Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Looking out, countless figures could be seen swarming across the plain, as if draping the earth with a flowing red carpet.

These were hordes of demons, mixed with imps, barbs, quasits, and other low-level abyss denizens, all roaring and sneering as they greedily surged towards the rows of soldiers arrayed on the distant hillside.

In their eyes, these were nothing but walking, delicious pieces of fresh meat.

Behind them, six-armed marilith warriors wielding long whips urged the demons forward, coldly observing everything.

Suddenly, their gazes shifted as they spotted an army approaching from afar. With a sharp crack, a whip lashed out, striking a toad-like demon covered in disgusting boils.

This massive demon, resembling a small fortress, swelled instantly in pain. Moments later, it released a resounding horn blast from its gaping maw that echoed across the entire battlefield.

Woo!

Instantly, countless demons broke away from the main force and rushed towards the approaching enemy on the flank.

"Lord, what do we do?" Forgelow asked instinctively.

He wasn't sure why, but with this lord by his side, he inexplicably felt less inclined to think.

"What else can we do?" Li Wei took a deep breath, snapped his visor shut, retrieved a brand new steel greatsword from his inventory, and held it before him. "Everyone, grab your weapons and defend this hill!"

Their purpose was to divert some of the pressure from the main force, and now their only option was to fight to the death.

The other warriors quickly assembled and formed ranks. Highcliff Fortress was also prepared, everyone mentally ready for the inevitable battle.

The barbarians formed a circle, then slammed their heavy steel shields onto the ground. These warriors were as silent as the iron men of the Holy Sith Empire.

An three-blades-high wall of steel instantly rose, with the Fede archers and the lord's spellcasters poised and ready inside.

In truth, whether or not Heather and the others came didn't really matter, but thinking of the opportunity to gain experience, the lord simply brought almost everyone from Highcliff Fortress.

Even Mil and Leighton were protected inside, ready to seize any opportunity to pick off a kill or two.

Li Wei and Zart voluntarily stepped out from behind the steel shield, standing firm in front of a deliberately left six-blades-wide gap.

Even as the countless demons surged towards them from afar, it felt like a gentle breeze to them, not causing them to change color in the slightest.

In contrast, the soldiers of the Thorns Legion and Terror Keep, although arrayed in defensive formations, were still visibly nervous, constantly swallowing their saliva.

This showed that they had not yet reached the level of an elite force.

"Rough estimate, there are at least hundreds of thousands of demons surging towards us," Li Wei said, his eyes behind the visor revealing a deathly calm.

"That's over a hundred times the size of our little backwater guard!"

"Some of you might not know how big that difference is."

"The difference is so big that even if they stood still and let us cut them, we'd wear our swords to the nub and still not kill them all! One mouthful of spit from each of them could drown us!" Li Wei simply shouted. "Tell me the truth, are you afraid?"

"Afraid!" The response from everyone in Highcliff Fortress was uniform, but moments later, they burst into laughter. "Afraid there aren't enough for us to kill!"

The lord laughed the most heartily. "That's my soldiers, not letting me down!"

"Boss, when have you ever seen us afraid?" Zart, wearing three layers of heavy armor and an exaggerated horned helmet, grinned, hefting his double-bladed battleaxe. "We only ask where the enemies are and when we start fighting!"

Li Wei knew that these orcish barbarians weren't just saying platitudes.

Back when he was penniless, when everyone was still low-level troops, a group of country bumpkins dared to follow him to slay a dragon with a dozen self-made ballistae.

It was like in Kangxi's era, when someone grabbed a musket and dared to chant 'Expel the Tartars, restore China'.

This wasn't something that could be done on a whim.

"Lord, why bother asking?" The earth goblin, Leighton, also changed into leather armor, holding a steel longsword that Li Wei personally gifted to him, its expression as calm as water. "We are your followers. Whoever you say to fight, we will fight. What difference does it make if it's demons, undead, or devils?"

The words of the headmen immediately drew unanimous cheers from the people of Highcliff Fortress.

They were roughnecks who didn't understand the ornate language of bards, but the headmen's words perfectly captured their thoughts and feelings.

