Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 279: Handsomer Than Orcs
The seven or eight six-armed snake demons were like wolves entering a flock of sheep, instantly disrupting the infantry's formation. The shield formation that had been advancing in an orderly manner suddenly came to a standstill.

These warriors are not just brute force warriors, they are all natural weapons masters, capable of looking down on the small soldiers in front of them.

With six arms, they are like a three-person team that works closely together. The two shields are enough to prevent most attacks, and the spears and swords in their hands can be used for both long-range and short-range attacks.

It can be called a mobile war machine.

The commanders in the distance knew that if they let ordinary soldiers strangle this group of six-armed snake demon warriors, they could only rely on the number of heads. Now that victory was in their grasp, there was no need to add unnecessary casualties.

After receiving the order not to fight head-on, the infantrymen all breathed a sigh of relief and began to change their formation, surrounding the six-armed snake demons with spears. They no longer fought head-on, but instead restricted their range of movement.

The gazes of the six-armed snake demon warriors were a mixture of brutality, cruelty, and bloodthirstiness. They were more than three blades tall, looking down at the dwarf humans in front of them.

They let out a loud howl towards the sky and were about to start a new round of fighting, but their bloodthirsty expressions froze in an instant.

A dense rain of arrows from the sky was attacking the open space, and the continuous and piercing sound of arrows breaking through the air was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Crows were soaring in the sky, making sad cries, as if regretting the hero's demise.

The six-armed snake demon warriors were completely unable to withstand such a large number of arrows, and their bodies were covered with arrow feathers, but their vitality was indeed strong enough. They charged forward a few steps with arrows all over their bodies before they staggered, swayed, and fell on the grass. Blood flowed from their bodies and gathered into a small stream on the ground.

"It's over." Levi put down the telescope. These six-armed snake demons were stronger than he had imagined.

He thought the opponents were so weak at first, only because they were weak compared to him. Before they had a chance to show their strength, they were chopped down by his sword.

It was not until now that the other party crashed into the crowd that he perfectly demonstrated his bravery.

Levi thought of what Fatih said, that the number of these six-armed snake demons in the Bone Fortress was enough to form a legion of two or three thousand people. No wonder Damon suffered a setback here and lost the whole battle.

The most important thing is that the enemy can continue to replenish their troops with the abyss behind them. Either the speed of killing is faster than the speed of their reinforcements, or the space channel is closed. Otherwise, once time is prolonged, it will only become more and more disadvantageous to them.

To be honest, if the demons also had large-scale weapons, this war would probably not be as easy to end as it is now.

Unfortunately, a battlefield is a battlefield, there is no such thing as "if" at all.

Soon, the cavalry distributed on the flanks began to charge, strangling the remaining scattered demons, determined to leave no one alive.

The other party is a different race from the Middle Ages, so there is no need to consider moral issues at all. Leaving even one of them behind would be disrespectful to the gods of their own faith and irresponsible to the barefoot farmers in the countryside of Debe.

Finally, the demon corpses were collected in a large pit and collectively burned. Now the temperature in Debe has begun to warm up. If these corpses are not handled properly, a terrible plague may be caused.

Anyone with a conscience cannot sit idly by and watch this happen.

After dealing with everything, the army did not stop to comfort itself from the fatigue after the war, but continued on its journey towards the Bone Fortress.

The demon corps ambushing on the lonely peak, together with the evidence from the escaped paladins, made the northern nobles realize the seriousness of the matter.

Then there was another sunset and sunrise, and finally the army stopped on a plateau with a stream next to it. This high point was obviously a very good place to camp.

This place is only about ten miles away from the Bone Fortress. Standing on a high place and looking out, you can vaguely see the outline of a huge castle in the distance.

If the commander is not a good-for-nothing, he will not turn a blind eye to this place.

Countless scouts began to return to the two places, and as expected, the two sides had some small-scale clashes, but it was obvious that the North had the upper hand, and thus brought a lot of important information.

"I guess I've never seen so many people in my previous life." The lord stood on a huge rock on the high slope, holding a telescope and gazing at the Bone Fortress in the distance. He felt like he was suffering from claustrophobia.

