards the side of the distant battle line.

In fact, the so-called battle line is a mountain depression, with gentle slopes on both sides and a flat ground in the middle. Both sides are desperately attacking each other's mountain slopes.

And they are equivalent to bypassing the rear position of the demons, like a sharp knife inserted into the middle of a leek segment, completely cutting the battlefield apart and forming a situation of mutual support with the main force.

But during this period, they have to pass through a forest first.

It is a forest of trees, with tall trees and dense grass on the ground. As long as they are smart, they will probably send someone to investigate first to prevent ambushes.

Unfortunately, everyone rushed here completely unprepared.

In the forest, countless scarlet eyes suddenly emerged from the grass on the ground and the lush crowns above, looking at the humans on the plain in front, who were getting closer and closer. They were fierce and exposed the light of betrayal.

The demons are not fools. They have long been guarding against the humans inside the White Bone Fortress from coming out to attack, so they have set up an ambush here.

Looking at the humans getting closer and closer, they are thinking about where to tear them apart later.

As a result, just as they were about to step into the forest, those humans seemed to have noticed something, and they all stopped at the dividing line between light and dark, and then took out cans of things from behind and held them in their hands.

"Bring up my Italian grenades, Your Grace!"

They only had time to hear this loud shout, and looked blankly at the countless rockets coming from the sky and the round balls falling from the air.

These balls fell on the ground, but only a turbid liquid was scattered all over the earth and trees, and the smell was the same as the pungent smell of the abyss.

Just as they were puzzled, and even dipped a little with their hands and tasted it with their mouths, rockets fell one after another. In an instant, their eyes were almost blinded, and wherever that liquid was stained, a raging fire suddenly ignited.

Some unlucky guys who were stained with liquid became a fire man and climbed up from the ground and jumped from the trees.

They are not dead people, and they can also feel pain.

The entire forest became a sea of fire, and countless hiding demons jumped out, and the grease on their bodies provided sufficient combustibles for the flames, and the surrounding air was distorted.

When he discovered the oil pine wood in the wilderness, he sent people to collect it and make it into kerosene.

Because the grease is too rich and easy to spontaneously combust, this kind of oil pine wood is only available in the cold north, and there is almost none in Debe.

This thing is only a little worse than the alchemical creation of wildfire.

The last time I attacked Cologne, I didn't use it all, so this time I simply let these demons taste enough.

The barbarians smacked their mouths with relish until they threw the kerosene in the cans clean.

Don't say, they feel this way is quite exciting, and even Fuggero watched and itchy hands followed and threw two.

Unfortunately, compared to the barbarians' accuracy, he is like a half-baked second knife, and he threw two in a row ten away from the group of demons.

Despised by the lord who was constantly projecting like a machine gun, he was embarrassed to take it again.

The centaurs are still methodically pulling the bows in their hands, picking off the demons in the forest one by one, and further expanding the results of the battle.

With the blessing of kerosene and the breeze blowing, the demons ambushing in the forest suffered heavy losses and had to retreat to the back.

In order to ambush, they did not deploy too many troops here in the first place, just to catch them by surprise.

I didn't expect that before the melee started, thousands of demons disappeared into the sea of fire.

"This group of demons is terribly stupid. The Griffin Knights are circling overhead every day. Do they really think their ambush is seamless?"

At the end, the lord still disdainfully spat a mouthful of spit.

Even without the Griffin Knight reconnaissance, out of caution, he would not have rashly drilled into this terrain that was full of ambushes at a glance.

It wasn't until he got close that he stopped, just to allow the kerosene tanks to reach the best throwing point.