Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 421 Dragon Burns the City Amidst the Mist

The "Fire En Elemental Barrier," which the fire mages were so proud of, groaned under the combined bombardment of nearly a hundred spells from the Tyrsey and High Cliff Fortress mage groups, like glass struck by a heavy hammer.

Cracks spread wildly across the crimson magic shield, and its light dimmed rapidly. It lasted for less than two breaths before shattering amidst a blinding flash and the shrieking of elemental turbulence.

A torrent of colorful elements swept across the city walls. These spells, the signature techniques of the mages, were nothing short of annihilation for the fire mage whose barrier had been shattered.

With just a touch, nearly half of the mages were annihilated in the elemental torrent. Before they could even scream, the section of the city wall where they were stood was as if it had been hit by a meteorite, with half of it gone.

The Persian Gulf Empire soldiers in other cities had no time to be alarmed, because the sky seemed to be set ablaze the moment the shield shattered!
The colossal dragon, hovering above the battlefield like a moving mountain, opened its massive maw, large enough to devour an entire section of the city wall.

An indescribable, destructive energy gathered and compressed deep in her throat, seemingly emitting a heart-stopping buzz that distorted and burned even the air.

In the next instant, a pure, viscous, magma-like jet-black dragon breath, like a divine spear of judgment, tore through the remaining magical turbulence and thin morning mist, pouring with perfect precision onto the city walls that had just lost their magical protection.

Do not!
The desperate cries of the Persian Gulf soldiers were instantly silenced.

"Zizi~"

Wherever the jet-black dragon's breath passed, the hard rock walls melted and vaporized like wax!
The Persian Gulf soldiers, with nowhere to hide, along with their armor and weapons, turned to ashes the instant they made contact, without even being able to scream.

Ballistae, arrow towers, watchtowers—all creations are as fragile as paper before the might of dragon breath.

The dragon's breath did not vanish in a flash. Sersne's head swayed slightly, and the destructive torrent, like a giant plow, ruthlessly plowed across the city wall!
Wherever it passed, it left behind a scorched ravine several meters wide and bottomless, with the rocks on the edge still hissing as if being corroded by something.

Thick smoke and a pungent sulfurous smell shot into the sky, forming a terrifying column of smoke that seemed to symbolize death.

Some soldiers were so frightened by this scene that they jumped off the city wall without thinking. However, jumping off a city wall that is thirty or forty meters high is practically the same as smashing a watermelon on the ground.

One by one, people and their metal were smashed into blooming blood flowers.

No remains of the corpses, only ruins and broken walls. The mournful wails seemed to startle away the thin mist that shrouded the city, and a ray of morning light shone down.

The entire city wall seemed to have transformed into a picture of hell, and the morale of the defenders completely collapsed at this moment!
Li Wei stood on the dragon's head, calmly observing everything: "Let's break open the city gates while we're at it."

The black dragon did not answer, but Deathwing swept back again.

Below the city, a deafening cheer erupted from the heavy infantry formation of Gaoyabao.

"The city gates are open! Charge!"

With a roar, Zart charged ahead, wielding two gleaming double-edged axes, followed by a group of heavily armored orc warriors and a host of un-transformed Pir bear-men warriors.

The Black Dragon Queen's breath not only swept across the city walls, but its tip also precisely struck the massive, half-meter-thick city gate of Mist-Covered City, which was made of refined iron and infused with magical metal.

The sturdy city gate was like rotten wood before the dragon's breath, instantly corroded into a huge hole that flowed with black water.

Opposite them was a group of Persian Gulf soldiers who had not yet recovered from the shadow of the dragon.

They were clearly in despair.

"Crush them!"

Their response was a deafening roar from the Blood Boiling Legion.

Like a volcano that had been suppressed to its limit, the steel torrent composed of green-skinned orcs and Pier bear-men, led by Zart and Worrebel, abandoned its slowly advancing shield wall formation and instantly transformed into a violent wave of destruction, rushing toward the breach in the city gate.

The heavy footsteps made the earth tremble, and their eyes burned with bloodthirsty fighting spirit.

"Suppress the remaining enemy mages to clear the way for the assault troops," Heather's calm and clear voice rang out.

The High Cliff Fortress mages and drow priests behind her raised their staffs once more, their multicolored magical lights shining brightly, aimed directly at the Persian Gulf soldiers and fire mages who had miraculously survived the dragon's breath.

