Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 284 Demonic Pattern
"That is Debe's unique magic pattern, which is drawn on the body by an alchemist using specific patterns and special magic materials. It brings various blessed powers to the person who carries it."

"You can think of it as simplifying the complicated and huge alchemical array, shrinking it so that it can be used on humans."

Fujiro explained it to the bumpkin lord.

"I see." Levi snapped his fingers. "I guess those blood swords are also a unique alchemical magic creation. At that time, I was wondering how this blood sword can restore the holder's physical strength after killing someone. I'm afraid this magic pattern is the medium for the conversion between the two."

"That's right." Fujiro nodded.

"Otherwise, if the blood sword is obtained by the enemy, then the enemy can also use it, right? This kind of powerful magic equipment will have unique restrictions to prevent accidents."

"What a smart move." Mil on the side exclaimed, seeming to feel a lot of inspiration.

"So what kind of power can these blood sword magic patterns bring?" Levi continued to ask.

Apart from being the key to controlling the blood sword, these magic patterns can also enhance the power of the holder, making them even more valuable.

"This has always been a secret, but through the performance of the Lionheart Elite Red Swordsman in battles over the years, everyone has guessed something."

"This magic pattern can increase the strength and speed of the Red Swordsmen, and even their physical strength and fighting spirit, usually by several times. The strength of the increase can be determined by looking at their hair."

"Hair?" The lord looked puzzled.

"It is said that the greater the increase, the less hair there is." Fujiro smiled slightly.

"Oh my god, then Mandela must be extremely powerful?" The lord was shocked.

Compared to other great swordsmen who still have short hair, Mandela's head is completely bald, even reflecting light, like a big boiled egg. This is a true portrayal of me becoming stronger and balder.

Originally, the lord had some aspirations in mind, thinking that if he also got this magic pattern tattooed on him, his strength would continue to improve.

But when I saw this situation, I just gave up.

His strength is already strong enough, there is no need to abandon that handsome hair for that little increase. He should just practice the "Book of Holy Words" honestly. This kind of crooked shortcut is not acceptable.

But the barbarians are not good-looking to begin with, so it doesn't matter if they lose their hair. I can give them a tattoo if I have the chance, the lord thought secretly.

Even if there is no blood sword, it is enough to enhance physical fitness.

The orc warriors who were listening attentively nearby didn't expect that their hair would be lost due to someone's momentary thought.

"Is there no way to avoid this side effect?" Levi asked unwillingly. He still wanted to struggle.

"Sir, nothing in the world is perfect. Everything has flaws to some extent." Fujiro spread his hands and even sighed. "Magic Pattern is a high-level technology. All countries are doing their best to study and research it. The side effects of the Debei Blood Sword Magic Pattern are already minimal."

"In the Eastern Persian Gulf, those magic pattern warriors are even Unsullied, because their magic patterns will make them consumed by sexual desire, so they simply solve this side effect directly."

All the men present couldn't help but feel a chill in their crotch. As well-known heroes, they could not accept this at all.

In this comparison, the side effects of the Blood Sword Demonic Pattern are indeed very small.

"Ahem, then what about this Blood Sword Demonic Pattern? Can outsiders draw it?" The Lord brought the topic back and continued to ask.

"It's difficult. This is the core technology that the royal family has always kept in their hands." Fujiro shook his head, completely shattering someone's fantasy.

"Everyone, I'm afraid the symposium is over now." Lanceroyd walked into the room with his scarred armor and raised the letter in his hand: "Just now, General Mandela and Duke Flinna wrote to me. I'm afraid we have to join the battle together."

The two looked at each other and went to gather the troops at the same time.

……

The sun was high in the sky, and the breeze was blowing gently, blowing on everyone equally. Military flags of different colors fluttered in the wind.

The leaders of the Bone Fortress stood on the city wall, looking at the crowded bloody line in the distance. Both sides were trying their best to push the front line back.

Life and blood were being consumed at an unimaginable rate, even a meat grinder could not achieve that speed.

