Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 13 I’m fighting the elite
The North is located in the northernmost part of the Kingdom of Derby, bordering the chaotic and disorderly wilderness.

To reach the north border from the south, one has to cross almost half of the territory of the Kingdom of Debe.

There is only one Lionheart Avenue in the middle, which leads to the Royal Court of Derby first, and then you have to go north along the Iron Tree Road to reach the northern border.

Even if we rode at full speed and traveled non-stop, it would still take about ten days.

If Levi were to go alone, with his legs that were as powerful as four-wheel drive and turbocharged, he would have been able to reach the destination by running for four or five days.

But considering the presence of Leah and Zat, it would conservatively take the three of them more than half a month to reach the North.

Levi, who had already run out of Colen's sight, suddenly felt the ground shaking.

"Boss, what's going on?"

Zat scratched his head, obviously feeling it too.

Levi frowned slightly, this situation made him feel strangely familiar.

Hmm? Sweat?
Levi looked at the delicate water droplets that suddenly appeared on the back of his hand.

This suffocating feeling is like being entangled by a python. Am I sweating profusely?
"Boss, what do you think that is?"

Zat suddenly pointed in the direction of Colen, where a huge cloud of dust was pouring out.

"That's all fucking cavalry!"

At a glance, there were at least hundreds of armored cavalrymen. Levi couldn't help but shudder. A chill rushed to the top of his head and he was immediately terrified.

This group of cavalrymen were all fully armed, even the lions under their crotches were covered in iron armor.

Leading the group was a knight in golden armor riding a golden lion.

If it were an ordinary cavalryman, Levi would not be like this.

These cavalrymen are Daemon's Golden Lion Regiment. Their mounts are called Hakka Golden Lions, a kind of fantasy creature that is faster and more enduring than horses, with a brutal and murderous nature.

Only when knights are nurtured from childhood can they establish feelings, so there is almost a tacit understanding between the two.

This is why Damon is known as the "Golden Lion of the Plateau".
This legion is similar to the Griffin Knights of the Royal Court of Derby. Although there are not many of them, they are all the elite among the elite.

He played a great role in quelling the lizardman unrest on the border.

Even Zat, an orc with short hair and little knowledge, had heard of this legion and exclaimed:

"Oh my goodness! This group of Golden Lions is known as the elite among the elite cavalry!"

"What the hell are you talking about elite troops? I'm fighting the elite troops!" Levi said viciously.

This group of cavalrymen were very fast, and even though they had been running for so long, they still caught up with them.

He was able to escape by himself, but that idiot Zat was obviously dead.

Levi had finally managed to trick such a heroic unit into his hands, so how could he give up?

"Levi, we can't run away."

Leia was also frightened by this group of cavalrymen and muttered to herself, her face pale.

Although she was a flower in a greenhouse, she also knew the power of cavalry, especially the Golden Lions of her great-uncle Damon.

The three of them were simply unable to resist.

Thinking that Damon must be here to arrest her, Leah quickly said:

"Levi, put me down and run. As long as you catch me, Damon will definitely not chase you."

"Ms. Leah, how can you help others gain more confidence and destroy your own prestige?!"

Levi slapped Leah on the butt, feeling indignant.

"Look, Sir, I'm going to show you a few tricks. Let them know what a heavy artilleryman is!"

Putting the blushing and dissatisfied Leah on the ground, Levi faced the hundreds of cavalrymen.

It’s not like he hasn’t fought against a hundred cavalrymen before.

"Boss, Zat will follow you until death!" Zat, who thought Levi was going to turn back and fight with this group of cavalrymen, held a thick and long mace in his hand with a fierce look in his eyes.

Levi put his thumb in front of his eyes and closed his eyes alternately to measure the distance. In the end, he concluded that the distance between the two sides was about one thousand steps (1.5 meters per step), and the distance was still getting closer.

As soon as he thought of it, an iron javelin appeared out of thin air in his hand. It was one and a half blades long and weighed ten pounds.

These are the weapons he stored in the inventory of the Mount and Blade system. There are ten sets of them, five in each set.

Levi, holding a javelin and making a throwing motion, narrowed his eyes, aimed at Damon who was in the front, and waited for him to enter the shooting range.

……

at the same time.

Damon, who was riding a galloping lion, also saw Levi's actions.

Are you crazy? What threat can be posed by throwing at this distance?
Damon, who concluded that the two sides were a full thousand steps apart, thought Levi was crazy.

He had heard of the title of this arena champion and acknowledged that Levi had some ability.

But it was not exaggerated to this extent. Even if he was waiting for the distance to be shortened, the most suitable distance was one hundred steps away, but this closest distance was not within human reach.

To throw this iron javelin a hundred steps away and achieve lethality, even the muscular orc next to him probably couldn't do it.

The distance between the two sides was less than a hundred steps, and with the speed of the cavalry, they could rush to the front in ten breaths or so, so throwing the weapons would be meaningless.

In the end, Damon could only conclude that the knight was most likely frightened mad by his powerful cavalry.

……

Nine hundred steps... eight hundred steps... seven hundred steps...

Levi was silently measuring the distance, his eyes calm and steady as an old dog.

Zat's Adam's apple rolled and he was swallowing his saliva. Hundreds of cavalrymen were charging, and they were the Golden Lions. That kind of momentum was not something that ordinary people could face and not be afraid of.

Glancing at the unresponsive Levi, he admired him more and more in his heart. He was worthy of being the boss he was loyal to. Facing such a crisis, he remained calm.

Six hundred steps...five hundred steps!

When he reached the range, Levi's eyes lit up.

He weighed the javelin twice, then aimed at Damon at the end of his sight, stepped back and pulled his shoulders to gather strength.

The shoulders, waist, arms, all the muscles were twisted into a rope, the veins on the hands bulged, and then he turned suddenly and threw.

call out!
The javelin was like a flash of lightning, its trajectory almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it crossed a distance of five hundred steps.

Damon only saw a black light coming towards him, and his face under the helmet turned pale in an instant.

"How can it be!!!"

However, his rich experience on the battlefield made him subconsciously concentrate his fighting spirit on the sword, and then he knocked it towards the javelin that flew over five hundred steps.

Clang!
Sparks flew when the two came into contact.

A huge force was transmitted through the sword, and the sword in Damon's hand flew out of his hand involuntarily. At the same time, he successfully knocked the javelin off its trajectory and it flew past his ear.

What followed was the explosion caused by the friction between the spear and the air, which made his ears ring and temporarily deaf.

The javelin reached a knight in a breath, penetrated the armor and stabbed into his chest, causing him to fly out like a light willow catkin.

It was not until he knocked a knight behind him off the lion that the huge force of the javelin was relieved.

"Is that human being?"

Damon looked at his hands with cracked knuckles and his Adam's apple rolled.

This was the effect of his use of fighting spirit. If he didn't use fighting spirit, even if he knocked the javelin away, his hands would have been crippled.

A human used human power to shoot a javelin that was as powerful as a crossbow.

This fearless knight felt fear for the first time.

(End of this chapter)