Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 399: Capturing Medusa Alive

Before Mulan could come to his senses, there were continuous shrill wails coming from the sky. The horned eagle riders were exploded into pieces by the magic crystal arrows, and an artificial blood rain poured down from the sky.

The armor on his body could block ordinary arrows, but it could not block this kind of arrow feathers that would explode with just the slightest contact. What's more, the archery skills of the enemy's griffin knights were extremely sharp. Even if he managed to dodge, his throat would be pierced by the spear that followed.

"Where's the priest?! Where's the priest?! Concentrate your fire on these griffins first!" Mulan roared at the Medusas on the watchtower behind him at the top of his lungs.

He simply couldn't bear to think about it. If they lost the horned eagle riders and lost air superiority, they would have to endure the arrows shot down by these griffin riders from the sky.

The Medusa priests were sweating profusely on their foreheads, and they quickly turned their spells towards the Griffin Knights in the sky - "Petrification", "Earth Elemental Spikes"... the colorful spells hit the Griffin Knights again.

But it didn’t work! It still didn’t work!
This group of enemies are blessed with extremely advanced magic immunity spells!
It was not something they could solve at all! They could only fall into an awkward situation where they were powerless, which made these beautiful snake priests feel for the first time that magic was such an inconvenient thing.

The other side definitely has a legendary elemental user!
This shocking news echoed in the minds of the Medusa priests. They were already considering whether to leave the city wall and find a safe place to wait. Magic was useless to them and their fighting power was at best able to defeat ordinary people. When facing elite soldiers, they could only have their beautiful heads chopped off.

And when the magic support in the rear fell into deep thought due to magic immunity, the Golden Scorpion Knights who had just rushed out of the city gate were in big trouble.

These guys rode on giant scorpions that were 1.5 meters tall, holding huge claws and carrying five-meter-long spiral spears.

The Golden Scorpion's own shell is the hardest armor, and as cavalrymen they also wear sophisticated chain mail. Two thousand people together form a rolling steel torrent that seems to be able to flatten everything in front of them.

But before they could howl with excitement and express their feelings of victory, a row of colorful spells swept over from a distance. These powerful spells immediately exploded in the cavalry group, creating a rain of blood.

The torrent of steel instantly knocked people and horses off their feet, and before they could react, the next wave of spells came one after another. The amazing magic groups that had experienced the lord's successive spells did not give the opponent the slightest chance.

The two thousand cavalrymen were instantly blown into pieces by the powerful magic before they could even form a formation.

In particular, Heather's epic spell was the most powerful. One "Rock Burning Flame" could burn at least four or five hundred cavalrymen into charcoal.

This is because powerful magic takes too long to prepare, and people usually use their best and fastest magic on the battlefield. Otherwise, if this epic magician were to prepare slowly, one spell would be enough to declare the cavalry regiment without magic support dead.

It’s no wonder that magicians are such a respected profession. These guys are as powerful as gods when facing ordinary people, and they are impossible to resist at all.

"It's over, it's over." Mulan felt as cold as ice when he saw that the powerful cavalry he relied on the most was destroyed in an instant.

He couldn't understand why the ending was so dreamy when everything was just as he expected, so dreamy that he felt like he was dreaming a dream from which he couldn't wake up.

And it suddenly turned from a beautiful dream into a nightmare.

"Hold on! Hold on!" The Persian officers roared at the top of their lungs, their swords bending and slashing, but they still couldn't stop the Unsullied from fleeing.
Kemish had led his men to break through the gap and rushed into the city wall. The three thousand black slave warriors of High Cliff Fort showed no mercy when facing their former fellow Unsullied. The spears in their hands were sharper than usual, and they had endless strength. The seemingly indestructible battle line was torn apart by them bit by bit. They were also advancing towards the city wall, preparing to occupy it first.

"Is this the power of magic?" Kmir was a little stunned. It was the first time he felt that his men were so brave that they were not human. Compared with the past, they were just like a crappy militia in the countryside.

The nightmare of the Persian Gulf soldiers did not end there. The orc warriors had already jumped into the city wall, led by Zat and berserkers wielding battle axes. Ordinary soldiers were as powerless as chickens in front of these guys, and they could wipe out a large area with just one punch or one kick.

