Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 246: The Wings Fell, and the Truth Was Revealed (About 6k)

The lord rushed to the front carrying a huge sword.

It has nothing to do with the fact that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. It is simply to take down the wall first and give those who come later enough space to display their talents.

Often only the strongest can take on the task of being the first to reach the target, so he naturally took on the responsibility.

He was also worried about what tricks the veteran Cross might play, so the lord chose to fight quickly and decisively, and take down the city wall before the other party could react before doing anything else!

On the corner tower of the city wall, there were archers from Blackrock Castle who dared not show their heads because of the shooting of Fed's longbowmen. They did not dare to shoot back, but at this moment, the people were right under their noses. They could hide behind the city wall and do whatever they wanted. How could they let go of the opportunity to beat the man who was down?

He immediately attacked the lord, trying to shoot this show-off guy, who looked like a big shot, into a hornet's nest.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

Unfortunately, in front of the sophisticated three-layer heavy armor, these arrows were useless except for making the lord feel annoyed.

The reason why a set of fine plate armor is often valuable enough to be a family heirloom is because wearing armor and not wearing armor are two completely different concepts.

If it were Montwitt, the Count of Wolf Island with a strong fighting spirit, he would not dare to rush up under the rain of arrows if he was not wearing armor.

If you want to shoot through three layers of heavy armor, unless the opponent also has a top master like Gus, you can only rely on a crossbow.

Crowded on the wall was a group of Southern Border Guards wearing nose-protecting helmets, leather armor inside and a layer of chain mail outside. The weapons in their hands included spears and hooks and sickles. The lord even saw pitchforks that were polished to a shine. Their main purpose was to make the enemy stronger with every inch of armor.

There is no doubt that these are a group of ordinary soldiers, much inferior to the elite heavy armored infantry, but stronger than the conscripted militia.

Just as Fujiro said, the truly elite guards have all rushed to the main battlefield.

Faced with the iron cans rushing up from the ladder, they roared and handed over their weapons together.

There was a gray-haired soldier who was obviously a veteran. He stabbed the spear in his hand into the gap of the lord's armor.

If it were an ordinary heavy-armored infantryman, he would either be pushed off the ladder by several people, or be stabbed by the veterans inside the armor to restrict his movement, and finally be smashed to death by a group of soldiers holding mattocks.

Unfortunately, they were facing the genuine Lion Hunter Knight and the Baron of Highcliff Castle.

Swish!
There was a flash of silver light, and a sword that was so perfect that it cut off all the weapons in front of him. The next moment, he crashed directly into the crowd, with screams and wails continuing.

boom!
The lord, wearing three layers of iron armor weighing more than 100 pounds, was no different from a human tank. Anyone hit by him would fly out like a torn sack, with his chest collapsed, as if he was hit by a heavily armored warhorse galloping at high speed. It was obvious that he was dead.

"Remember, stay away from someone carrying a two-handed sword in your next life!"

Seeing the Blackrock Castle guards surrounding him in an instant, ready to beat him up, the lord still had the leisure to show off. He swung the holy sword back into its sheath, steadied the giant sword's cowhide hilt with both hands, and spun it around with all his might.

Swish swish!
A huge wave of blood rose up into the sky, and the Blackrock Fort guards on the city wall were like ears of wheat facing a sickle, all being cut down in an instant.

The space of nearly three blades around the lord was emptied in an instant.

Blood spurted everywhere, forming a stream on the ground, and the smell of iron and blood filled the air between heaven and earth. The soldiers who were cut in half were not dead yet, and because it was so fast, there was no pain on their faces. They just stared at their lower bodies that were separated for the first time in decades, and then... the shrill wails continued in an instant.

For a moment, there was silence on the city wall, only screams could be heard. All the guards looked at the figure standing in the center of the broken limbs with horror. The sound of swallowing saliva followed, and there was only one thought in their minds.

"Is that human being?"

