Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 269: The Situation of the Bone Fortress
In the corner tower on top of the Bone Fortress, this square room that is higher than the city wall is usually used as an arrow tower or to store supplies to defend against the enemy, but now it is used as a simple meeting room.

A team of twelve knights in golden cloaks and golden armor were guarding the door faithfully.

If you know something about Debe's first-class legion, it is not difficult to find that the standard armor they wear is the famous "Gilded Cassian Plate Armor". This equipment is mixed with the special metal "Orichalcum Steel", which makes it extremely defensive while weighing half as much as the same type of plate armor. In particular, its conductivity of fighting spirit is extremely good.

It is one of the most favorite standard equipments of the fighting knights.

The main reason why it is so famous is that this kind of equipment is only possessed by the southern part of the whole Derby, and due to the difficulty in making it, there are only a few thousand of them in the southern part after hundreds of years.

All of these equipment were used by Damon's Golden Lion Group.

The two complemented each other and eventually resounded throughout Derby.

Even in some knight novels, they have become the standard subordinates of the protagonist, which shows how famous these golden-armored knights are.

But now, the knights who should have been full of vigor and vitality have tiredness on their faces, and their exquisite plate armor is covered with various scars and bloodstains.

It really makes one wonder what kind of setbacks these proud knights encountered.

There was no sand table or map in this simple meeting room. There were only a few doctors working hard, sweating profusely, for a burly middle-aged man sitting on a chair.

A deep voice like a lion broke the silence: "Did Lancerod and the others break out of the blockade?"

A handsome young man wearing a feather hat stood beside him. He was fiddling with a palm-sized crystal object in his hand. Hearing this, he said with some discouragement, "Lord Lancelot led the Griffin Knights to rush out for dozens of miles, but they were beaten back by the group of Vrocks. There are too many of them."

After that, he sang in a low voice like a poet, "Evil has covered the sky, so that the sun can no longer shine on the earth."

The blond middle-aged man did not speak again. He was silent for a while before continuing, "Give me a bottle of brandy."

Several doctors looked at each other, and finally had to pour a shallow cup, but with a gurgling sound, it was directly drunk up: "Give me some more."

"Sir, you are covered with wounds. Although you have just been treated by the Saint, your injuries are still serious. Your physical condition does not allow you to do this." Several doctors advised him.

"I don't want to repeat it a second time." The voice was calm, without even a hint of anger, but like a lion, although already injured, it was still majestic and could not be refuted.

"Lord Damon, please forgive my rudeness." The handsome young man next to him couldn't stand it anymore and took the wine and put it on the table: "If drinking can solve the current dilemma, then I won't hesitate even if I drink ten bottles."

"You are the backbone of everyone here. If you are so depraved, what will happen to the soldiers and officers?"

"Mudham." Damon, whose burly body was covered in bandages, said helplessly, "Drinking can make my mind clearer, and I won't be disturbed by these things now, which will affect my judgment."

He pointed to his head.

But no matter how he explained, Mudhan still insisted: "This is for your own good. The little I just drank is the most I can give in."

Several doctors immediately left the place tactfully, fearing that they would be used as punching bags.

The air was heavy for a few breaths, and finally ended with Damon's concession, "How about going for a walk with me?"

"As you wish." Mudhan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

The knights outside the door immediately looked at the adult who walked out of the door with reverence.

"What are the movements of those demons?"

"According to Master Bergdorf, they have suffered heavy losses and may not be able to organize an attack in a short period of time." The knight captain responded, and then added worriedly: "My lord, you have just been injured. You should rest more."

Damon waved his hand without further explanation, and followed Mudhan to the top of the city wall, looking into the distance.

As the first line of defense on the southern border, Bone Fortress is a castle built on the plains.

In front of him was an endless plain, leading straight to a mountain range that spanned the Holy Sith Kingdom and Debe.

If it were previous years, the Lizardman rebels would have retreated by now, and the plains would have been filled with colorful wild chrysanthemums thanks to the nourishment of blood and flesh.

But now, a dark red swamp has formed under the fortress, and the soil has become muddy after being soaked in countless blood.