The archers on the city wall hurriedly shot arrows to suppress the barbarians, but unfortunately, at most they could leave a small white mark on the barbarians' extremely sophisticated three-layer heavy armor.

They were rushing towards the city gate, targeting the group of Medusa beauties on the watchtower.

Faced with such fierce guys who were not as fierce as humans, the one thousand Unsullied slave warriors who came to support them urgently were frightened by the massacre like cutting wheat before they even started fighting. They simply dropped their weapons and ran away. Their rout and scattered formation made it impossible for the barbarians to have any hindrance and they could slaughter them more easily.

The brave Persian men refused to believe it. Seeing that chopping off dozens of heads could not stop the slaves from escaping, they simply rushed forward with swords in hand, howling. However, after only thirty pulses, they fled in all directions at an even faster speed, screaming miserably.

"It's so horrible! God is above! No one can stop this group of devil-like warriors!" The Persian officer who had escaped with his life lay on the ground with a dry mouth, his heart still beating wildly.

He really couldn't understand why the opponent was wearing such heavy armor, but was still as agile as a monkey, and his martial arts skills were not even as good as the strongest Blood Blade Dal.

This time the battlefield fell from the area behind the city wall to the city wall. The city wall was full of black slave warriors. They lined up in small queues, holding up spears and round shields and advancing slowly. One step behind them were swordsmen holding swords, who were responsible for chopping and killing close enemies.

The warriors of the Persian Gulf Empire were poked like hedgehogs by the slave warriors led by Kemish. These warriors once again displayed strength far beyond their own ability in the hands of Gaoyabao. They were so elite that the people of the Persian Gulf Empire even doubted whether they were the Unsullied trained by themselves.

At this time, Mulan no longer had the leisure to command the battle. He and the remaining 200 powerful Half Moon Warriors were thrown into the meat grinder on the city wall.

Kemish's eyelids jumped. He naturally looked at the group of swordsmen holding luxurious scimitars. As a former noble of the Persian Gulf Empire, no one knew better than him how powerful these warriors were.

Not only does he practice the secret method of blood and energy, but he also possesses a sacrificial vessel infused with divine power.

Blood and energy were flying everywhere, scimitars turned into rainbows, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. The Half Moon Warriors were using their profound blood and energy cultivation and scimitars that could fly out of their hands to delay the last time.

After all, they were the most powerful warriors, and they blocked the attack of the black slave team. The section of the city wall where they were stationed was as impenetrable as water and could not be broken at all.

Kemish had no other choice but to use human lives.

"Step aside!"

At this moment, a group of burly warriors with a wild aura rushed over from the back. They had no roar or roar, but just a silent murderous aura. The smell of blood on their bodies could be smelled from three miles away.

They jumped into the crowd swiftly, and there was a continuous sound of sharp blades cutting flesh and blood.

In a moment, just a moment, fifty of the Empire's Royal Guards, the Empire's strongest half-moon swordsmen of less than two thousand, were cut into two sections.

Especially the tallest and most burly warrior among them, who chopped down more than a dozen people with his bloody blade. Mulan was swallowing his saliva wildly. He could not believe that the powerful Half Moon Warrior was as weak as an ordinary soldier. There was a Half Moon Warrior who wanted to rush up for revenge, but was knocked off the wall by the opponent with a punch.

The Half Moon Warriors were in despair.

Under normal circumstances, their scimitars can cut the throat of a mammoth, their blood can knock down a flock of geese in the sky, and their knife skills can chop off the wings of a fly.

But today, Xiaoyong's Half Moon Warrior was completely helpless.

Not as strong as others! Not as fast as others! Not as skilled as others!
What kind of enemy are they facing?

An unprecedented rout and the disastrous defeat of the Half Moon Warriors made the soldiers of the Persian Gulf Empire see the gap clearly, and they rushed into the city frantically.

They no longer have the extra rationality to think about the problem that if they run in, they will be caught in the same trap.

Mulan didn't know where his helmet had fallen. He looked back and found that the enemy had not chased him, but was occupying the city wall at their leisure.

"Capture those Medusa bitches for me first!" The lord almost rushed to the city wall, put one foot on the back of a Half Moon Warrior who didn't have time to run away, waved his hand in a commanding manner, the flag of Gaoya Castle behind him fluttered in the wind, and he looked like a real boss.

