Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 294 Artifact Troubles
"And I."

Gus's face was calm. He swung the shiny huge double-edged broadsword in his hand and put it on his back. "No matter how powerful the enemy is, the Lionel will never be afraid!"

"Forget it." Zat curled his lips in disdain: "Do you know how far this place is from the Hengduan Mountains?"

"First, the battle would have been over by the time you ran over. Second, Gus, let me ask you, can you ride a dragon?"

Gus was silent. With the unique body structure of centaurs, it was okay to let others ride on them, but riding on others was really too much of an impediment.

Now, if one wants to enter the Hengduan Mountains, the fastest way is to ride on the giant dragon that Sophia has transformed into.

"Boss, add me in!"

"That's right, we are not afraid of this Flame Demon."

"At worst, you can die and become a ghost. We will still fight with you."

A group of burly men in Gaoya Fort stared at Levi, grinning to reveal a row of shiny teeth, their eyes surprisingly bright under the night sky.

Levi looked at them, feeling both moved and embarrassed, and got goosebumps all over his body.

No one is a fool. Even if they have not seen the Balor guarding the portal with their own eyes, just based on what Fatih said when he was here, they know that this is definitely not comparable to those little scoundrels in the past.

The Hengduan Mountains were far away at the end of their sight, but they could still feel the aftermath of the battle from the Bone Fortress, which showed how fierce the battle was, as if two towering mountain giants were fighting to the death to break off peaks between the mountains.

It is the instinct of all living things to actively avoid danger. Knowing that the road ahead is uncertain, these big-bellied men still want to go together without hesitation. They are really stupid.

"First, Sofia can't carry so many people, and too many people will slow down the process."

"Second, I'm not stupid. If I can't win, I will definitely run away."

Levi raised two fingers and said seriously.

"Do you believe what you said?" Zat curled his lips.

It had been following its leader from the beginning and had never seen the other party escape. Even when facing a giant dragon of unknown strength, it dared to lead a dozen homemade crossbows and dozens of people to slay the dragon.

No matter how powerful this Balor is, is he as strong as the dragon back then?

Levi touched his head, feeling it was difficult to explain to these idiots what it meant that those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.

Now that his family was wealthy and powerful, Gaoya Castle had finally developed, and he was about to enter the luxurious life of aristocrats, how could he take the initiative to take risks?

"Okay, it's settled. Do you dare to disobey the decision I made?" The lord laughed and cursed, directly using his power as a lord who was one level higher than him.

Without further ado, he turned over and climbed onto Sophia's back, who had regained her original form. He looked down at everyone and grinned, "Everyone wait patiently for me to come back, and then we'll go straight back to High Cliff Castle to eat beef pancakes!"

"Lift off!"

The wind was howling, blowing my hair wildly, and the scenery on both sides kept receding.

This situation did not last long, and Sofia soon entered a stable flight state above the clouds.

Judging from her flying speed, it won't take long for her to enter the Hengduan Mountains.

……

Powerful shattering sounds were heard continuously. The light column that suppressed the Balor Flame Demon was like a crystal column. As the opponent gradually straightened up, it continued to break into small pieces and finally dissipated in the air.

Mandela watched the other side cursing non-stop, while countless demons in the distance pounced on the elite red swordsmen who formed a battle formation.

Even a reef that stands firm will be worn away bit by bit by the constant erosion of the sea.

What’s more, they were just a group of flesh and blood. Under the crazy counterattack of the demons, the greatswordsmen were also caught in a tough battle.

"Berdolf, is this the only effect of the magic you prepared for so long?" Mandela said to the old man in the distance.

“General, I am only a high-level magician, not an epic one. It is not easy to suppress this Balrog whose rank has been restricted from legendary to epic for so long.”

Bergdorf rolled his eyes. Did he really think he was a golden-robed magician who could cast all kinds of world-destroying forbidden spells?

"Damn it, then let's just wait to die." Mandela cursed.

Although he said this, he looked coldly at the Balor Flame Demon in front of him and wondered how to kill him.

Although the opponent's movements were temporarily restricted, his hands could still move, especially the flaming sword in his hand, which was really too powerful.

