Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 398 Escape

The dull horn sound suddenly stopped, and the battlefield suddenly became terrifyingly silent. Veterans who had fought in hundreds of battles all knew that this kind of dull silence, where even the sweat soaking their clothes was not noticed, often represented a bloody storm.

The lord was standing on a carriage behind the Beast Blood Boiling Squadron of High Cliff Castle, his calm eyes scanning the defense arrangements of the Persian Gulf Empire on the city wall. Little Bugi was sitting on his shoulders, pulling his hair with his little hands and dozing off, feeling very sleepy.

The wall was only fourteen blades high, a little higher than during the Kalia War, but not much higher, and there was a huge gap on the side that was half-repaired with loess, which was large enough for dozens of people to pass side by side.

After all, it is just a port castle, far from being as tall and intimidating as Cologne or Gunda.

Levi felt a few barely strong elemental fluctuations on the watchtowers on the city walls. He looked over with an inquiring gaze and easily found the Medusa priests hiding inside.

At this time, five hundred griffin knights, led by Skye, flew over the Blood-Boiling Beasts Corps. The flapping of their huge wings stirred up gusts of wind and headed straight for the horned eagle riders above Stitch Castle.

"Sir, this is a siege after all, and the Persian Gulf Empire has more soldiers than us. How about we try to have our warriors attack in waves?" The hobgoblin stood beside the lord, and after careful consideration, he suggested, "Or wait until Captain Skye has dealt with the enemy's horned eagle riders, and then have them assist our warriors in attacking from above?"

If time was not so tight, it would rather slowly build weapons and waste time with the enemy.

"You have more people than us? Leighton, no matter how many sheep there are, they can only starve the lion to death!" Levi smiled and moved his eyes away from the city wall to the sea: "Your command ability is very good, but it is too conservative. If you are asked to defend the city, I am afraid that the only way for the enemy to break into the castle is to fight you head-on."

In the direction of the sea, Levi could already see soldiers as densely packed as ants pouring towards here from the huge ships, but with Leah's southern border soldiers behind them, he didn't have to worry too much, not to mention that an entire regiment of the Pir bearmen from Volebear had come to support the other side.

Not to mention defeating them, it is definitely enough to delay them.

"Darling, do you need us to chant a blessing spell?" Heather came out of the carriage. The drow elf was wearing a white long dress that showed off her proud breasts to the fullest. She came to Levi and naturally hugged the lord's arm.

It is worth mentioning that after Levi gave the wizard's soul crystal to the drow elf, the other party not only learned many powerful magics, but also successfully advanced to epic with the lord's massive resource accumulation at all costs and the system's two-pronged approach, and became the strongest magician in High Cliff Castle.

"Of course!" The lord snapped his fingers, and the doors of several carriages opened one after another. The Elf Chieftain Ashe, Master Fu Jin, the Ice Warlock Maisha, and three drow priests got out of the carriages one after another.

Sam, who was not far away, also hurriedly squeezed his legs together and rode the pony under his buttocks to rush over.

Apart from the group of new mermaid water elemental sorcerers who joined but did not bring them with them, these people are all the members of the Highcliff Castle's Amazing Magic Group.

The elf chieftain Ashe is a high-level warlock herself. Ever since the Whisperwind elves joined Highcliff Castle, she has been recruited by the lord as the deputy leader of the magic group.

Master Fu Jin is a high-level ice sorcerer, Maisha and the other three drow priests are all mid-level, and only old man Sam was finally promoted from a lousy shaman to a beginner shaman not long ago, and has a real rank.

"I will personally protect you here." The Lord looked at them calmly and said, "All you need to do is use magic with all your might. I don't care how you fight, but don't use magic on those Medusa priests. These guys are not bad. I plan to capture them all alive."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. With the tyrant here as a guard, no one else could do anything. He didn't have to worry about his life at all. He felt that this battle should be the easiest one.

"Okay." The Elf Chieftain nodded first, but she still hesitated and asked, "What if they use petrification on the warriors? We can't just watch them being petrified."

"Do you know the blessing of Remipsia? It is a large-scale defensive magic cast by a legendary strong man himself. Do you think the petrification spell of these Medusas will be useful?" The lord just sneered.

After he was promoted to the Legendary Templar, he went straight to the saint and asked for the divine arts that matched the Templar, three of which were the most powerful - Remipsia's Blessing, the Corona, and the Holy Light Blade.