The pretty faces of the Medusa beauties who had just swam down the city wall turned pale in an instant, just like the wives of warlords whose houses were broken into by bandits, and they were swarmed over by the barbarians with ropes in hand and tied up.

Looking at the eleven Medusa priests in front of him, not one less, Levi waved his hand and asked them to be taken away for later disposal, and then continued to give instructions: "Kemish, leave a thousand soldiers here to guard the city wall, blow the horn, and welcome Duke Leah into the city. The others will come with me into the city to deal with the last rogue army!"

He did not forget that Leah was leading the troops behind to block the Persian Gulf Empire army on the sea. There were more and stronger legions there, with at least nearly 100,000 people. He did not think that Leah could hold them off with just tens of thousands of people.

Therefore, the first thing to do after occupying the city wall is to force the enemy to retreat here.

Their mission was only to attack the city walls, as for the fleet on the sea, Bernard would naturally send others to deal with it.

……

On a slope five miles from the sea, the southern army set up fortifications. They had only one goal, which was to delay the army attacking from the sea and wait for the Duke of the Wilderness to capture the city wall.

No one doubted that the other side could capture the city wall in a short time with only four or five thousand people. Many of the soldiers were the ones who were stationed in the Bone Fortress. No one knew the ability of the Dragon Knight Duke better than them.

As expected, as soon as they arrived here, the ships of the Persian Gulf Empire docked and countless soldiers poured down from them.

There was no opening remarks, as the two sides immediately became furious when they met.

Blood and flesh were flying, and shouts of killing were deafening.

There were also magicians in the South Territory, a total of ten warlocks from the Church of Mother Earth. These magicians who were proficient in the element of earth were of great help in delaying time.

"Ground swamp", "sharp rocks"... countless earth element magic perfectly disrupted the fleet's offensive.

However, this advantage gradually disappeared after the opponent's priests joined the battlefield, and even became extremely difficult.

At first, a large number of soldiers were turned into stone statues - there were too many priests on the other side, with more than twenty of them stepping on the beach alone. They were simply not something that ten magicians could stop.

"Ms. Leah, let us go." A sturdy man stood up from the side and said in a muffled voice.

Today, Volebear is wearing the uniform of a High Cliff Fort officer, a beret on his head, and no weapon in his hand. Behind him are a group of Bearmen of the Pier tribe with hot air coming out of their noses.

Considering that these bearmen have the ability to transform into beasts, wearing armor is completely useless, so Gaoya Castle only equipped them with leather armor, and will only make suitable armor for them when they find metal or magical materials with good ductility.

"The opponent's petrification spell is too powerful." Leah looked at the battlefield in front of her with a headache. Even the Fighting Knight could not withstand the petrification spell and instantly turned into a lifelike stone statue.

In this situation, no one is of much use.

"Ms. Leah, the bestiality of us Bearmen of the Pier tribe not only brings us unparalleled recovery power, but also extremely high elemental magic resistance. As long as they are not priests of too high a rank, their petrification will have no effect on us!" Voribel argued.

This is the first battle of the Pier tribe since they came to Gaoya Castle. If they retreat now, how will Lord Levi look at them?
They might as well not be called bear people, just call them rat people!

The soldiers of the Persian Gulf Empire had already rushed up the slope. There was no time to hesitate at this moment. Leah could only nod and say, "Vorebel, I'll leave it to you. You don't need to go too deep. You just need to disrupt the opponent's offensive momentum."

"Roar!"

As soon as he finished speaking, five hundred bear men of the Pier tribe collectively transformed into beasts, turning into huge monsters, roaring and rushing towards the Persian Gulf Empire army.

……

"Ulidal! Ulidal! The walls of Sterch have been breached by the enemy!"

A horned eagle rider flew hurriedly from the direction of the castle to the sky above the ship on the sea. After landing on the deck, he was still holding his waist, where blood was oozing out.

“How is this possible?!” The smile on Uli’s face suddenly stopped. His terrifying gaze shifted from the battlefield to the horned eagle rider, and he shouted, “Mulan has a total of 20,000 soldiers defending the city, and the Debe soldiers attacking the city are at most 6,000. Since the start of the war, there is not even enough time to have sex with a woman. How could they be defeated?!”

"In the name of the Eternal Heaven! Ulidar, look what that is!!"

(End of this chapter)