Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 307: Conflict with the Holy Sith State

The towering city walls are made of ancient boulders, and their surfaces are covered with mottled traces of time, as if telling thousands of years of legends and secrets.

On both sides of the city gate stood two iron statues of dragon men more than ten feet tall, their eyes inlaid with sparkling magic gems, as if they would wake up at any time.

It is said that this is the work of a legendary alchemist. Once these two iron men are activated, they will transform into ancient warriors to kill the enemy.

The gate itself was made of thick black iron, inlaid with complex magic arrays, and emitted a faint blue light.

A huge flag was hung on it, embroidered with the emblem of the city - a griffin with its head held high, looking down on everything, its satin-like feathers dancing in the wind, as if it would take off into the sky at any time.

At the city gate, dust was flying, and the sounds of horse hooves, wheels, and footsteps intertwined into a noisy clamor.

The farmers pushed wooden carts loaded with grain. Their faces were covered with traces of weathering and frost. Their rough hands tightly gripped the handlebars, as if they were afraid that if they let go, the grain on the carts would be snatched away.

The caravan's carriages drove slowly by, their wheels rolling over the cobblestones, making a dull sound. The carriages were filled with goods from afar: silk, spices, gems, and those unknown exotic items, exuding an alluring scent. The merchants sat in front of the carriages with fake smiles on their faces.

The knights in armor rode tall war horses, holding lances and looking at them with sharp eyes. The mercenaries looked around to see who would hire them.

Occasionally, you can see some orcs, elves, dwarves, and bards, who are either traveling in groups or hurrying along alone, adding a bit of vitality to the heart of this Derby.

The guards at the city gate were wearing silver armor and holding halberds, their eyes lazily scanning everyone who came in and out.

"Wow, it's worthy of being the royal capital. There are even orcs here. It's ten times more lively than Bailiu City." Maisha was overwhelmed just by looking at the various human-like creatures.

There are elves, dwarves, and gnome merchants, and you can even see orcs and pandaren.

"In fact, ever since our King created the Garden of Ten Thousand Flowers to collect the wonders of various races more than a decade ago, he has introduced a policy on 'accepting kind and intelligent races'."

The Lord was staring at a half-elf healer in red wizard robes.

Her facial features are just okay when viewed individually, and would rank last among the women he knows, but when combined together, they are very "seductive", especially her pectoral muscles that are about to burst out. Even the buttons of her loose wizard robe are almost broken by them. Every step she takes can make people experience what "turbulent" means.

Coupled with the teardrop mole at the end of the eye, she has a pure and coquettish feeling, like a kitten, tickling people's hearts and making them itchy.

The Lord noticed that he was not the only one looking at them. The silver-armored guards were also glancing at them. Even the old man Fu Jin was looking at them again and again. In the end, he seemed to find that this was a bit immoral and kept muttering, "It's really a corrupt and disgraceful atmosphere."

The open-minded elf doctor seemed to have sensed these fiery gazes that were hot enough to boil milk. He hurriedly covered his chest, concealed his face, and merged into the crowd with his companions.

It caused everyone to sigh.

"Brother-in-law, what's next?" Mir, who had been waiting for the next words, found that the lord had not spoken for a long time and looked over in confusion.

"And then?" The Lord looked away with regret and said solemnly, "And now the whole of Debe is very tolerant of other races that tend to be kind. You can see dwarf blacksmiths, elf rangers, orc fighters and the like everywhere."

"For example, the elf doctor just now is a member of a small team with his companions. They usually take on some tasks to earn bounties."

"For example, clearing out goblins and monsters, or looking for some magical materials or something."

This kind of group often calls themselves adventurers. The team usually consists of a doctor, warriors, swordsmen and archers. The stronger ones will be equipped with a magic apprentice who is proficient in both swords.

When Levi first came to this world, he did this job. After discovering that he could defeat goblins, monsters and the like by himself, he chose to work alone.

I don't know how I ended up on the path of becoming a lord, from which there was no turning back.

Otherwise, he could at least leave behind a good reputation among adventurers as the "Elegant Bloody Waist-Chopping Hand".

Elegance is the proof of his great looks, while cutting in half is the move that made him famous.

