Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 115 The Dragon's Whereabouts
A whole day passed while we waited.

Levi was too lazy to go back, so he just lay on the grass and slept for the night.

It was not until dawn that he was awakened by the sound of footsteps. It was Hogg who came back from his shift change.

It wanted to speak quietly so as not to wake Levi up, but it didn't expect the adult to be so vigilant.

"Have you spotted the giant dragon in the sky?" Levi asked.

In fact, the so-called dragon army was not taken seriously by the lord at all. He only cared about the dragons.

Therefore, most of the scouts sent out ran to high points and explored the distant sky.

"No, sir," Hogg answered truthfully.

"This is strange. This giant dragon just arrived here. Even if it doesn't care about its followers, it has just started its life. Logically, it should at least come to raid the enemy camp."

The lord scratched his head, which looked like a chicken coop, and was puzzled.

With the speed of the dragon army's movement, the two sides will be able to engage in battle around this morning. Usually, the dragons will linger within a range of 50 kilometers at this time.

When the opportunity arises, strike hard.

But until now, the scouts still haven't found any trace of the dragon.

If it weren't for the fact that without the title of dragon, it would be impossible to raise such a large number of followers. Levi would have immediately suspected that these country bumpkins were just trying to use the tiger's skin to raise a banner.

This result made the lord both happy and worried. It was of course a good thing that the dragon did not come, but he was also afraid that it was a cunning old dragon who was hiding somewhere and was planning something bad.

However, we can only be more cautious in this situation.

As the gnoll scouts explored, more and more detailed information about this dragon army was obtained.

There were about four thousand people in total, half of whom were ragged goblins and ogres holding stones and sticks.

The backbone force is a group of gnoll cavalry, plus lizardmen and leopard-headed people, totaling about 1,800 people. Compared with the goblins and kobolds, whose average height is the same as that of dwarfs, the adult warriors of these three races are basically above 1.9 meters and have a sturdy build.

These warriors were wearing complete clothes and holding rusty iron weapons. The leopard-headed man even had a team of archers.

A few hours ago, when the scout team was changing shifts, this group of leopard-headed men wanted to hide in the night and shoot arrows by relying on their black hair.

Fortunately, the Burning Legion scouts had a keen sense of smell and discovered it in advance. They immediately distanced themselves from the enemy, causing their arrows to miss the target and land on the grass.

In fact, to the lord, these three races are no different from goblins and are all mediocre opponents.

The real tough guys are the group of minotaurs. Zat, the two-edged seven, has grown to more than 800 pounds, with tendon muscle all over his body. He is the most burly warrior in Highcliff Castle except for trolls and giant monsters, but compared with this group of strong men, he is like a malnourished boy.

When the horizon was turning pale, the anxious people of High Cliff Castle finally saw the dark army of dragons appearing in the morning light.

At the front are undoubtedly the goblins and ogres, two small characters acting as cannon fodder. The large number of infantry in the center are lizardmen, leopard-headed warriors and their archery teams, and a team of about two hundred gnoll scout cavalry are wandering on both wings of the main team.

Generally speaking, they are much stronger than the makeshift teams that the lord has encountered before.

However, it seems that the natives of the wilderness always put goblins and kobolds in the front row to use them as cannon fodder to wear down the enemy's physical strength. Although it is very crude, it has to be said that it is somewhat effective.

After all, unlike the previous life, this group of ogres and goblins could not attack the warriors in the back row even if they were defeated.

"When I first started waiting, Hogg's wolf cubs hadn't been born yet."

Zat smoothed the weeds tied to the horn helmet with both hands and twisted his stiff neck left and right, making a crackling sound.

It was standing in a half-person-high trench on the side of the front battlefield. This was one of the arrangements made by the lord.

Let the troops that appear to be the main force of Gaoya Castle be stationed on the gentle slope to attract the attention of the dragon army.

He hid in this trench with fifty orc veterans who had followed him in battles from the beginning, wearing three layers of heavy armor and fully armed.

Thanks to the camouflaged weeds above the heads and the dense grass around the trenches, it was difficult to detect an ambush even from a high altitude.

When the two sides are fighting hard, the lord can lead his men to hit the opponent's waist, which has the effect of decisive victory.

"These poor folks are really shabby." The lord was lying in a grass nest on the trench, with a straw wreath on his head, looking around with a telescope in his hand, his tone full of disdain.

"What's wrong?" Zat also climbed up with his butt sticking up, wanting to get closer to take a look, but there was only one telescope, and the lord was a higher-ranking official, so he could only make a circle with his hands and place them on his eye sockets, as if this would also have a magnifying effect.

"These Milotaurs have a piece of armor hanging on their chests, and there are only ropes behind them to fix the armor. Their lower bodies are bare." The lord put the telescope on his belt and said sarcastically, "One end is covered with a bare buttock. Although this method is shabby, it still has some effect."

"I can smash their chests with one axe." Zat didn't care much, but his eyes were fixed on a huge black pig with antlers.

"What the hell is this? Is it a monster?"

"Definitely not. It's just a hybrid. It only inherited the body shape of a Warcraft, but does not possess its innate magic." The lord gave the answer after just one glance.

Thanks to Orlak's arrival, the lord made great efforts to improve his magical knowledge and learned a lot about these types of monsters.

This Black Mountain Deer Pig is a ferocious beast that lives deep in the wilderness. Although one of its parents is a magical beast, it has only inherited the giant size.

However, compared to this, Levi was more concerned about its owner. There was no doubt that this was a kobold, but his size was similar to the orcs who had just joined Highcliff Castle.

His body was full of muscles and strength, his palms were tied with grey cloth belts like a southern boxing apprentice, and he carried a huge broadsword on his back.

What is even more eye-catching is that there are horns as thick as thumbs growing on each of the left and right foreheads of this guy, pointing towards the sky along the curve of his head.

"Wow, I didn't expect it to be a dragon vein kobold."

This group of gnolls kept shouting that they were dragon descendants and had the blood of dragons. Unexpectedly, Levi actually met one.

At this time, he couldn't help but start thinking, tracing back to the source of which dragon clan was so generous that the kobold also had the blood of the dragon.

It is said that some goblins also have some contact with dragon blood. Regarding this, the lord can only sigh that these dragons are really hungry.

(End of this chapter)