"Me too," Sam, who hadn't been very present, also raised his hand to pledge his loyalty.

As a shaman in his fifties, he had always felt that his talents were buried in Highcliff Fortress, believing that the lord of Highcliff Fortress was a country bumpkin who couldn't recognize a diamond in the rough, and he wished he could run away eight hundred times a day.

But after experiencing so much, he looked back and suddenly realized in shock that the short year he had spent in Highcliff Fortress was actually much more exciting than the first half of his life.

It could be said that his dream of becoming a famous high shaman of Debe could be easily achieved in Highcliff Fortress, but he was like a frog in a well.

Only today did he suddenly realize what kind of foolish things he had done before.

"Very good, Highcliff Fortress will never bury anyone who works hard and contributes," Li Wei said, walking up to the little old man and solemnly patting him on the shoulder.

In fact, he had received the other party's application to join the team after taking Cologne, and it had never disappeared.

Li Wei knew that the other party had accepted Highcliff Fortress, so he deliberately didn't take the initiative to ask the other party until now, when the other party said it himself.

Heather looked at Li Wei with amorous eyes, her beautiful eyes almost dripping with water.

This was the real hero, even if he stood there motionless, he was like a pillar of heaven, able to make everyone sincerely admire him.

A person like this, as long as he was given time, was destined to set off a shocking wave.

Drow elves were all power-hungry, and Heather was no exception. It could be said that Li Wei was completely suitable to be her master father.

The status of men in the Drow is generally low, with not much added value other than for breeding offspring. Only those with talent are respected to a certain extent.

The best way out for men is to become a mage. If they are confident in their martial skills, the martial arts master is also a good choice. Drow husbands are called servant fathers. In addition to being used as sex tools, they have no formal status or power, and can be replaced at any time.

The so-called master father is to directly reverse this position.

The nearby soldiers were also infected by the emotions of the Highcliff Fortress people and gradually became calm.

"As expected of the lord, a few words can raise morale. His demeanor as a famous general is dazzling," Forgelow said with a sigh.

In fact, he didn't understand the underlying reason. It wasn't how inspiring Li Wei's words were, but that he was already like a god in the hearts of the Highcliff Fortress people.

The words he spoke naturally had an unimaginable effect.

The demons in the distance finally approached, and the bizarre howls gathered together, full of bloodlust and greed. They came like a tide.

Forgelow began to ride his horse in front of the formation, and the long sword in his hand kept colliding with the weapons extended by the soldiers, making a series of crisp metallic collisions. He used his battle aura to ensure that everyone could hear his loud roar: "Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The soldiers' armor collided, and the sound of friction continued to come. Behind them, the archers sounded a continuous stream of string-pulling sounds.

Rushing in the front were imps and quasits, only one and a half blades tall.

These demons are clumsy, with loose skin hanging on their skeletons, and they look like humanoids.

They are born from extremely lazy souls and look like humanoids, but they move clumsily.

These low-level demons have always been used by high-level demons to consume the enemy's strength. It is not clear whether they have consumed the enemy's strength now, but they truly embody what cannon fodder is.

The first to strike was the overwhelming rain of arrows. If these demons had shields or armor, they might be able to resist it, but they only had a loincloth.

Swish, swish, swish!

Countless arrows fell, and before they even approached the formation, they fell in droves. Some demons who were lucky enough to only be shot in the soles of their feet would then be trampled into minced meat by their companions' hooves.

"In the name of the Ice Goddess!" The soldiers of the Thorns Legion roared the name of their faith.

"Orlonga!" The demons were not to be outdone, shouting the true name of their own god in the abyssal language.

The two sides opened the prelude to a full-scale melee.

Life and blood were as cheap as dust at this moment, and there was an alarming consumption every moment.

Inside the steel shield, Heather and her other three sisters were chanting spells in an orderly manner.

In the past, as priestesses, they were also protected by ordinary Drow, but they had never felt as safe as they did at this moment, and even the magic they cast was performing beyond normal.