"Sir, let's go into the city first. I saw the prince's team ahead. If we speed up now, we should be able to meet them at the city gate." Sikai next to him interrupted the lord's fantasy.

"Okay." Li Wei agreed.

He also wanted to meet this prince to see if he was trustworthy.

But at this moment, another team entered the city at the same time. A burly man at least six blades tall, wrapped in an iron helmet, walked in the front, holding a huge white flag.

It is decorated with exquisite embroidery techniques and depicts a naked man holding a golden scale in his left hand and a silver scepter in his right hand - this is the human image of the god of alchemy, Lex Prima.

The scales represent the balance of all things, and the scepter represents absolute authority. It is said that this god is the embodiment of the laws of alchemy, in charge of the universal truth that "as above, so below; as below, so above".

Regardless of whether the other party has mastered this truth, the Holy Sith Kingdom's alchemy achievements in recent years are indeed ahead of the Seven Kingdoms.

It is even said that a giant Zhaidai Olephon warrior with blades several dozen times tall was created.

This is also the reason why the other side will take the initiative to create friction on the border, including but not limited to stealing cattle, occupying land, stealing water and the like.

These people from the Holy Sith Kingdom came to Gunda under the pretext of discussing the terrible incident of demons, but the real reason was something even the drunkards in Gunda could talk about for a whole day and night.

No matter what banner the other party uses, they are definitely not on good terms with Deby.

The two sides have been harboring grievances for a long time, and there is no way they can just let it go. It would be better to hope that the nun will become a prostitute or the prostitute will become a nun than to expect this.

Therefore, when they saw that there was another team flying the flag of the Debe nobles wanting to enter the city, the vanguard troops of the Holy Sith Kingdom squeezed forward directly, trying to get ahead and enter the city. After all, nothing was more important than suppressing the Debe people.

Although the barbarians always seem to have silly smiles on their faces and seem to be very easy to get along with, their inner arrogance is only slightly lower than the sun in Gaoya Castle.

They relied on their sturdy bodies to push past the pedestrians and squeeze through. The two sides bumped into each other, and neither was willing to give way, so they confronted each other at the city gate.

Logically speaking, this is the royal city, right under the nose of the king, who is at the pinnacle of power. This kind of incident is undoubtedly an extremely bad event, and such armed conflict is absolutely not allowed.

No matter how much hatred there is, one will still maintain a certain degree of restraint.

But unfortunately, both groups had no respect for the so-called king. The Holy Sith Kingdom was already thinking about how to fight with Debe, so how could they care about the king? And the barbarians of High Cliff Castle wanted them to respect the king? It would be better to let them put down their butcher knives and become great monks on the spot.

The most important thing is that both sides are powerful and are used to being arrogant in their own small areas. When they encounter such a situation, they will naturally argue about it, and even fight to the point of bleeding.

At first, there were only a dozen or so vanguards confronting each other, but as the conflict intensified, more than a hundred people gathered at the city gate in an instant.

The frightened farmers, caravans, and adventurers left in a hurry, fearing that they would become the targets of the powerful and have no place to complain.

After all, those shiny knives have no eyes.

Both sides are guard groups representing the reputation of their own masters. The number of people may not be large, but they are definitely elites carefully selected.

As we all know, the more elite they are, the more arrogant they are, which is unmatched by ordinary people. They don't even bother to raise their eyes when facing the enemy's knife. This is the result of their extreme confidence in the weapons and martial arts in their hands.

They watched the barbarians coldly, their hands calmly pressing the hilts of their swords. The barbarians crossed their arms and sneered, their eyes looking at the necks and heads of these short men, thinking that they could make them explode like watermelons with a single iron fist.

The atmosphere was solemn. The scene was like a house full of wildfire. Even a little bit of hot light could completely detonate it and would not stop until the dome was overturned.

The officers at the vanguard of the two groups tried their best to stay rational and restrain their subordinates, because the real person in charge had not yet come forward.

In this kind of situation, no matter which side's boss takes the initiative to talk and make concessions, it undoubtedly represents surrender, which also means that it will undermine the morale of the subordinates and make them lose their pride.

Therefore, this kind of cold treatment is the most appropriate way, and it can be resolved peacefully by just waiting for a third party to intervene.

"Boss, do you want to go?" Zat was already rubbing his hands, eager to give it a try.

