Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 280 Meeting
While waiting for the order to set off, things were not as peaceful as one might have imagined.

Such a large-scale military mobilization could not be hidden, so it naturally attracted the attention of the devil.

The opponent's commander was not as stupid as imagined. Faced with this situation, he did not directly send out a large army to fight the two sides. Instead, he only sent out a small team to harass. The two sides tried several times and then the matter was dropped.

"Although the intelligence of low-level demons is low, the intelligence of high-level demons serving as officers, such as succubi, six-armed snake demons, and wizards, is no worse than that of humans." Most people were confused about this, but Bergdorf hit the nail on the head: "The space channel is not stable now. They must spend time to continuously reinforce it until the abyss is completely connected to our world. Therefore, the longer the time is delayed, the better it is for them. There is no need for them to fight us head-on."

"It can be seen that the opponent has tightened its defense during this period, making everyone feel like they have no idea where to start." Leighton responded immediately.

"Actually, I'm quite curious about how the other party stopped Master Bergdorf's surprise attack." Levi was lying on the chair with a comfortable look on his face. Sophia behind him was massaging his shoulders attentively.

It's not that he had to hire child labor, but since the last time she massaged his shoulders, the lord thought it was a good massage, so he gave her some change and asked her to go to Cologne to buy some snacks or popular toys.

Unexpectedly, this allowed the other party to discover a way to make money. He had to massage his shoulders every day and would not go on without it.

As a result, his bones are almost loose these days.

The unemployed goat-man maid was just like a shrew and could only stand aside and watch with a resentful look on her face.

"Because the demons guarding the space channel are extraordinary and terribly powerful." The old man, who seemed to have everything under control and practiced both magic and martial arts, had a rare look of worry on his face.

"How do you force it?" Mil took over the conversation and poured a cup of hot tea and handed it over.

"This requires us to talk about the current classification of magic and fighting spirit levels." Bergdorf took a sip of tea and drank it slowly.

"You say."

"Although the classification of low-level positions has changed a thousand years ago and now, the position of those who can truly be called strong has remained unchanged since ancient times."

"What rank is it?"

"You are just standing here to make fun of me?" The Lord rolled his eyes like a dead fish: "Can you guys just be quiet and listen for a while?"

"You go ahead." Mir touched the back of his head awkwardly.

"For example, magicians can be roughly divided into apprentices, formal magicians, low-level, mid-level and high-level." Bergdorf was obviously an old man with a young heart. He waved his hand in a show of skill and a flaming bird appeared out of thin air in the tent. It kept circling in the air and finally flew into the teapot. The cooled teapot began to boil again.

Everyone immediately gave a thumbs up and gave a lot of compliments.

Bergdorf waved his hand modestly, and continued, "The subsequent ranks are epic and legendary. The epic is also known as a hero, and the legendary is also known as the strongest person closest to God."

“These two ranks, whether it’s fighting spirit, magic, or bards, druids, or necromancers, are shared by all realms. They are the strong ones who truly stand at the top and are respected by everyone.

No one dared to breathe, waiting quietly for the answer to be revealed.

The old man looked around and his expression became serious: "Our great wizard is the only legendary master at present! And the demon guarding the space channel is a Balor Flame Demon, and his strength is equally strong!"

There was a sudden sound of people gasping all around. If it was just a matter of rank, they would not be able to feel the difference. But once there was a reference figure, the opponent's strength would shatter their last bit of luck.

The great wizard who sits high in the Mage Tower is a famous figure throughout the entire Medieval Continent.

Whether passed down orally or recorded in books, this great wizard is not only powerful but also wise. He can predict the future and is proficient in all kinds of magic that can destroy the world.

He had assisted many wise kings in history and helped civilians suffering from war to emerge from the dark ages. As a result, he became famous in the Middle Ages from an adventurer.

As his cultivation became stronger, he became the Grand Mage of the Mage Tower. It is said that he stayed in the Mage Tower to protect the entire medieval continent from the invasion of evil demons.