Remipsia's Blessing is a panacea-type divine spell that can generate a holy light barrier for the caster, exempting them from all spells, curses, and sorcery, and even providing a boost in strength and stamina. The degree of immunity and amplification depends entirely on the strength of the caster.

Just from the name, you can tell that this spell is not some kind of magic from the sewers - because Remipsia is the personal chief maid of the Goddess of Holy Light, so it is natural that the magic named after her is of high quality.

The lord only learned these three most powerful ones, because the others were too simple, either lighting or dispelling curses. The blessing of Remipsia alone could cover most of them.

Originally, what he wanted most was to learn the divine art of flying, but unfortunately, it seemed that the reckless units were not worthy of possessing the divine art of flying.

The lord felt the whole world's malice towards warriors.

"Understood." Several mages nodded vigorously and cast spells silently. Several halos of different colors fell from the sky into the black slave team and the heads of the Beast Blood Boiling Team.

These soldiers all felt much more relaxed and had endless energy.

Levi also came out of his contemplation, turned around and said to the Blood-Boiling Beast Squadron and the Black Slave Squadron with a cold expression: "The attack order is as follows!"

Zat held his head high and his chest puffed out, while Kemish stroked his chest slightly.

"Charge!" The Lord shouted fiercely, "Don't leave anyone behind, attack them all! Use your martial arts to impress these idiots, and use your sharp blades to slit their throats. I want to see the flag of Highcliff Castle planted on the city wall in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!"

The orcs roared excitedly and beat their chests continuously, the sound was like thunder.

Kemish was dumbfounded, staring with his eyes wide open, unable to believe that he had heard such nonsensical words.

This is not professional at all! It's not tactical!

Is this something a commander should say?

Obviously, Kemish didn't know what a Mount and Blade Commander was.

When the opponent's strength is overwhelming, charging with the entire army is the simplest and quickest way.

After a cold look swept over, Kemish hurriedly shouted to the Unsullied warriors to charge towards the gap.

Anyway, the other party is the boss and has the final say.

However, when a ray of holy light visible to the naked eye descended from the sky and a faint holy light appeared on his body, Kemish finally understood why the Lord of High Cliff Castle was so confident. He felt as if he had endless strength.

The shiny riding boots stepped on the city wall that was covered with blood and minced meat and had not been cleaned yet. The brown cloak behind Mulan fluttered in the wind.

He observed the enemy's formation with his sharp eagle-like eyes. At the front were the rebellious Unsullied, followed by a group of outrageously burly steel-clad strongmen and a group of lightly armored archers. This was the simplest battle formation. At the end were a few carriages, and the enemy's commander was probably inside.

Wait! What is that? Mulan suddenly held her breath!

The crowd emerging from the carriage attracted his attention.

The dark-skinned elf beauty! The dragon-horned beauty! The Debe beauty! And the elf beauty whose skin was whiter than the horse milk on the grassland and whose legs were smoother and rounder than white jade! Such a beautiful face that made people want to press her down and ravage her!

Even if the other person clamps his legs around him, he can feel extreme ecstasy!

Mulan's hand holding the sword was shaking slightly. As a Half Moon Warrior with unparalleled sword skills, it was impossible for him to have hand tremors, but at this moment his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

These are a group of top beauties. Compared with them, the women he had slept with before are not even as good as sows!
The warriors of Gaoya Fort also rushed towards the city wall with roars like a tide. Mulan came to his senses and thought for a moment that he was dazzled. Using numbers to attack the city wall without any tactics was undoubtedly the stupidest way.

The enemy had completely exposed the flank of its infantry to the swords of the thousands of Golden Scorpion Cavalrymen at the city gate. If we sent out cavalry to reap the harvest, we could completely wipe out the enemy.

But when a golden light brighter than the sun descended from the sky and enveloped these thousands of Debe soldiers, making them look like warriors from the Kingdom of God, Mulan always felt uneasy in his heart.

Was I too cautious? Mulan secretly found it funny. The enemy had only about 5,000 people at most, and they attacked the city wall without any tactics. Even if those mysterious magicians of Debe cast some magic, it would not be enough to make these soldiers as brave as lions.

Moreover, not a single reserve soldier was left behind by the enemy!

Arrogant! It's so arrogant!