But there was no corpse to be found, because more than ten miles away from the city wall, countless smoke rose up, and all kinds of strange monsters were holding hands, jumping happily around the broken limbs and arms that kept rising and falling in the soup pot in front of them, mumbling in an unknown language.

The most common feature of these monsters is that they all have a sharp pointed tail behind them, and most of them have scarlet horns on their heads.

There are so many of them that they have completely surrounded the Bone Fortress.

"Mudhan, do you also think that my decision was a mistake?"

Damon looked at the densely packed demon camps on the horizon and suddenly said something.

His life can be called a legend. When he was young, he was given the title of a rogue knight because of his arrogance.

When he reached middle age, he was also called the "Golden Lion of the Plateau" because of his outstanding military talent and decisiveness in doing things.

Therefore, he achieved great success in his life, and many people even privately rumored that he should be the Duke of the South.

Instead of his brother, the old Duke of Shillong.

But Damon knew that he was not cut out for it. Just dealing with those government affairs every day was a headache. He might as well go to a brothel to kill time.

He originally thought that he would die of old age with a prostitute, and would eventually be buried painfully by Shillong in the place where they had played as children.

But the accident happened so quickly, Xillon died, and his wrong behavior brought him bad consequences. He had to go against his conscience and snatch the title.

Afterwards, he let the knight and his niece escape, causing the North to move south.

At the critical moment, a letter for help brought the army to the Bone Fortress, which eventually led to the main force being stuck in the quagmire and the fall of Cologne.

It seemed as if fate no longer favored him in his later years, which eventually led to these tragedies happening one by one.

Damon possesses an arrogance that is unimaginable to ordinary people. He never regrets or feels anything for what he has done, but today, looking at the army that suffered heavy losses in the Bone Fortress and the demons that are eyeing the city covetously.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and his thoughts wavered a little.

"No, my lord, what you have done is absolutely worthy of being sung by all the bards in the Seven Kingdoms." Mudham said seriously: "It is your choice now that has saved countless civilians in the south from the demons and allowed countless families to survive." As a bard, Mudham has long been yearning for all kinds of epic stories.

Now, because of Damon's choice, he is personally involved in a battle that will be recorded in history. How can he think that it is a mistake?

Not to mention, the other party's choice, in all conscience, did save countless civilians.

Without the defense of the Bone Fortress, these demons would be able to march straight into the heart of the southern border. The nobles and merchants in the castle would be fine, but the villages surrounded by only a few militiamen would be in trouble.

"Maybe." Damon did not comment, but his eyes became firm again: "Mudham, can you find a way to repair the magic stone of communication? I will continue to organize the charge tomorrow morning to see if I can send the letter out."

The situation in the Bone Fortress is now so bad, it’s not that they don’t want to ask for help.

I don't know from which day, things started to go wrong.

The magic stone of communication was sometimes effective and sometimes not, because it was interfered with by the warlock inside the devil, and the letter could not be sent out.

As for the messenger? The Bone Fortress surrounded by demons was like a beast in a swamp, and it was difficult to break free and rush out.

Even the Griffin Knights who came to help were just adding more fuel to the fire, allowing them to hold out longer.

These demons were smart. They didn't allow them to ask for help from the outside world. Instead, they surrounded the Bone Fortress and prepared to destroy them first.

Because once they bypass the Bone Fortress and enter the heart of the southern border, they will definitely be attacked by them in the rear.

Now we can only hope that the people outside will notice that something is wrong here and send reinforcements.

"How is your health, sir?" Mudhan looked worried.

"I am the Golden Lion of the Plateau. This injury is not enough to stop me from wailing. I will do what I can while I still have the energy. The rest will be left to the Mother Goddess of Earth." Damon turned around and patted his shoulder, with his usual arrogant smile on his face.

"Sir..." Mudhan felt his heart warmed, and those demons became not so scary anymore.

"There are still a thousand Lion Knights left. We need to make good arrangements... cough cough..." The severe pain in his chest made him cough lightly a few times.