The lord was skeptical about this and thought that the greatest evil demon must be this demon from outside the domain.

But he has been fine until now, so he feels that although it is undeniable that this legendary magician is powerful, he is definitely not able to predict the future or even monitor the entire medieval continent as the legend says.

"If he is really that strong, let's just go to bed and go back to our own homes and find our own mothers." Levi said indifferently while eating watermelon.

He knew that Bergdorf was definitely exaggerating and causing panic among the crowd, because he could no longer hide the smile on his face, like a child who had pulled off a successful prank.

You know, although Levi has never seen a legendary strong man, he has read a lot of books. No matter which book it is, the legendary strong men described in it are all top strong men who can easily destroy a country.

He is a ruthless person who can really shit on the king's neck in this world, and the other party will still smile and say that he shits well.

If that Balrog was really that powerful, with just Damon and his gang of punks, the Bone Fortress would have been breached long ago. How could it have held out until now?
"Ahem, if the opponent is in the abyss, he must be a legendary powerhouse. Our world today is not used to this level of powerhouses. In addition, the opponent has suppressed his strength to pass through the space channel. His strength is only at the epic level, but it is still tricky and deserves to be taken seriously." Bergdorf cleared his throat twice and said the follow-up with a smile.

In fact, the reason why Thorin Baine has been staying in the Mage Tower since he was promoted to a legend is because although the magic tide has arrived and the elemental power has begun to surge, it is still not suitable for legendary powerhouses to survive.

You can only move around by staying in the Mage Tower.

"cut!"

Immediately, a chorus of disdain was heard in the tent. Everyone despised Bergdorf's marketing method of relying on gimmicks to shock people.

Exactly like someone.

"Actually, it makes sense when you think about it. You can't raise a dragon in a diving boat." Levi mumbled a word that no one had ever heard of, but everyone was already used to it.

"That's right, those few fish in the stream are not enough to fill my stomach." Sophia immediately nodded in agreement.

"If it was just that Balor, with the help of Her Highness the Saint and Lord Lancerod, we might have a chance to hold it back." Bergdorf shook his head. "But there are seven or eight succubi serving him. They lead such licentious lives that even an old man like me can't bear to look at them. There's no way to lure them away. Although their martial arts are terrible, they are proficient in all kinds of magic and are very difficult to deal with."

"Damn, what a bunch of sluts who only know how to cling to the strong!" The lord drooled with envy, but spitted in a serious manner.

"With our sudden attack, the enemy's guard on the space channel is probably even tighter now." Bergdorf placed the staff horizontally on his knees and stroked the magic stone on it. "But now with your joining, Lord Levi, I don't think the enemy can be dealt with. This is a rare opportunity to go down in history and become a hero."

"Master Bergdorf, you think too highly of me. I am just a country lord. Let someone more capable do this." The lord shook his head repeatedly, and then pretended to be stupid and looked down at Heather's perfect long legs next to him, as if they were embroidered with flowers. Although he thought he was very strong, he had never faced a legendary strongman. He was not a fool who rushed to measure the opponent's strength just because of the big cake of the hero title.

Whether you can win or not is another matter. But if you rush into a fight without knowing the other party's strength, you won't know how you will die.

Each time he attacked, it seemed reckless, but in fact, he only attacked when he knew that the opponent was no match for him.

To put it simply, just stay calm and don't act rashly until you have figured out the situation.

Just at this moment, the sunlight through the door curtain was blocked, and a dark shadow walked in from outside.

"I wonder if showing up at this time will disturb everyone's mood for the tea party." Fujiro said in pure common language, showing off his proper aristocratic manners to the fullest.

This fellow had clearly disturbed me, yet he still had to put on a hypocritical attitude of aristocratic etiquette.

"It's been a few days since we last met. Your noble temperament has become more and more outstanding, Old Fu." The lord immediately said in a sarcastic tone and threw an apple over.

"If you stay among a group of nobles who strictly observe etiquette every day, you will be lectured for the slightest mistake." Fujiro was not angry. He took the apple and started to bite it: "Even a pig can be taught to be meticulous."