Why bother yourself with so much trouble? You might as well just let the cavalry attack their formation, and then let the brave Persian warriors chase and kill them!

The leader of the Golden Scorpion Legion closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was sure that he was not crazy. The group of beauties were still there, and the opponent's tactical arrangements were a mess. He immediately praised the generosity and mercy of the gods in his heart with the most pious tone.

"All Persian archers, listen up! When these two-legged sheep are within 200 steps of your range, concentrate your shots! And my beautiful Medusas, please pay more attention to the most powerful enemy knights and magicians. When we attacked the city last time, you were almost killed by the enemy knights. Please don't make this mistake again!" After praising the city, Mulan roared at the city walls and watchtowers, and then shouted to the two thousand Golden Scorpion men at the city gate:

"Everyone attack! Don't charge the enemy infantry phalanx first, go and capture those beautiful magicians at the back alive! If they drop a hair, I will skin you alive! Finally, crush those two-legged infantry from behind!"

"Remember! Remember! Remember! Don't hurt those beauties!"

"Hurry up!"

The Golden Scorpion Cavalrymen were all already sitting on the Demon Scorpion's spacious saddle. Upon hearing the order from their legion commander, they kept waving their spears and shouting wildly, desperately driving the Golden Scorpions to rush out of the open city gate, raising a cloud of dust.

The yellow dust rolled up and the shouts of killing were like thunder.

Dazzling blessing spells were shining, colorful spells were colliding in the sky, and Xiaoyong's orc barbarians were roaring like a storm.

If you want to destroy it, you must first make it frivolous.

This sentence is the most appropriate to describe the Golden Scorpion Legion.

Amid the scornful laughter of the Persian men, "Ice Crystal Shot", "Meteor Bombardment", "Kiss of Flame"... these spells or divine arts that ordinary people would hardly see once in their lifetime, were performed in large quantities in full view of everyone, and with the same target, they smashed into the wall in front of the Beast Blood Boiling Squadron.

With a loud "bang", the seemingly solid city wall became as fragile as paper under the power of magic. A huge gap was blasted out, and hundreds of soldiers on the city wall wailed and were smashed into meat paste by the collapsed wall.

Medusa's spells had been prepared long ago, but for the sake of concealment, they did not use them immediately, because their target was always the opposing magician or fighting knight, so that they could ambushed the opponent at the critical moment.

This kind of thinking is the most basic quality of every spellcaster who has experienced the battlefield.

Now that the enemy has cast the spell first, they will definitely need time to prepare the magic again. This is the time for them to attack. The Medusas were overjoyed, and the magic in their hands flew towards the Debe spellcasters in the front.

But soon they were dumbfounded.

The magic that he was so proud of turned into nothing as soon as it touched the bodies of those magicians, and nothing happened.

Magic immunity? ! !

how can that be!

If the opponent has a high-level magician, then casting magic on the opponent's immunity can at most resist low-level spells. How is it possible that even the high priest's spells are useless!
But this is just the beginning!
The Blood-Boiling Beasts Brigade was only thirty steps away from the gap in the collapsed city wall. The group of Persian men who had rushed to the gap had just formed their formation when they saw the enemy's hideous grin. Before they could react, pieces of blood flew across the gap and disappeared into the crowd.

Swish swish!
The bloody blades rolled, blood splattered, and the screams of the dying rang out one after another.

For the first time, the brave Persian men experienced what it meant to be powerless. Even though people hadn't even arrived yet, they fell down in large numbers like rice being harvested.

The ferocious orc barbarians also jumped into the gap, raised their steel shields covered with spikes and charged forward, not even bothering to swing their battle axes.

Clearly, the barbarians only had steel shields that covered their entire bodies, but in the eyes of the Persian men, it was like a huge city gate crashing towards them.

Just like being hit head-on by a mammoth, the Persian strong man in the front row was smashed into a meat paste like a strawberry. The abundant force knocked the team of thousands of people to the ground and pushed them back dozens of steps.

Someone tried to resist, but the other party just punched him, and the whole person instantly turned into a piece of soft rag, with all the bones and flesh in the body shattered.

Faced with this orc warrior with incredible powers and the ability to launch bloody blade attacks, the thousands of Persian strong men here could no longer control their nerves and began to flee.

On the city wall, Mulan watched all this with his eyes almost popping out.

(End of this chapter)