Every fight was like a mountain collapsing and hitting him, making him feel very frustrated.

It can even be said that if it weren't for this weapon, this fire demon wouldn't be so difficult to deal with.

"I can still cast the Lighting spell once more, which can blind it for a while."

At this moment, Bergdorf's voice sounded in his heart. Mandela looked at the old man calmly, but the other side had a calm expression.

"My magic power has also recovered a little, so I can cooperate with you in the attack."

Fatih joined directly into this spiritual exchange.

Telepathic communication is a subject that every high-level spellcaster will study, because there are countless races in this world and not all of them can speak the common language. This spell can make it more convenient for spellcasters to travel across the continent.

"Row."

The three of them quickly worked out a strategy.

Both Bergdorf and Fatih came closer.

Now that the Balrog's movements were restricted, they were still safe for a short period of time.

"Damn you lowly creatures, you will be dead by the time I get out of this!" Bartli's mountainous spine was bent by the pillar of light from the sky. His two legs as thick as marble pillars sank deep into the ground. He roared like a tsunami: "I, Bartli Fiat 'Abyss Melting Soul', will let you see the wrath of a volcanic eruption. This wrath is enough to evaporate an ocean as vast as the Aegean Sea!"

"Bullshit!" Mandela cursed, signaling for action, "You are the one who deserves to die!"

"Krasius!"

Without any hesitation, Bergdorf chanted the spell in almost no time. He held up his staff, and the magic stone inlaid on it emitted a dazzling white light, like a small sun in the night, illuminating the surrounding scenery as bright as day.

"what!"

With a shrill scream, he was hit by an enhanced version of the lighting spell at close range. The tall and burly Balor covered his eyes with one hand, and tears kept flowing out.

"Fuck you!" Mandela shook his hand and threw the half-broken blood sword in his hand.

The blood sword seemed to be controlled by someone. It suddenly turned in mid-air and smashed straight into the sturdy wrist of the Balrog holding the flaming giant sword.

……

"thump!"

With a cry of pain, the huge flaming sword slipped from the once firm and powerful palm of the Balrog and fell to the ground. …

"Snapped!"

A huge arrow of light shot out and hit the hilt of the flaming sword, knocking it ten steps away.

……

"You despicable creatures, you have completely angered the unimaginably powerful. I will capture you alive and let the little demons torture you day and night, destroying both your spirit and body!"

"Let the gods hate your souls and bodies, and let you become lonely souls wandering in the abyss, suffering the pain of burning for eternity!"

After such humiliation, Bartley could no longer tolerate it. As if he had lost his mind, he roared and cursed like thunder.

"Before that, I will chop off your ugly head and use it as a urinal!"

Mandela instantly came to the front of the flaming sword that was knocked away, and his face was filled with bone-chilling coldness like an undercurrent in the sea.

Now both Bergdorf and Fatih have exhausted their magic power and are unable to cast powerful spells, and their blood swords are also broken.

Even if the fire demon's movements were temporarily restricted, it could not be killed completely.

Only by using the terrifying giant sword in its hand can its head be chopped off.

"You lowly ant, you think you can pick up my 'Degen's Howl'?" Bartli, who had barely regained some of his vision, looked at the human in front of him with tears in his eyes, who actually wanted to pick up the flaming sword. He was completely disdainful.
Mandela ignored him, his bald head glowing in the moonlight, the magic patterns on his arms surging, the fighting spirit in his body bursting out, the veins in his arms exploded like a dragon.

He knew that this giant sword was extremely heavy, but he was not without confidence.

With the support of all forces, he is confident that he can pick it up.

The fact was just as he expected. He grasped the thick hilt with both hands and let out a low roar. The flaming sword as heavy as a mountain was actually slowly lifted from the ground.

"This is impossible!" Bartley panicked for the first time and felt the threat of death.

No one knows better than it how powerful this legendary weapon is!
"Roar!"

As a result, the next moment, a loud dragon roar exploded out of nowhere.

It was like a thunderbolt in a clear sky, making everyone dizzy and Mandela, who was hit head-on, even had blood coming out of his ears and nose.