Arriving at the camp at Gaoyabao, he completely let go, looking somewhat lazy and casual, without any airs at all.

He was born into a small merchant family, or even a commoner. He was discovered by the old general because of his talent and has been in the Legion of Thorns ever since.

Until the old general passed away, he was valued by Florina for his outstanding talent and became the commander of the Legion of Thorns.

He was recently conferred the title of Baron of Maple Leaf Lake, and in the past, the nobles used to address him in private by unpleasant names.

In fact, he didn't like this kind of hypocrisy, but he had to learn it in order to deal with those nobles.

"Why bother with them? Just live your life the way you want." The Lord said disdainfully, "I don't believe they can eat people."

Think of this man, Li, who used to be notorious among that group of nobles. He was privately known as a country baron, a vulgar savage who was only worthy of marrying the daughter of a barefoot farmer in the country.

But since they went south and easily captured the small town of Kalia, captured General Cross alive, broke through the city of Cologne and many other major events.

His reputation has undergone many twists and turns. Not observing etiquette is considered to be careless, while speaking crudely is considered to be amiable and approachable.

Suddenly I felt like I was surrounded by a bunch of nice people, and there was no longer any of the exclusion I had before.

Fujiro shook his head and didn't talk more about this topic.

He could not be compared with the Marquis of High Cliff Castle. He was able to be canonized because of the other party.

That's why I always feel that the baronship was obtained in an unfair way and I can never be strong enough.

"I'm here to inform you to attend the pre-war meeting. The remaining reinforcements have just arrived, and we are going to discuss how to completely eliminate these demons." Fujiro stated the purpose of his coming here.

Ever since Andao's death, the people in the North have had a good relationship with this lord, and he is the only one who can act as a messenger.

The other party is now an honorary marquis, and sending a messenger would be disrespectful, so his coming is just right.

"Got it." Levi waved his hand.

In addition to the previous Griffin Knights, the king later dispatched another 50,000 Gunda soldiers, and the Duke of the East summoned a dozen nobles to form 60,000 soldiers for support. Due to border issues, the West only provided a certain amount of supplies.

There are nearly 300,000 soldiers gathered here now, and the division of the garrisons alone is a huge problem. Fortunately, Florina is experienced and well prepared, so the reinforcements can be easily stationed once they arrive.

Because there were too many people, a warehouse built with birch trees was cleaned up a little and used as the new legion headquarters. It was surrounded by wooden walls and had no additional decoration on the outside except that it was strong and windproof.

The lord led Bergdorf and Fadil to the meeting. His reputation was already well-known in the Northern Army. The silver-armored halberd soldiers guarding the door saluted respectfully: "My lord, Duke Flinna and the others are already inside."

"Sir!"

Just as Levi was about to step into the tent, a shout came from behind.

"I didn't expect to see you here again." A thin young man with a sinister face forced a smile and walked over from a distance.

Uh... who is this guy?

Levi showed an awkward but polite smile: "Please forgive my poor memory, who are you?"

"Sir, my name is Burton Tedby. We met last time in Mithrin." Burton kept smiling and was still very polite.

"The illegitimate son of the heir whose brother died? I know you." Hearing this, Levi immediately lost interest: "I hope you can make the people of the Dreadfort more healthy and prosperous, instead of relying on despicable means such as skinning to maintain your rule."

I thought he was some big shot from the royal city, but he turned out to be just a small fry.

To be honest, Levi has absolutely no feelings for the people in this family. It has nothing to do with politics, he just looks down on them.

A family that relies on skinning and various tortures to maintain its rule and dignity is really not worthy of being mentioned in public.

Although the free people living under other nobles were severely exploited, at least they could still get enough to eat and their security was guaranteed.

But it is said that the farmers living in the Dreadfort pray every day that they will not run into these people from the Tedby family.

Because maybe just because they are in a bad mood, they might catch them, skin them, and torture them to satisfy their own desires.

(End of this chapter)