Fireballs, ice spikes, lightning chains... intertwined to form a deadly barrage of magical projectiles, mercilessly covering the remaining soldiers of the Persian Gulf Empire and utterly annihilating their lives.

The Medusa priestesses used their petrification spells to precisely kill the fire mages who were attempting to channel powerful spells.

The lord was only using Sersni to break the enemy's morale, so some fire mages and Persian Gulf Empire soldiers who saw the situation was not good managed to escape from the city walls and survive.

However, these guys didn't have long to live under the subsequent attack by the Gaoyabao Brigade.

"Spellblades, charge with the assault team!" The Muslims had no more hesitation. The spellblades of Taylor were like unsheathed blades, closely following the heavy infantry of High Cliff Fortress, transforming into swift figures as they rushed toward the city gate.

Their magical weapons gleamed with various colors as they aimed to eliminate any potential resistance within the Fog-Covered City.

The gryphon riders and griffin riders in the sky were already locked in a fierce battle, feathers and blood flying everywhere.

Even without Sersni's intervention, the Griffin Knights of Highcliff Fortress, who had collectively advanced to the next level, could easily sweep away a group of enemy riders with a single wind blade unleashed from their weapons.

These wind blades are sharp enough to cut through stone and chop gold; even better, they are so insidious that it's impossible to know when the griffin riders will use them.

Therefore, the appearance of the griffin riders, who were different from those of the past, caused the more than a thousand griffin riders of Mist-Covered City to suffer greatly.

The battlefield inside the city walls was also a one-sided massacre.

Zart wielded his blood-dripping double-edged axe, and with a ferocious sweep, cleaved the Persian Gulf spearmen who were trying to form a battle formation in two pieces of man and spear.

He let out a deafening roar, like the alpha wolf of a pack, leading the berserk, bloodshot-eyed orc warriors behind him to crush forward.

Each strike of the bear-men warriors' massive paws was accompanied by the dull thud of bones shattering and the agonizing screams of their enemies. Their enormous bodies contained terrifying power; each swing of their paws was like a horrifying battering ram.
"It's over...it's all over..."

General Ma En, the garrison commander of Mist-Covered City, collapsed in a corner of the city tower, far from the path of the dragon's breath. His helmet was nowhere to be found, and his face was covered in soot and blood. His eyes were empty as he stared at the broken city gate, which looked like the entrance to hell, and the enemy heavy infantry who were slaughtering the soldiers of Mist-Covered City.

His meticulously arranged defenses proved utterly vulnerable under the overwhelming force of his superior power.

Howard's brilliantly planned scheme, meticulously crafted, turned into a cruel joke under the unreasonable and violent crushing force of the opposing dragon knights.

He died without ever understanding when these people from Gaoyabao had arrived.

Moreover, judging from their energetic appearance, they don't seem to have any illness at all.

But how could this be! The "Kamikaze Falcon Knights" clearly witnessed a large number of soldiers at Stone Ridge Fortress contracting the disease...

The outcome of this war is now clear.

However, there were still some stubborn resistance fighters within the city. But without the protection of the city walls and magical barriers, the Persian Gulf defenders, divided and surrounded, and with their morale collapsed, faced the ferocious elites of High Cliff Fortress and the Tyrsey Spellblade. Their fate was already sealed.

This city, which has been under attack for more than half a month, has not yet been captured.

Today, under the blazing flames of the black dragon, it has finally fallen into the hands of the lord.

……

"He actually committed suicide?" The Muslim stood before the corpse of the Fog-shrouded City's garrison commander, a hint of sorrow on his face.

This garrison commander personally went to the city wall to set up defenses every day, so he naturally recognized his face.

I never expected him to die like this.

The man next to the Muslim picked up a gold-inlaid and jade-embroidered scimitar from the ground and grinned from ear to ear.

Although it arrived late, and the general committed suicide as soon as it arrived, it can still be considered a minor achievement in capturing the general, and it has even seized the general's sword.

It didn't know how much the knife was worth; what it cared about more was that when it returned to High Cliff Fortress, it could show off to that guy Gus again.

"Let everyone enter the city. We'll give our guests who have come from afar a surprise," Li Wei casually instructed.

With Sersney's help, the entire Fog City was captured in less than two ounces of time, giving them plenty of time to get their soldiers into the city.

Since the city can be defended, there is no need to engage in open field battles with the reinforcements sent by the Persian Gulf Empire.

