Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 251 Truce? Impossible!

Lancelot looked at Leighton in surprise. He didn't expect that this earth elf would know about this creature that had disappeared for thousands of years.

"Yes, it is a demon."

He stood up and walked slowly to the front of the demon. At his signal, the griffin knight let go of the demon and quickly stepped back.

The demon that a griffin knight had to use all his strength to hold down was as powerless as a chick in the hands of this burly middle-aged man, who grabbed Fate's neck and lifted him up.

"Can you believe it? Just three days ago, this demon couldn't speak the common language. After eating several death row prisoners from the Red Prison, it can now speak the common language. Both its intelligence and strength have greatly improved."

Lancelot carried the demon from beginning to end, as if he wanted every noble to see the horror of this creature with their own eyes.

Listening to the other party's description, Levi looked at Florina unconsciously. Unexpectedly, the other party was also looking at him. Both of them saw heaviness in each other's eyes.

When they went north, they encountered the drow elves who had disappeared for hundreds of years, and now the demons that had become creatures in the classics thousands of years ago have reappeared.

The world seems to be unveiling its mysterious veil.

The Lord immediately asked the question in his heart: "Lord Lancelot, I want to know, is there no upper limit to this improvement?"

"Not really." Lancerode knew this baron. He and the girl next to him were also the cause of the war, but he did not feel disgusted. Instead, he patiently explained: "Through Master Bergdorf's research, the other party had been in a state of 'hunger' before, and would restore his normal strength after eating. So it would seem that eating people would increase strength, but in fact it is not the case."

"But one thing is certain: they do absorb some of the memories of the dead, and thus become smart and even cunning."

This made the lord feel relieved.

If the opponent can improve infinitely, then these demon lords only need to let their subordinates capture humans alive to feed them, and their own strength can continue to increase, eventually reaching an unimaginable level.

Unfortunately, it is still far inferior to the system.

Lancelot drew his sword and chopped off the demon's head, throwing its body carelessly on the ground, the other party had already fulfilled its role and there was no need to keep listening to its annoying roar.

"You have seen the evil creature like Florina. Daemon is struggling to resist in the Bone Fortress. The situation is critical." Lancerod said worriedly, "If we allow them to invade the southern border, countless civilians will die."

"Oh? So you want me to form an alliance with Damon to fight these demons together?"

Florina picked up the bright red wine glass on the table next to her and took a sip, her expression calm.

"That's right. I have no right to interfere in the conflict between you two afterwards." Lancelot nodded.

"Your Excellency the Duke, we sincerely wish to cease fire with you, just to jointly resist these demons first." Cross sighed and spoke.

At this moment, Florina put down the wine glass in her hand, laughed with an ambiguous tone, looked at the two men aggressively, and said in a clear and unquestionable voice: "I think you may have made a mistake!"

"First, now that I have captured Blackstone Castle, and with Cologne right before our eyes and its defenses unguarded, you are no longer qualified to discuss a ceasefire with me!"

"Second, what do the civilians in the southern border have to do with me? At worst, I can lead my troops back to the northern border, and then I will go south after you have dealt with the demons.

Don’t portray yourselves as noble and superior, as if you are all heroes who have dedicated themselves to the common people, and we are just a bunch of cowards who stand by and watch indifferently.”

"This is your Southern Territory's business. Don't use these so-called honors and responsibilities... to hold me and my army hostage!"

Flinna's loud, cold voice was like icicles under the eaves in winter, piercing Cross's heart one by one, making his heart even colder: "A ceasefire will never come to the people of the North unless we capture Cologne and take back everything that belongs to my sister!"

That’s all he said.

The entire castle hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The worry on the face of the Commander of the Griffin Knights was already obvious, and Cross became more and more hunched.

As for the Northern nobles?

If it weren't for Lord Lancelot, everyone would have cheered and sincerely offered a glass of wine to express their inner excitement.

Because what Florina said was exactly what they were thinking.