He took a blow to the chest from the six-armed snake demon. If the "Thorn Guardian" magic on his armor had not been activated, he would have gone to see Xillion long ago.

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On the plateau, dozens of gnoll scouts were investigating the situation in scattered groups, stopping from time to time to let the wolves under them move their noses and sniff something.

Li Wei was riding on the double-edged Beifeng's back. This height made him stand out from the crowd without being too exaggerated.

Fujilo, who was a head shorter than him, knew this little trick very well, but pretended not to know.

Although he was made equal to the Lord of Highcliff Castle when he was conferred the title of Baron, he still had to continue to address him as Sir after the latter was conferred the title of Marquis.

This time he brought a total of one thousand cavalry, plus three hundred heavy cavalry from Gaoya Castle and two hundred gnoll scouts, a total of fifteen hundred soldiers acting as the vanguard.

This number was finally decided after consideration and discussion.

If they encounter a large enemy force, they will maintain high mobility and will have no pressure to retreat. If they encounter a small team, they will also be able to fight.

However, Fujiro was envious of the professionalism of those werewolf scouts.

Their keen sense of smell allows them to detect the enemy's movements from miles away, and this ability is even more outstanding if they are searching for large forces.

Until now, following the werewolf scouts, although they have not encountered the figure of this demon group of unknown origin, the traces along the way proved that they were not chasing the wrong group.

He was even thinking about whether he should go back and recruit a group of gnolls from the wilderness to serve as scouts for the Legion of Thorns.

But he quickly shook his head and rejected the idea, because the werewolves were bloodthirsty in nature and were destined to not be organized into a regular army.

Therefore, Fujiro admired the Lord of Highcliff Castle even more. Anyone who was not blind could see the god-like awe in the eyes of those gnolls towards this lord.

He could only attribute this to the fact that Levi possessed a heroic spirit that was rare among ordinary people, which allowed these arrogant and unruly wild people to submit to him willingly.

But he didn't know that the lord had no heroic qualities at all. All he had was a pair of old fists and a system that was made up as a gift from the God of War.

With a two-pronged approach of carrot and stick, a group of ignorant wilderness bumpkins have to be subdued.

"Sir, we have discovered something ahead." Hogg came from a distance riding on a wolf.

With its gnoll scouts, Gaoyabao naturally took on all the scouting missions.

They had been marching for a while since they left Cologne, but the demons that attacked Cologne at night seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. If it weren't for the vivid sight of the demon corpses outside the city of Cologne, they would have thought it was a dream.

I didn't expect that the news would finally come.

"Hogg, what have you found?" the lord asked after taking off the telescope from his eye socket.

"We found a village ahead, where a group of demons gathered. We roughly estimate there are several hundred of them."

Fujiro took out a map, compared the environment, and quickly answered his doubts: "This village is an ordinary rural village. Because it is very close to Cologne, farmers do not grow vegetables, but grow tulips to sell in the city. The population is only a few thousand people. What do these demons want to do?"

Fujiro's doubts have existed since he left Cologne. This group of demons that attacked Cologne at night seemed to have no purpose. They were neither marching anywhere nor attacking Cologne. It was completely unknown what they were doing.

"It's just a makeshift team." The Lord had a different opinion: "I admit that this group of idiots can come up with a plan to pretend to be Andao troops and trick the gates of Kelun into opening. They are indeed much better than the rural militia."

"But they are essentially a small army, and their discipline is obviously not very high. Seeing that they can't enter the beauty in front of them, Kelun, they can only turn around and look for these open-minded villages in the countryside to kill."

Although the words were a bit rough, the Lord's words were to the point.

Originally, the goal of these demons was to trick Koren into entering this city of millions and massacring them at will, but they did not expect their plan to be discovered, so they could only come to the village without city walls to massacre the unarmed farmer and the farmer's daughter with freckles on her face.

In Levi's opinion, this group of demons is just a bunch of weaklings, so it's better to kill them as soon as possible.

So a total of 1,500 people advanced while forming battle formations, and finally arrived at this small village called Yada.

(End of this chapter)