Four huge rocks gathered in the air, and then, when the chanting ended, they crashed down, and for a time, earth-shattering sounds, wails, and screams continued one after another.

Four deep pits were smashed into the plain, and the broken rocks flew in all directions, no less than the hard shots of the ballistae, instantly clearing the surrounding area.

The demons also had their own wizards, and they naturally knew the power of these spellcasters, and the momentum of the charge slowed down a little.

No wonder the mage is the most valuable profession. In terms of lethality and range, it is definitely the top of all professions.

The momentum of the opponent's charge slowed down, but soon they rushed towards the Highcliff Fortress shield formation at a faster speed.

Compared to the tens of thousands of soldiers brought by Damon, the entire legion of the Thorns Legion and the thousands of soldiers of Terror Keep, the Highcliff Fortress team seemed unusually thin and weak.

Even goblins know to pick on the weak, let alone these demons. In addition, spellcasters were hidden in such a weak guard, and they all scrambled to come and pinch this soft persimmon.

"Hey, I was afraid that my reputation would be too loud and scare them from coming over. I didn't expect to save me the effort of luring monsters," Li Wei pulled the greatsword out of the ground, revealing a smile that he was about to have a great harvest today.

Soon these demons paid a heavy price for their choice. The greatsword was as light as white clouds when it was wielded, and when it hit the body, it was like a giant in the sky breaking a thick mountain peak and waving it.

The range of the greatsword's swing was completely a forbidden zone for life. Those who were grazed died instantly, and those who were touched were crushed. There was no possibility of survival.

The demons, when singled out, might not be much stronger than the country militia, but once they gathered together, their courage would reach an unimaginable level.

Unfortunately, this courage at this moment has completely become someone's aid in reaping experience.

One person stood at the gap, and there was a power that one man could hold off ten thousand.

Some clever demons wanted to bypass this killing god, but they did not expect that facing the orcish warriors behind them was not much different from facing that human.

They were like wheat, cut down one after another, with no ability to resist.

"Damn, how can he be so strong?!"

Bolton, who was commanding the Terror Keep soldiers to resist the demons with a gloomy face, had long been attracted by the movement at Highcliff Fortress. When he saw the performance of the Highcliff Fortress lord with his own eyes, he was horrified and his mouth was dry.

He thought that those rumors were just to put gold on the other party's face, but he didn't expect it to be a solid record.

The dissatisfaction in the depths of his heart disappeared in an instant.

He was a smart man, otherwise he would not have become half the heir of Terror Keep as a bastard, so he clearly knew who could be provoked and who could not be provoked.

He silently put this Lion Hunter Knight in a position that could not be provoked.

The lord's terrifying performance also attracted the attention of the six-armed marilith warriors, the top combat power among the demons.

They put down their whips, picked up their weapons, and roared to the sky like muffled thunder. Six arms smashed down with knives, guns, swords, and halberds at the same time. Different styles of weapons made a "woo woo" sound, and the strong wind smashed towards the lord's head, heart, and limbs at the same time.

If it were an ordinary person, facing this attack with no dead ends, there would be only one way to die.

But the lord just disdainfully flicked the greatsword, and then there was a crisp sound of "pa da", like the sound of a watermelon exploding.

The incomparably powerful six-armed marilith was no better than those imps. The whole body was smashed into pieces and minced meat.

But it is also worthy of being the top powerhouse among the demons. The greatsword that had slapped dozens of low-level demons without deforming was like a garlic chopper at this moment, directly bending into a large arc.

The frugal lord was reluctant to throw it away directly, so he held both sides with both hands and gently snapped it, and then barely snapped it back. Although it was not very straight, it could barely be used.

This scene made Damon's eyelids jump straight, as if he remembered someone's terrifying javelin back then.

"For the Holy Light Goddess!"

The lord raised the damaged greatsword in his hand, and the whole person was bathed in sunlight, as if plated with a layer of gold, appearing stalwart and tall.

However, the lord always felt that something was wrong, and then stimulated the holy light in his body, and his whole body was wrapped in holy light, like a small sun, saying that the holy hall was in the world was no exaggeration.

Only then did he nod in satisfaction.