"Now the main force has formed a balance with the demon army. They have mobilized all the troops in the mountains. Therefore, Duke Florina hopes that we can attack from the flank and inflict heavy damage on the enemy."

"And the Griffin Knights have completely taken control of the sky. General Mandela will bring the Lionheart Red Swordsman and Master Bergdorf to the depths of the Hengduan Mountains to close the space channel."

"What we have to do during this period is to delay the attention of these demons as much as possible, so as to buy enough time for General Mandela and his men to bypass the Hengduan Mountains." Lancerode told everyone the details of the war. The strong man in his forties or fifties seemed to have returned to his youth and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Everyone, this is our chance to become famous throughout Derby!"

No one objected to this.

Isn't this the reason why they are here?

Of course, in addition to Damon, the former Grand Marshal of the Southern Territory is thinking about what to do after this war.

"Sir, I never thought that I would have the chance to fight alongside you." Fujiro smiled, seeming to recall the days in the wilderness.

At that time, he thought that after being promoted to baron, he would no longer have to call the Lord of High Cliff Castle "Sir". Unexpectedly, in just half a year, the other party was promoted to Marquis. He was afraid that he would never be able to surpass that in his lifetime.

"Don't worry, for Lolina's sake, I will take care of you." The lord patted his shoulder and said casually.

This made Fujiero's expression freeze. Well, he didn't expect that even after becoming a baron, he still had to rely on his sister.

But he seemed to be thinking about something. His sister is now in her twenties, and because she focuses on the family business, she has not yet married.

And now this lord has not yet married. One is unmarried and the other is unmarried. They are simply a couple chosen by God.

Although my sister is inferior in status, if I use the entire chamber of commerce as a dowry, then it should be completely feasible.

Before he could continue thinking, a loud horn sounded, and the army of the Bone Fortress formed a formation outside the city.

It was divided into two major groups. One was the army of the usurper in the south led by Daemon, and the other was the reinforcements led by Levi. In addition to Highcliff Castle, there was also the Legion of Thorns led by Fogelro and thousands of Dreadfort soldiers of Bolton.

Among a group of Debe soldiers whose average height was only 1.89 meters, the hundreds of orc warriors and centaurs with an average height of three meters stood out, just like a few big pumpkins mixed in with a group of potatoes.

Especially the soldiers of the Dreadfort. The Northern soldiers are basically 1.9 to 2.5 feet tall. Some of the Dreadfort soldiers are only 1.7 feet tall, maybe because the lord is too harsh and the food is not good or what.

He looked just like a dwarf in a musical, used to set off the heroic knight.

But this does not mean that their fighting power is low. On the contrary, these guys are very stable and flexible, and are very suitable for fighting in the woods. The lord put on the gorgeous golden plate armor that Leah gave him in Koren, a white cloak on his shoulders, a mithril holy sword on his waist, and a beautiful helmet on his head.

The sun shines on his body, shining with golden light, making him look like a saint.

It is rumored that this armor was passed down because Leah’s ancestor once had a paladin who held a high position.

It had been sealed in the treasury, but Leah felt that the treasure should not be left to gather dust, so she gave it to the lord.

The real reason is, of course, that Leah wanted to see how handsome the lord would look in this armor. This matter is certainly not something that should be told to outsiders.

This armor is not just an ordinary plate armor. In addition to its excellent defense and extremely light weight, it also has the ability to amplify holy light.

Although this is an antique, its capabilities are definitely not bad.

This world is not like the previous life, where modern objects can crush ancient objects. Here, the more something is related to antiquity or ancient times, the more awesome it is.

However, in terms of the property of amplifying holy light, the lord thinks it is really unremarkable.

He himself has so much holy light that the weapon cannot bear it, so even if it is amplified, it will be useless.

"Aren't we dozens of times more powerful than those paladins now?" The lord, who had changed into new equipment, naturally came in front of the barbarians and showed off his power.

"It's impressive, but too dazzling." The barbarians gave a fair evaluation.