Although they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, apart from the few incompetent swordsmen led by Sikai, their real fighting force was only the thirty or so warriors of the Gaoyabao Brigade.

But apart from the Centaur clan warriors and the Gnoll scouts, there were as many as fifteen Orc Berserkers!

As the leader of the orc warrior brigade, no one knows better than it how ferocious these guys are when they go crazy, just like they are holding back their poop.

It is a veteran who has been following the lord from the beginning, and it can tell about the opponent's level at a glance.

If we really fight each other, it will only take a little effort to deal with the few guys wrapped in iron in the front, but it's just a little effort.

It is estimated that he will be chopped into two halves by the berserker warriors in two hits at most. By then, with the advantage of preemptive strike, and the berserker's ferocity, it will be easy for him to break through and rush into the city first.

"Fuck, let's keep a low profile now." Li Wei rolled his eyes: "Do you know that your boss is in the limelight now? If you do something like this again, wouldn't you be deliberately giving others a handle to use against you?"

Although he said so, he was not prepared to take action to restrain the barbarians' thoughts.

As Gunda was the capital, a team of silver-armored guards with long spears were stationed at the city gate. However, perhaps because they felt that their numbers were insufficient or their rank was not high enough, they all ran back into the city, probably to ask for reinforcements.

After all, both parties are big shots whom they cannot afford to offend. If there is a mistake, they might be blamed.

And Levi was just waiting, waiting for them to invite someone of sufficient level to solve this problem.

By then, everyone will be on the same side, with the Holy Sith Kingdom being the only enemy country, and they will definitely help him solve this matter.

"Don't worry about these Debe barbarians, let's rush in first." I don't know if the other party also thought of this, someone in the Holy Sith Kingdom suddenly shouted, and the originally deadlocked team immediately began to push and shove.

Unfortunately, the tall barbarians in front of them were like a thick city wall, standing still despite wind and rain.

"Don't do it! Don't do it!"

A group of silver-armored knights wearing plate armor engraved with silver moons and stars attacked from a distance, surrounded by a middle-aged noble with an anxious face. Perhaps because they were in too much of a hurry, one of his shoes fell off.

At the same time, a team was parked in a street and was watching the situation at the city gate. Leading the team was a middle-aged man with a mustache and wearing a gorgeous suit, who was sitting in a carriage.

He had his hands cupped to his mouth, and magic power surged, forming a thin circular channel that no one could see, reaching directly to the sky above the city gate and then spreading into a trumpet shape.

"Your Highness, should we go and help Lord Levi?" asked a nobleman beside the carriage.

but……

"What are you still standing there for? How can you bully us like this? He's bullying us Debes on our own land. Roll up your sleeves and get him down!"

A voice very similar to Levi's suddenly sounded out of nowhere. The nobles were stunned, Levi at the city gate was also stunned, and everyone was stunned.

"Boss, I've been waiting for you to say that." Zat laughed three times, then immediately howled, "Everyone, come at me, I'll beat them first! Let's attack those idiots first!"

The scene was already chaotic, and no one could see whether their lord had spoken or not. However, the effect was immediate. The barbarians could no longer hold back, and they swung their huge fists at each other.

The two groups of people confronting each other collided with each other, and fists, sword sheaths, and sticks were thrown at each other. A shrill scream immediately rang out.

Li Wei was so angry that he almost fainted. He kicked the idiot on the butt: "Which eye of yours saw me talking?"

"The sound just now was exactly the same as yours." Zat touched his butt with a look of grievance.

"The master didn't move his mouth just now. Someone must have framed us." Leighton said seriously.

"What should I do?" Zat finally realized that he had done something stupid, and looked confused and helpless.

"What should we do? Of course, we should kill him first!" The lord rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards the huge iron man holding the flag. "Just be careful not to kill anyone."

This was no longer the time to argue about right or wrong, but a crucial moment that depended on victory or defeat. If he really lost, the old face of the Lord of Highcliff Castle would be completely lost.

With the Lord joining the battlefield, it was like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, and the already shaky scales of victory quickly tipped over at an unimaginable speed.

"It's over, it's over..."

The middle-aged nobleman in the distance looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, his legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground. He squeezed out a few tears and burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)