The Bone Fortress was a fortress built on a mountain. Although its walls were not as high as those of Koren, they were still eighteen blades high. At this moment, the forest in front was full of dense bonfires, which made people feel uncomfortable just like the acne pits on a person's face.

These bonfires were surrounded by a group of demons, who were either sleeping on the ground or jumping around in celebration. None of them were proper camps.

Just like a group of Sihanouk people in the abandoned continent in the far west, these dark-skinned savages are still in the era of hunting. Their clothes are animal skins and their weapons are stone tools. They are still a long way from slash-and-burn agriculture.

You know, even the orcs in the wilderness know how to graze, so it can be seen that their level of civilization is low.

Although these demons had no camp to speak of, their numbers were really large, and they almost covered the entire woodland outside the Bone Fortress, as if they had covered the earth with a layer of red carpet.

"Sir Levi, in fact, the demons here are just a corner of the tablecloth." Since being rescued, Bergdorf has been eating and drinking freely in High Cliff Castle. He doesn't look worried at all. "The demons guarding that space passage are truly numerous and everywhere."

"Actually, I'm curious about a question." Levi threw the telescope to Mir, who was already impatient, and asked something that no one present had thought of yet: "These demons are so numerous that the daily logistical consumption alone is an astonishing figure. The area around the Bone Fortress is all deserted wilderness, and there are no villages for them to plunder. How do they sustain the consumption?"

"According to Lord Damon, the mountain lizardmen in that mountain range were the first to be attacked by the demons. Even if they haven't been annihilated yet, only a few old people, children, women and children are left, migrating deeper into the mountains."

"These lizardmen are enough to sustain them for a while. Afterwards, they will eat the corpses of their own kind who died in battle, or directly eat those low-status demons." Bergdorf took off his wizard's pointed hat. Now the southern border has gradually begun to get hot. He has not practiced spells related to ice and snow, so facing the hot sun, he can only choose to endure it.

"The lizardmen who have made the South Territory suffer for a hundred years have been dealt with so easily. If the old duke knew about this, he might be so happy that he would jump out of his coffin." Levi told a cold joke, but no one present laughed.

"Thank you." Bergdorf took the piece of bright red watermelon handed to him by Mir, thanked him, and continued, "Anyway, eating grass, plant roots, and corpses, or even high-level demons eating low-level demons, you won't starve to death anyway."

"Life is so rough." Levi took a big bite of the watermelon. The cold juice immediately filled his mouth and he felt satisfied.

I remember when we went south, it was still snowy and icy, and everyone was wrapped in thick cotton clothes. I didn’t expect that now we can eat cool and refreshing watermelons.

If any of the Debe legions had to live a life like the devil, I'm afraid every one of them would have laid down their weapons long ago and let their lord go to the front to fight alone.

Even though the soldiers of Gaoya Castle do not have any military expenses, their food, accommodation and transportation are all covered by the lord.

The food we eat is also prepared according to the highest standards, and we can eat as much as we want as long as it doesn’t go to waste.

This kind of expenditure is not much different from military expenditure. This is also part of the reason why everyone in Gaoyabao doesn't care whether military expenditure is paid or not.

There is no need to elaborate on the important reason why we regard the lord as a god.

"I didn't expect that you would still be in the mood to chat and talk at a time like this." Fujiro appeared out of nowhere. Looking at the people in High Cliff Castle who were still talking and laughing, he was full of admiration and extended his hand: "Mir, please give me a piece."

You know, when people came here and saw the huge army of demons with their own eyes, there was a collective uproar throughout the North.

This comparison clearly shows the difference.

“Tsk, will these demons disappear just because we are worried?” The Lord snorted twice. Although he was also shocked in his heart, he put his hands behind his back in front of outsiders and said calmly: “I always believe that destiny is in our own hands. These demons are already grasshoppers after autumn. In this battle, we, Debe, will definitely win!”

"Awesome!" Fujiero gave a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart.

If anyone else said this, it would seem like bragging, but when it came from the mouth of this lord, one could not help but feel convinced.