Li Wei glanced casually at the team panel; there were no casualties, only some wounded by the Unsullied under Commander Kermish when they were clearing out the last remnants of the army in the city.

This level of casualties was not surprising to him at all.

Sersni's single dragon breath nearly corroded all the tens of thousands of defenders on the city wall into dust. Although the soldiers of the Persian Gulf Empire were brave, they were not unaware of the terrifying undead creatures. They were also afraid, and their morale had already collapsed when they arrived here. The only reason they did not flee was because they were trapped in the castle and had nowhere else to go.

If they were in the wild, they would have already fled in all directions.

For an army, the most important thing is morale. Once morale collapses, even a dozen or so people will dare to chase and kill hundreds of people.

Under the might of the dragon, unless the opponent also has a powerful being capable of resisting it, the only outcome will be another corpse under the dragon's breath.

For the Gaoyabao Brigade, winning this siege was as easy as eating and drinking. As long as their leader personally took charge, even the toughest challenges would become softer than steamed buns.

But for the soldiers of Tyler and Debe, who had been struggling to capture the city, taking Fogwall City was a major event and something to celebrate.

So the officers of the three Debe legions had the leisure to hold an entry ceremony, and temporarily formed a guard of honor to enter the city with music and fanfare.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Knight of Deberon, the lord of High Cliff Fortress, personally removed the badge hanging in the Lord's Hall of Mist-Covered City and raised the banner of the Expeditionary Legion, signifying that Mist-Covered City had now become another walled city and another foothold in the hands of the Expeditionary Legion.

The victory here was also relayed in real time to Bernard, who was far away in Whale Harbor, via the communication magic stone.

……

"Let the mages who are proficient in earth elemental magic repair the city walls, clean up all the spoils of war, and take stock of the casualties..." Li Wei stopped halfway through his sentence: "Forget it, it's only a few dozen people who suffered minor injuries. They'll probably all be healed by the time the count is done. It doesn't matter whether we count them or not."

"Sir, what should we do with those prisoners?" Layton nodded and asked.

"Lock them all in the water dungeon first. We'll deal with the reinforcements from the Persian Gulf later," Li Wei said, reviewing the intelligence data he had gathered from the lord's hall.

In the end, it turned out that all this intelligence was irrelevant.

It's obvious that truly important intelligence documents wouldn't just be left in the Lord's Hall.

Finally, he collapsed onto the lord's chair in the Lord's Hall of Fog-Covered City.

It must be said that these damned Persian nobles really knew how to enjoy life. This chair was not only made by a master craftsman and perfectly conformed to ergonomics, but it was also inlaid with moonstones that emitted a cold light.

Even on a hot summer day, lying on it only brings a moment of coolness.

Most importantly, this chair is worth at least a hundred gold grams, and if you add the label that it is the chair used by the lord of Mistwall, it can be sold for at least a thousand gold grams when it is brought back to Debe.

"Your Excellency Levi, news has just arrived that the Persian Gulf Empire's reinforcements will be arriving in Fog City in just two ounces. They should be there just as the sun sets." Ansuna truly admired this dragon knight.

Previously, they had only heard about the other party's strength from various sources.

So today she witnessed firsthand how the other side single-handedly swayed the outcome of the battle.

The seemingly impregnable Fog City couldn't even last half a day in the hands of the enemy.

"Is there any information about the enemy's powerful figures and the specific composition of their army?"

Li Wei also sent men to interrogate the officers of Fog City, but these guys obviously didn't know who exactly was reinforcing Fog City this time.

The only person who knew about it committed suicide.

If there were a necromancer in the High Cliff Fortress party, even if the other party committed suicide, they could still use magic to gather the soul and interrogate them, but High Cliff Fortress simply doesn't have one.

Ansuna's beautiful eyebrows curved slightly, tugging at her beauty mark, making her look even more alluring: "We only know for now that there are about 70,000 to 80,000 people at the front, and another 40,000 to 50,000 people gathering towards Fog City. But according to the information from Lord Bernard, there is a legendary aura inside."

"No wonder you were so confident you could crush you in Fog City, you even sent a legend." Li Wei chuckled.

Although Muslims are among the best in the epics and are proficient in all kinds of powerful magic, an epic is an epic. Unless one advances to the legendary level, there is almost no such thing as fighting beyond one's level, which only exists in novels.

The busty female mage in front of them was only an epic-level mage.

Li Wei began to ponder how much experience this legend could offer him.

(End of this chapter)