This was a roar from a mature dragon that was even more deafening than the previous one, as if the creature at the top of the food chain was roaring madly.
A red dragon soul emerged from the flaming sword, staring at Mandela with resentment. The next moment, the flames on the flaming sword clung to him like a leech, burning the bald warrior's armor and flesh.

Feeling the pain, Mandela instantly dropped the giant sword in his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't put out the flames on his body.

"Hahaha, ant, there is a red dragon soul on my sword. It is imprisoned on it and cast with a magic that blinds the mind. Everyone except the devil will be regarded as an enemy who wants to kill it. They will be burned by its own dragon flame until they turn into nothingness!"

Bartley laughed wildly, with a smug smile.

"This is the price you pay for wanting to pick up a divine weapon with your lowly body!"

"You will face the wrath of lava!"

There was a hint of panic in everyone's eyes.

Bergdorf sighed, helpless as he watched Mandela being burned by dragon flames in the distance.

This general who had experienced countless battles was truly powerful. Both in terms of strength and will, he remained silent in the face of such bone-eating pain.

Fatih watched silently, his pair of white and tender hands tightly grasping the staff.

Xian's face was calm, wondering whether he needed to take action.

At this moment, ripples appeared in the sky, and a golden-armored knight riding a magnificent silver dragon appeared in front of everyone under the moonlight.

"Look, that's..." Bergdorf looked at the back of the Balrog, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise.

Even though he had experienced countless major events, everything that happened today was too tortuous, and now a dragon knight came out of nowhere.

No... Bergdorf suddenly thought of the silver dragon girl in Highcliff Castle. Could it be Lord Levi?

"Despicable human, don't even think about deceiving me, Bartley Fiat!" The Balrog had a look of disdain on his face and struggled to straighten up. It only needed ten breaths to break free from the suppression of this spell, and then chop all the ants in front of him into minced meat.

But it suddenly felt unusually cold on its back, as if it was on the top of a towering snow-capped mountain. It subconsciously turned its head and saw a vast expanse of white, visible gas, and a huge silver dragon.

"Damn..."

He only had time to utter a few words before a cold breath poured down, all over the Balor Flame Demon.

Faced with a life-and-death crisis, this creature with the power to destroy the world began to struggle with all its might, and fireworks suddenly erupted from its entire body.

The cold breath that could instantly freeze the six-armed snake demon warrior into an ice cube was actually in a stalemate with him for a while.

Not only Levi, but even Sophia was shocked. They didn't expect that the invincible Dragon Breath would suffer a defeat here.

A huge figure instantly passed over the head of the Balor Flame Demon, proving that the baptism of dragon breath was over. If he wanted to do it again, he could only go back.

"Levi, my dragon breath has no effect."

Sophia's trembling voice sounded from her heart.

She learned a lot of spells, but for 99% of dragons, dragon breath is their most powerful means. Even dragon breath has no effect. She has no idea what other ways can threaten this demon, and she panicked again.

"I know." Levi said in a deep voice: "Put me down, and then go back to the Bone Fortress first!"

Sophia hesitated for a moment, and finally lowered her body. When she passed the lowest point from the ground, Levi jumped directly from above.

Wearing golden armor and carrying a weight of dozens of kilograms, his legs instantly cracked the bluestone slabs on the ground, but it did not cause any harm to the lord at all.

"Levi?!" Fatih recognized the man.

"it's me!"

The lord did not exchange any pleasantries and walked straight towards the Flame Sword and Mandela in the distance.

He had seen everything below from the sky before. Although he did not hear any sound, he could guess something just by looking at the behavior of Fatih and the others.

"Hehe...Levi, I have dragon flames on me, which are enough to melt steel. Don't come over here!"

Mandela was like a man of fire, his fighting spirit and magic patterns on his body were fighting against the dragon flames, but the effect was not good. Levi could already smell some meat.

He endured the pain and said his last words.

"We are no longer able to deal with this Balrog, and the portal is about to stabilize. The demon army on the opposite side is about to arrive.

Take Fadil, Flinna and the others away quickly, away from the southern border, the farther the better!"

(End of this chapter)