Although the group of mastiffs were brave last time, they still couldn't withstand their successive attacks and were eventually beaten to death.

But can this guy really be defeated by numbers now?

The barbarians behind the lord would not stop just because the enemy was stunned. Instead, they rushed up the city wall at a faster speed.

"Go, go, go! Stop these Northerners!" The officer came to his senses and urged angrily.

They knew that this man must be a person with extraordinary martial arts skills, but the bravery of an individual could not determine the outcome of a war, otherwise it would be dragons, not humans, who would rule the earth now!
Even though no fighting spirit was seen flashing in that move just now, an unknown power was definitely mobilized, otherwise it wouldn't have had such a great effect, and the opponent must have consumed a lot of energy!

You can always defeat the opponent by taking someone's life as compensation. After all, everyone will get tired.

They consoled themselves in their hearts that simply relying on strength to cut in half dozens of men in chain mail was totally beyond human power, unreasonable, and untenable.

The courage of these isolated soldiers from Blackrock Castle is truly commendable. Their morale was restored and they formed a formation with each other under the urging of their roars.

The orcs armed with battle axes collided with the Blackrock Fort guards, and the most brutal and bloody hand-to-hand combat began.

Unfortunately, this cruelty only applies to the soldiers in the southern border.

The fighting will of both sides was very strong. One could even say that this group of isolated soldiers had some kind of motivation, but their will was only slightly weaker than that of the Gaoyabao team and a little stronger than that of the Langdao soldiers. However, the gap in strength could not be bridged by courage alone.

This was not a fair war. Whether in terms of equipment, martial arts, bravery or physique, these guards were crushed by the orcs.

The moment the two sides collided, the Blackrock Castle guards fell like dominoes in the front row, and the speed was so fast that the people behind them didn't even have time to react before they followed suit.

As soon as they made contact, the defending army was chopped down one after another by the barbarians, suffering heavy losses.

They wanted to raise their swords to block, but the barbarians raised their axes like they were hitting iron, smashing the swords and flesh together.

If my sword managed to hit it by chance, it would only leave a mark and cause no harm.

On the path that the Gaoyabao team advanced on, only broken limbs were left on the ground, which were then trampled into minced meat by those who came later.

Iron and fire intertwined, boiling blood washed the blood vessels, and the blue veins bulged out, one by one, like beef tendons unsheathed.

Black iron hit white iron, sparks flew everywhere! Blood and flesh flew everywhere! On the top of the city, a stream formed, and the smell of iron and blood filled the air between heaven and earth.

The barbarians, with their muscles flexed and roaring, advanced like warriors from ancient times.

Life and blood were disappearing at a terrifying speed, gathering underfoot, and eventually human skin and flesh were crushed into minced meat, and human hair was turned into felt. Broken limbs and arms were piled up randomly, and there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

This is no longer a war, it is a naked massacre.

"Levi, Levi." Montvert came to the lord who was charging and shouted loudly on the noisy city wall, "Look! It's a crossbow! The enemy is changing direction!"

Levi stopped and a barbarian immediately took his place. He looked up and saw that there were a dozen crossbows placed on the platform of the inner castle in the distance. They were all aimed at the main battlefield, and now several of them were turning here.

Even two earth priests began to cast spells here.

Apparently, their terrifyingly fast siege speed attracted the enemy's attention, and they were transferring some of their forces to provide support here.

These crossbows are large crossbows installed in the castle. Not to mention three layers of iron armor, even if they were filled with a row of them, they would be plowed out with a line of blood.

As for how the lord knew this, the city wall here is obviously higher, and one can vaguely see the situation on the main battlefield.

The battle there was equally fierce. Because they were facing the most elite soldiers of Blackrock Castle, the group of Paladins and Mastiffs were actually evenly matched.

A crossbow arrow as thick as an arm avoided the interception of the ice sorcerer and instantly pierced through several armored mastiffs, even knocking over a dozen Northern soldiers behind them before finally stopping.