"You know shit. This is called holy light. The more golden it is, the more the Goddess of Holy Light pays attention to us. This is favor." Levi continued to talk happily to himself.

"Cut~"

At this moment, the thoughts of hundreds of barbarians were unprecedentedly unified, and they all made disdainful sounds.

They have never seen their leader truly believe in the Goddess of Holy Light. They only pay lip service to the goddess and show their attitude of using her when she is useful and throwing her away when she is not. As long as they pay attention to him, there will be undead.

After everything was ready, as the attack horn sounded, teams of soldiers quickly advanced to the side of the distant front.

In fact, the so-called battle line is just a valley with gentle slopes on both sides and a flat area in the middle. Both sides are desperately attacking each other's hillsides.

They were equivalent to going around to the rear of the demons, like a sharp knife inserted into the middle of a scallion, completely cutting the battlefield apart and forming a pincer attack with the main force.

But in the meantime, they had to pass through a woodland first.

It was a forest with tall trees and dense grass on the ground. Any smart person would probably send someone to explore it first to prevent an ambush.

Unfortunately, everyone rushed in here without any preparation.

And in the woods, countless scarlet eyes suddenly popped out from the grass on the ground and the leafy treetops above their heads, looking at the humans who were getting closer and closer on the plain ahead, with ferocious gleams in their eyes, revealing a rebellious look.

The demons are not fools. They have long been on guard against attacks from the humans in the Bone Fortress, so they have set up an ambush here.

Looking at the humans getting closer and closer, they wondered where they would tear them apart later.

As a result, just as they were about to step into the woods, those humans seemed to have sensed something, and they all stopped at the boundary between light and darkness, then took out jars of something from behind and held them in their hands.

"Bring up my Italian grenade, sir!"

They only had time to hear the loud shout, and then looked at the sky in confusion as countless rockets and balls fell from the sky.

These balls fell to the ground, but only a turbid liquid spread all over the earth and trees, and it smelled like the pungent smell of the abyss.

Just when they were puzzled and even dipped their hands in the liquid to taste it, rockets fell one after another. Their eyes were almost blinded in an instant. Wherever the liquid touched, it suddenly caught fire.

Some of the unlucky people who were contaminated by the liquid turned into fire men, crawling up from the ground and jumping down from the trees.

They are not dead and can feel pain.

The entire forest became a sea of ​​fire. Countless demons hiding inside jumped out one after another. The oil on their bodies provided sufficient fuel for the flames, and the air around them was also distorted.

When he discovered pine wood in the wilderness, he sent people to collect it and made it into kerosene.

Because it is too rich in oil and easily self-ignites, this kind of pine wood is only found in the cold north and is almost non-existent in Derby.

This thing's effect is only slightly inferior to alchemical creations like wildfire.

Not all of the energy was used up in the last attack on Cologne, so this time we might as well let these demons have a taste of their fill.

The barbarians smacked their lips in satisfaction only after they had thrown away all the kerosene in the cans.

Not to mention, they found this method quite exciting. Even Fujiro was itching to throw two.

Unfortunately, compared to the barbarians' accuracy, he was like an unskilled jack of all trades, and he threw two of them more than ten blades away from the group of demons.

I was too embarrassed to take it because I was despised by the lord who kept shooting at me like a machine gun.

The soldiers and horses continued to pull the bows and arrows in an orderly manner, killing the demons in the woods one by one, further expanding the results of the battle.

With the help of kerosene and a gentle breeze, the demons ambushing in the woods suffered heavy losses and had to retreat.

In order to ambush, they didn't deploy too many troops here, just to catch people off guard.

Unexpectedly, before the fight even started, thousands of demons disappeared in the sea of ​​fire.

"These demons are so stupid. Griffin Knights are circling overhead every day. Do they really think their ambush is perfect?"

At the end, the lord spat with disdain.

Even if there were no griffin riders to scout, he would not rashly go into such a terrain that was obviously full of ambushes out of caution.

It didn't stop until it got close, just to allow the kerosene can to reach the best throwing point.

(End of this chapter)