This was originally the Southern Territory's own business, but now they want to drag them forward to shed their lives and blood for the Southern Territory. There is no such good thing in the world.

They had not forgotten the cheers of the southerners when they saw their soldiers blown into the sky by wildfire.

Now, it is impossible to ask them to fight for their lives!

The next step is to conquer Cologne and support Miss Leah to inherit the title, then it would not be impossible to resist the demons.

Of course, the prerequisite is that these southerners suffer heavy losses fighting these demons on the front line first.

"To show that I care about the civilians in the South Territory, I will provide some assistance out of compassion." Florina smiled. Just when Lancerod thought that this former disciple was not heartless, the next sentence made him silent: "We will release the captured soldiers and nobles in the South Territory, and give them swords and enough food to support them to reach the Bone Fortress, so that they can resist the demons."

"However, as the Marquis of Cross who used military banned items, he will face the judgment he deserves!"

One word fell.

This means that the negotiations are nearing their end.

What Florina said was as strong as stone, and no one could influence her thinking.

Not even a king can do it, let alone a marquis and a commander of the garrison of Gonda City.

Lancelot seemed to know that it was difficult to influence his disciple's thoughts, so he left with a sad face. Marquis Cross, on the contrary, calmed down and was taken to the dungeon by the guards again.

This meeting ended in a bad mood, of course, this refers to the southern side, while the northern nobles could not hide their smiles.

After all, Damon and the main force of the southern border had not appeared in the past period of time, and everyone was vigilant. Now they knew that the other party was stuck in the quagmire of the Bone Fortress and couldn't get out, and a big stone fell from their hearts.

Facing the obviously weak defense of Cologne, the apple was doomed to fall.

They were so happy that they couldn't wait to hold a party to celebrate. It was said that all the ladies and young ladies of Blackstone Castle would be present.

After the meeting, An Dao quietly revealed that it was an open-air banquet, and said that if the lord was present, he would have the right of priority selection based on his merits.

Levi refused righteously. In fact, the main reason was that after the meeting, Florina asked him to stay alone.

"Do you think I'm selfish and cold-blooded?"

The castle hall that was once bustling with people was now empty, with only the stinking blood on the wool blanket, proving that what had just happened was not a dream. The empty defense of Cologne, which was once out of reach, was real, and the demon from a thousand years ago was also real.

"No, if it were me, I would do the same thing."

Levi poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip. Finally, he smacked his lips, feeling that he was not used to drinking such an expensive thing. He thought that the wine brewed by the elves was more to his taste.

Florina smiled, looked up at the hundreds of gems on the dome of the hall, and said meaningfully: "First, the drow elves came to the earth from the Underdark, and now the demons who disappeared for a thousand years. Even if the undead appear in the next moment, I will not be surprised."

Both of them prohibited the matter of the drow elves from being spread to others, so the only people who participated in the northward migration knew about it.

After all, if this matter were to get out, it would be enough to cause an unimaginable sensation. Just like the incident regarding the demon this time, only nobles were present, and Debe was obviously not ready to let the common people know about it.

"I once heard an interesting statement from a priest." Levi expressed part of his opinion: "The magic of this world is like the tide. When the tide recedes, some creatures retreat with it, and when the tide rises, they appear again."

"Just like at this moment, spellcasters have clearly felt the increase in magic power concentration, and can control more powerful magic than before, and those creatures that once disappeared will gradually reappear."

"That's a very apt statement." Florina nodded, agreeing with the remark.

Compared to the Lord of High Cliff Castle, she knew more, and this statement was now widely circulated among the upper classes.

"This so-called truce by Lancelot might just be the king trying to smooth things over." The two chatted about their views on the current world, and then Florina finally got down to business.

"If I agree to a ceasefire and go to the Bone Fortress for support, there is only one outcome waiting for us."

"In the fight against the demons, we suffered heavy losses and were no longer able to capture Cologne, so we had to retreat to Bailiu City." The lord took over the topic and said what Florina wanted to say.