"Old Meng, I leave this to you! I'll take people to destroy the enemy's crossbow." Levi also yelled at Meng Weite, then swung his sword, "Follow me to the inner castle!"

It was too late for these guys to react. He had already led his men to firmly occupy this section of the city wall, making it easy for them to advance or retreat.

The barbarians immediately gave up the strategic goal of continuing to slaughter the soldiers in front of them and completely controlling the city wall. They followed the lord down the stairs they had just captured and rushed towards the inner castle.

Looking at the other side's back as he hacked at the soldiers pouring down the street and then disappeared into the complex of buildings, Montvit was completely convinced by the Lion Hunting Knight at this moment.

Frankly speaking, after wrestling with the Lion Hunter Knight and being beaten so badly that he lost all his temper, Montvit just felt that the other party was stronger than himself.

It was not until he saw the other party alone firmly occupy a section of the wall under the pressure of thousands of soldiers, winning an important strategic position for the latecomers, that he realized that the strength of this lion hunter knight was much higher than his. If it were him, even if he used his fighting spirit, he could only ensure that he could occupy a place, and he would not be able to control the position of the latecomers at all.

The enemy's group of orc subordinates are also extremely elite. Not only are they individually brave, but their terrible execution and discipline are simply chilling.

At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that it was a good thing that he did not join Damon's side, otherwise, facing such an enemy head-on, he would be beaten to death.

……

The lord led his men running through the streets that extended in all directions. Occasionally, a soldier would emerge from the corner and launch an attack fearlessly. The only outcome was to add more experience to the barbarians' upgrade.

Blackrock Castle is a castle built on a high slope, and the inner castle is also at the highest point, so when the lord turned his head and looked down.

The fate of the city wall was already decided. Under the relentless attack of the Northern Legion, the main troops of each noble joined in the battle. The defenders of Blackrock Castle were beaten back step by step, and the guards on the city walls were soon all killed.

The Paladins, Mastiffs, and others who had climbed the city walls earlier were advancing here in an orderly manner, gradually disintegrating the defenders' strength in the city.

"Hehe, I'm determined to drink this soup, Lord."

Levi smiled, but he was still extremely alert in his heart.

After all, he had suffered several losses at the hands of the Marquis Cross, so he had to be cautious no matter what.

The other side also discovered this small team that was heading straight for the inner castle and began to send a large number of soldiers to stop them.

Unfortunately, although the barbarians cannot be said to be the best in the world in field combat, when it comes to street fighting and hand-to-hand combat, it is absolutely difficult to find a force that can match them in the world.

The enemy was killed and defeated, and they advanced step by step.

……

In the quiet study, the books had long been moved out, and instead, various city defense maps and topographic maps were hung on the walls, with a lot of things written and drawn on them, like a child's scribbles.

The only mahogany table covered with a red tablecloth was piled with paper documents.

A fifty-year-old man with gray hair was resting with his eyes closed, like a dozing lion.

The noble, who had come to inform the news with great excitement, subconsciously slowed down his pace, fearing to disturb the awe-inspiring old man.

"Pasa, tell me, what's the matter?" Cross opened his eyes, unable to hide the fatigue in them, but even so, he still cheered up.

"Please forgive my interruption, sir. This news is really too shocking." The man called Pasa is a baron who is in charge of the magic stone of communication: "Just now, we received the news from the magic stone of communication."

In the past, no matter how he cursed, the magic stone of communication was just like an ordinary stone, but now it brought news at the critical moment.

Even if it would disturb this adult's rest, we cannot delay it.

"Let me guess? This should be good news."

Even Cross, who was so exhausted that he could hardly raise his eyes, couldn't help but make a joke, with a rare smile on his face: "Could it be that our Grand Marshal Damon has returned?"

