Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 183 Enhanced Ice and Snow Spells

It was an early morning, just as the sky was getting light. The tents in the camp were covered with white snow, and the sparsely falling snowflakes added a bit of coldness to this white world.

Several kobolds were wrapped in tree bark, holding pitchforks and standing at the entrance of the camp. They were shivering, rubbing their hands and stamping their feet, trying to bring themselves a little warmth.

Logically speaking, such an important job as guarding the camp should not be performed by a group of kobold vassals with low combat effectiveness.

But at this time of year, with the weather freezing cold, standing guard has become the most miserable job. The lizardmen guards are hiding in their tents and sleeping by the braziers.

Originally, when those drow elves and hobgoblins served as officers, they were able to barely control these wilderness natives.

But when they left, these undisciplined wild people naturally returned to their nature.

In their opinion, this kind of hard and tiring work should be done by gnolls and goblins, and they just need to fight.

What's more, they are just a small team in the rear. Who would be so idle as to attack them?

"Once you get close, seize the entrance to the camp first. Then ignore the goblins and kobolds and charge directly towards their largest tent."

Panda whispered the tactics of this time to the hundreds of Panta warriors behind him who were as silent as stones.

Thanks to the concealment magic, they successfully approached within a hundred steps of the camp.

So the tactics were very simple. We had to first occupy the camp gate with trenches and chevaux de frise. These wilderness natives had no defensive fortifications to rely on, so we could only choose to engage in hand-to-hand combat with them.

The thing that the Panta warriors fear least is hand-to-hand combat.

"I...I will use magic to protect you." The young ice and snow priest said nervously.

"Don't worry, the Penta clan will protect your safety."

Seeing his nervousness, Panda smiled kindly.

But this guy forgot his burly body and hairy face. It would be fine if he didn't smile, but when he smiled, he looked vicious.

The young priest was frightened and trembled.

The Pandaren's sudden attack did not disturb the group of ogre defenders. These guys were only busy chatting and hiding in a leeward position, not paying any attention to what was happening outside the camp.

It was not until the Panta warrior approached about ten steps and his broad feet stepped on the snow, making a "crunching" sound, that the attention of these short men was attracted.

Just as it was sticking its head out from behind the door to observe the situation, a hand thicker than its body grabbed its head and twisted it gently. Without even making a sound, its body fell limply into the snow.

The defense was even weaker than Panda had guessed, with only a few dozen ogres on guard here.

The Panta warriors easily took control of the camp gate, and in front of them were animal skin tents located in the snow.

"You protect this priest, and the rest of you follow me to kill!"

The enemy's defense made Panda realize that this group of wilderness natives was indeed a makeshift group, and they were not even as good as the wilderness coalition that had marched south before.

"kill!"

There was nothing to say. Panda roared, waving the long sword in his hand and rushed towards the largest position in the tent.

Generally speaking, there would be no falsehood in the camp, let alone a group of wilderness natives. The largest and most luxurious tent definitely meant that the person with the highest status in the current army was sleeping inside.

Solving them first will instantly turn this makeshift team, which already has no order, into chaos.

The roar of the Panta warriors came like waves, making everyone deep inside unable to hold back their blood boiling and their hair standing on end with rage!

It would also make the enemies standing in front of them feel fear, just like seeing a mountain collapse in front of them. It was not until the pandas rushed into the camp and hacked down dozens of patrolling wilderness people, with screams ringing in their ears, that the lizardmen in the tents finally reacted.

Enemy attack!

Someone attacked the camp!
They rushed out of the tent with knives in hand, shocked and angry. The next moment, they saw a group of fat men in black and white chopping down their companions to the ground as easily as slaughtering cattle and sheep.

Faced with this inhumane massacre, one can't help but tremble.

"Let these little punks see how powerful the Panta clan is." Panda roared, and swung the long sword in his hand lightly in front of him, easily cutting off the dozen or so lizardmen in his sight.

It is a sturdy man who is three feet five inches tall. His strength is unquestionable, and he has also cultivated a high level of Qi.

These lizardmen, who were only two blades tall, were as powerless as children in front of it.

You can only let it kill you at will, and you can't even get within three steps of it.

The young priest accompanying the army turned pale when he saw this scene, but he continued to chant the spell with trembling lips.

There is power in words, whether written or spoken.

When the spell, which was improved by fusion of Dragon Language, Ancient Elven Language, and even the Ancient Language of the Titans, was played with twelve notes, a subtle resonance was formed.

The magic power in the body began to gather in front of him involuntarily.

The chanting became faster and louder, the mysterious incantation sounded like the devil's whisper.

When hundreds of palm-sized ice spikes flew out in an instant, the young priest's chanting came to an abrupt halt.

At that moment, the lord who was observing on the hillside a few hundred steps away almost drooled.

The flying ice spikes were like hundreds of arrows, instantly freezing all the lizardmen blocking the front into lifelike ice sculptures, with fear and terror still on their faces.

It is entirely conceivable that this kind of spellcasting power, if gathered by a hundred spellcasters, would be enough to suppress an army of ten thousand people head-on and prevent them from acting rashly.

Unfortunately, magicians who can cast spells are not small soldiers. They have status and position. Just being able to get the support of seven priests is already a great honor for Florina.

Take the lord for example. Up to now, the only two spellcasters were both captured by him.

The outcome of the battle was naturally no surprise.

The Penta warriors, who are at the top of their martial arts skills and fully armed, are totally beyond the ability of a group of lizardmen to deal with.

Even though there are two to three thousand defenders in this camp, their actual combat strength is only about one thousand, and the rest are basically vassals and auxiliary troops.

What's more, after being chopped down by the pandas with great force in hundreds of their companions, this makeshift group was already at a loss what to do in the face of the sneak attack. Moreover, they could not bear such casualties and began to suffer a great defeat.

"Tsk tsk, this is the Wilderness Alliance that I remember. The alliance of Minotaur and Centaurs in front is not normal at all."

The lord, wearing exquisite deerskin hunting boots, looked at the corpses of the wild people on the ground and clicked his tongue.

"Oh, there are still people pretending to be dead?"

Levi's eyes were as sharp as a falcon in the sky. He saw at a glance a dog-headed man wearing a straw hat, lying on the ground covered in blood.

It was clearly a corpse, but the fingers suddenly moved.

(End of this chapter)