Levi waved his hand modestly, then asked, "What does Duke Florina say? Do you want to fight or not?"

Unlike the trip south, now he is representing Leah and Highcliff Castle to deal with these demons. He is not under the command of Florina and can make his own decisions on some matters.

But when it comes to such a large-scale battle, the decision is almost always made by the other side.

After all, the most taboo in war is having two voices and inconsistent decision-making power.

"This is exactly why I came here." Fujiro threw the watermelon rind down the hillside and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Duke Florina decided to wait for reinforcements to arrive before attacking. During the waiting period, we will focus on defense."

"When will the reinforcements arrive?" Levi began to think about what to do during this period of time.

"They are only one day behind us. They will probably arrive tomorrow night." Fujiro looked at the horizon and said, "I heard that the Griffin Knights and the Lionheart Elite Red Swordsman arrived first."

"During this period, Sir, you can make some preparations."

……

A day is really short. Even the basic defense facilities outside the army had just been completed, and a day was gone.

Early the next morning, a strange wind blew from the north, blowing the ankle-deep ryegrass like dancing wheat waves.

Thousands of Griffin Knights attacked from the horizon and finally arrived above the camp.

Coming with them was the famous Lionheart Elite Red Swordsman.

They arrived faster than expected, but that was also expected.

The other side completely abandoned logistics and rushed to travel at full speed, even by flying. If it weren't for the delay in sending messages, they would probably have reached the Bone Fortress earlier than the Northern Legion.

The Lord Griffin Knight had seen it before, so there was nothing to be curious about. His eyes fell on the greatswordsman who had come riding on a griffin.

This group of sturdy men, who were each two feet tall, all wore azure breastplates, with two arms as thick as marble pillars exposed. They crossed their chests with their hands, and had an arrogant look on their faces as if they were the best in the world. Their bodies seemed to exude a magical effect that could make the villains retreat.

The most eye-catching thing is that they all carry a two-handed sword on their backs that is taller than their heads, which looks very intimidating.

After all, anyone who can wield a two-handed greatsword has already proven that his strength must not be much weaker.

Apart from anything else, the momentum of this top-notch powerful army is fully demonstrated.

Wherever their eyes swept, the Northern soldiers instantly dodged and avoided the other party's sharp eyes like knives.

When they looked at others, others were also looking at him.

Whenever their eyes met, the orc warriors would just scratch their buttocks and look at them with interest as if they had seen something strange.

The centaurs crossed their arms over their chests, drooped their eyelids, but their eyes wandered on each other's heads and necks, thinking that at this distance, a few arrows could pierce the opponent's neck.

This made these arrogant great swordsmen feel very uncomfortable. Since their debut, anyone who saw them had to lower their heads for fear of being stared at by them. Now they were the first people in history who had to look them in the eye.

This was different from those previous knights who forced themselves to look at each other but were strong on the outside but weak on the inside. They could see curiosity in the eyes of these orcs and centaurs, the same look as if they were watching a monkey in a cage dancing.

Just when the lord thought that these great swordsmen were going to say "What are you looking at", he unexpectedly retreated and turned his head to avoid staring at them.

This is not fear, but shyness.

The staring eyes of these barbarians were just like those of a country bumpkin who saw a gorgeously dressed prostitute when he first came to the city.

No one can resist this kind of look.

On the other hand, the orcs were not shy at all. Their faces were exactly the same as someone else's. They just tickled their noses and asked curiously:
"Boss, why are these swordsmen acting like sissies?"

"Because you guys are handsome. Anyone who is stared at by a handsome guy will shyly avoid his gaze." Levi rolled his eyes and cracked a handful of melon seeds out of boredom.

"Hey, really?" The barbarians touched their faces, flexed their huge biceps, and used various movements to show off their muscularity and feel good about themselves.

"Bullshit, that was the look you guys gave each other when you were country bumpkins looking at a golden nugget, but you ended up being so shameless that the other party couldn't stand it first!"

Levi rubbed his forehead helplessly, and he finally realized how thick-skinned they were.

(End of this chapter)