Pasa was a little embarrassed, fearing that he would disappoint the old man, and quickly said, "The news came from the main force, saying that if we insist on defending the city, we will see a turnaround soon."

"He left one last sentence - the evil of chaos enveloped the earth. When the wings fell, the truth was revealed. The fireflies were weak and the night was dark. The lone wolf died, but the pack of wolves survived."

To be honest, this is just a slap in the face, but some news is better than no news.

He hoped to give the old man more comfort.

"Damn Mudham, this message must have been delivered by this minstrel pig. He is the only one who has been responsible for the other magic stone." The old man, who had always been calm, finally couldn't help but curse: "If I can live to see him, I must sew his damn mouth shut with the hair under his groin!"

Cross was so angry that his lungs almost exploded. What he hated most were these bards who thought they were noble but made their words obscure and difficult to understand.

"Sir, you must... No, we will definitely be able to see Mudhan alive." Pasa comforted the old man after his anger subsided a lot.

"Parsa, when I choose wildfire, I am doomed to choose between a military tribunal and hanging."

Cross leaned back in his chair, his eyelids drooping, as if he was just an ordinary old man: "Life is like this, it's a constant choice, and every choice is bound to have consequences. What makes me different from ordinary people is that I clearly know the consequences of every choice and am willing to face them."

He thought of his youth.

Because he chose to go to a military academy, the title that should have belonged to him was taken by his younger brother, so he could only join the army to earn military merits.

While complaining about his father being too partial, his current achievements were precisely due to this choice.

Hearing this, Pasa couldn't bear to look at the old man anymore.

Because of people like them, the old man, who could have been recorded in history for his glorious achievements throughout his life, had a stain on his face in his later years.

It's like putting a little more ink on a piece of white paper. Although it's not much, the overall impact will be huge.

It is really shameful to put all the burden on an old man.

"Chaos... evil... wings..." Cross rubbed his heart, trying to extract important information from these words and forcefully attribute it to the rebellious Lizardmen. However, he found that it was nothing more than far-fetched. In the end, he had to let it go and cursed the damned bard again in his heart.

"Sir, there is another piece of news. Someone has already broken down the city wall and is heading towards the inner castle."

Pasa bowed slightly and continued speaking.

"Who is the other side's commander?" Hearing this, Cross began to think about the arrangements he had made in advance.

"If the flag is correct, it should be the knight who was at the Cologne Banquet, named Levi." Pasa said carefully. He did not say it was the Lion Hunting Knight because the meaning of this title was too obvious.

"Oh? I know him." Cross couldn't help but sit up straight.

To be honest, a former pioneer baron would not even be worthy of his name appearing in front of him, but the experience of this newly-crowned knight in just six months was nothing short of a miracle.

Even more legendary than his life.

Back then, he was the one who rescued Miss Leah from Cologne and sent her to the North. Perhaps in the eyes of others, he was just a loyal and lucky knight.

But after careful consideration and using known intelligence to deduce, Cross immediately discovered that the opponent's move had absolutely nothing to do with luck, but rather strength!

Later, various news came from the northern border. Instead of being unknown or even defeated in the wilderness, the other side became more and more powerful.

In Cross's opinion, every time the other party experienced something, it was almost impossible for ordinary people to solve it, but the other party not only solved it but also turned it into a boost to himself.

From a small pioneer baron, he has grown to where he is today.

Therefore, Cross took him seriously and regarded him as a military talent with great strength.

Their charm is so strong that they can attract a group of powerful orcs to join them. Even though they are financially difficult, they can still maintain such a large military expenditure, not to mention the discipline of their subordinates. Through the study of past battle records, this High Cliff Castle team is definitely the strongest among the strong.

Although the number is small, it should not be underestimated.

So Cross became serious. If he had thought about it before, even if he deliberately opened the city gate, most of the opponents would not dare to act rashly.

Now he had to consider whether he could be of any use to this knight.

"It looks like I need to make some adjustments," he thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)