"Yes, this is probably the real purpose of this king, to stop the fighting between the two regions. If this fails, the northern region will not be able to move south within five years."

"I also know that it will be very troublesome if we let this creature wreak havoc, but it is precisely because of this that I don't plan to provide support." Florina nodded. "The most important point is that if it is really that difficult, our king would have sent a large army to provide support long ago."

That's true. After all, apart from the Duke of the South, the one who least wants anything to happen in the South is probably the King.

"But no matter what, we have to take down Koren first so that we can take the initiative." Florina stared at the Lion Hunter Knight in front of her, "I plan to let you take charge of the side wall of Koren."

"As you wish."

The lord bowed slightly.

If he were to attack other cities, he would have wanted to cut through a vast expanse of water, but he would not do so when it came to Cologne.

Even if Florina didn't plan to let him participate, he would take the initiative to volunteer to take part in this siege.

Because this is the most important war that determines the power levels of both sides.

……

When the lord returned to his residence from Florina, he found that the room was still brightly lit. As the cold wind rushed in, he discovered that it was Fadil and Leah.

The two had obviously been waiting for a long time. Before Levi could ask, Fatir, the Holy Lady of the Church, took the initiative to state her purpose: "Levi, I am here to say goodbye to you."

"Because of the devil?" Levi asked as he slowly took off his sword and put it aside.

"Yes, no one knows the cruelty of demons better than our Holy Light Church. The books that record them are enough to take up a person's height. Their appearance also means disaster. I decided to deal with them together with Lord Lancelot."

"Do you need me to send guards?" The lord was not surprised, as if he had expected it.

Instead, he proposed sending guards to protect the spellcasting girl.

After all, how could a Holy Light priest who was willing to waste his magic power to heal a group of civilians sit idly by and watch a demon that was causing even greater harm?

Not to mention, demons and undead are the mortal enemies of the Holy Light Church, and they will fight to the death whenever they meet.

The moment he saw the devil, Levi knew that Fatih's departure was a fait accompli.

"No, the Holy Knights will go with me." Fatih shook his head: "Master Bergdorf is also here, this war should be over soon."

Although she was a saint of the Church and a highly skilled spellcaster, Fatiel's tone clearly showed respect for the magician named "Berdolf".

Levi happened to know some information about this magician. He was the top spellcaster in the Mage Tower and served as the Grand Mage of the Palace. He had profound magical skills and was said to have reached the pinnacle of the high level.

"Okay, just tell me if you need anything." Levi nodded.

Having obtained the "Book of Holy Words" and two magical arts from this saint, he was not stingy in providing help within his ability.

Although he was usually annoyed by the saint's clumsy teasing, the lord felt reluctant to let her go.

Early the next morning, the Griffin Knights, who had just stopped, had to take off again and head south, leaving with the fully armed Paladins and Fatih.

Faced with Florina and their own saint, this group of golden guys will obviously obey the latter's orders.

However, Florina was not disgusted by this behavior. Instead, she gave great support. The supplies and equipment were all available, enough for them to go south to the Bone Fortress.

The days that followed were very peaceful, until two days later, when the northern soldiers, who had thought they could rest for a few days, finally received a transfer order to move south to Cologne.

And along with it came the news of the death of Marquis Cross.

No matter how many earth-shaking battles this old marquis experienced in his youth, the way he died could even be described as shameful.

In the center of Blackstone Square, he was placed on a cross, doused with wildfire and burned to death.

All the Northern nobles who were watching felt relieved by this tit-for-tat revenge.

The lord felt inexplicably emotional, and felt that the phrase "the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit" was becoming more and more meaningful in his heart.

If Cross had been the winner, then using wildfire would have been a great accomplishment in his resume, but he lost and experienced firsthand the torture of having wildfire burn his flesh.

Perhaps it was because Florina knew this that she was determined not to stop the war.

Finally, Montvit, who was beside him, couldn't bear to watch the old marquis who had once taught him screaming, so he shot an arrow to end the other party's pain early, and the other party also had a look of relief.

(End of this chapter)