Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 187 Female Drow

The wind was cold and snowflakes as big as goose feathers began to fall from the sky again.

In such heavy snow, the wild people wearing animal skin hats were swarming towards a city wall that was more than ten blades high, like a black tide of ants.

The shouts and cries of killing were deafening, and the wailing was continuous.

The weather was cold, but the atmosphere was warm.

The hot blood spilled on the city wall, making it deeply hot, and it was steaming in the cold winter.

Leighton stood on a watchtower and watched the fighting from afar.

According to calculations, this group of drow elves have been attacking the city wall for three days without success.

The result was still not achieved.

This group of high elves is more difficult to deal with than imagined.

woohoo~
A low and desolate horn sounded.

The attacking wilders and the elves defending the city all breathed a sigh of relief. The former had reached the limit of losses, and they had long been unable to withstand the pressure of blindly attacking without any progress.

The latter, on the other hand, has some time to catch their breath again.

"Failed again."

Looking at the Wilderness Legion retreating like a tide, Leighton lowered his eyes with a blank expression.

Attacking a city is not as easy as imagined.

A thousand men are enough to fight a siege of ten thousand men, not to mention that the other side has more than a thousand men, all of whom are well-equipped and well-trained warriors.

And looking at our own side?
Although the number of people is said to be 40,000, the real main force is only about 20,000, and they are far behind in terms of equipment and discipline.

As a hobgoblin who was naturally proficient in military knowledge, Leighton did not find this result surprising.

"But, we can only hold out for this day."

It turned and murmured softly again.

The group of drow elves are planning an unknown plan. The only information that can be guessed is that the city wall that has been held for three days will be completely broken tonight, and they will cross this once insurmountable chasm.

Then a bloody massacre and looting would unfold to fill the dull life of fighting during this period.

"Lord Leighton, the chief and his men are having a meeting."

A bugbear came here respectfully.

Leighton nodded. A sudden gust of cold wind made him shrink his neck into his large wolfskin coat.

This year's white disaster is more serious than expected.

It climbed down the watchtower and headed towards the tallest of the animal-skin tents dotted all over the mountain.

When Leighton pulled back the curtain, he saw that the dozens of chairs placed around a huge long table in the middle were already occupied, and at a glance they were filled with all kinds of people.

It found an inconspicuous corner to sit down, and unexpectedly met an acquaintance here.

"Lighton, you're finally here." An extremely charming voice sounded, but even Leighton couldn't look directly at that devil-like face.

It was Edan, the Harpy Queen.

When they retreated from the south to the north, just after they met up with this group of drow elves last night, their coalition force heading south was unsurprisingly split up into this large force that was mixed with countless forces.

"I thought you wouldn't come." Leighton glanced at her and said, rubbing his hands.

It sat closest to the door, and the curtain was unable to block out all the cold wind, which came and went making it extremely uncomfortable.

"These damn big fools just took up the front position! Lady Leia didn't even scold them." "It's obvious that we are the ones who have contributed the most. If we hadn't fought desperately to stop that group of humans, they would have known the situation here long ago." Edan snorted coldly, feeling deeply resentful that he could only sit at the end.

So when I see someone I know, I start complaining.

Leighton sneered in his heart and didn't want to talk to her anymore.

The wilderness is cruel. Here, the rule is that the strong are respected. Even if the weak are killed, they can only blame themselves for not being strong enough.

If this harpy queen did not have the ability to conduct aerial reconnaissance, with their weak strength, they would be cannon fodder like the ogres and goblins.

Being able to sit here means you have become a butcher to these people, and it will be difficult to get rid of you after you have done your job.

Leighton glanced ahead. The Minotaur chieftain, the ogre elder, the lizardman leader, the pig-headed man... the jackal...

Under normal circumstances, they are all tough guys in the wilderness. It and the Harpy Queen are here, like two potatoes mixed in with a group of pumpkins, and they seem out of place.

In other words, if it weren't for Gus's sake, he wouldn't even have this last position.

But Leighton clearly saw that there was an empty seat at the front.

But soon its doubts were answered.

"Is Gus not here yet?"

A very seductive female voice came from the front.

Leiden looked over and saw an extremely beautiful and charming drow elf with long silver hair. She was wearing unusually exquisite light armor, with her feet resting on the table and a lazy look on her face.

Everyone present looked at it, and it was obvious that this question was directed at it.

"Lord Ilaiya, Gus was sent to deal with those cunning elves and has not returned yet."

The hobgoblin, dressed as a military noble, spoke very respectfully.

This drow elf is the real commander of this wilderness coalition.

Her full name was Elijah King, but Leighton used the bone chips to scrape out all the memories in his mind, but he couldn't find any drow family with the surname King in history. It was as if this group of drow elves appeared out of thin air.

Logically speaking, the drow elves should have disappeared in the long river of history long ago, but the world is so big that it is hard to say where they are hiding and they just happened to run out at the right time.

There are always clues to find, but Layton found that he couldn't catch them at all.

"It's been almost half a day and we can't even catch a few mice. Gus is really getting worse and worse."

The ogre elder sneered, like a thunderclap.

Leighton hung his head and did not reply.

This ogre elder is a huge beast with four blades in height. In terms of size, he is only slightly smaller than Gus. In terms of strength, he ranks among the top three in this animal-skin tent.

If you anger it, no one will blame you even if you kill it, and no matter how furious Gus is afterwards, it will be useless.

"Since he didn't come, forget it." Ilea yawned, not really caring.

This centaur who was born with control over the elements really made her look at him differently and wanted to recruit him as her subordinate, but if he couldn't even deal with a few disgusting high elves.

Then its value to Ilaiya would naturally decrease.

"Lord Ilaiya's intention in gathering you all here is to discuss how to breach this wall."

A dull sound was heard, like a thunder in broad daylight, which made people tremble involuntarily.

This made Leiden's mind involuntarily drawn into that distant summer.

(End of this chapter)