Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 481 An Expected Result

The atmosphere inside the Western Allied Forces' command tent was far more oppressive than in Gonda.

"The enemy has decided to fight us in the Twin Moon Mountain Plains." Duke Grey Loganres tapped the parchment map with his riding crop, his calm face unable to conceal his hidden rage. "None of our scouts have returned. We still know absolutely nothing about their troop deployment. My army is completely blind. Are our scouts all brain-dead goblin hybrids?"

In fact, as a duke on horseback, there are many things that only require revealing a few details to get a glimpse of the whole picture.

In a battle between two armies, the difference in skill between the scouts can be seen to some extent, and without a doubt, their scouts were crushed into a pile of dog shit by the other side.

His white beard trembled slightly under the magic lamp, revealing the old general's true state of mind.

The counts exchanged uneasy glances.

Count Plantagenet finally couldn't help but speak up: "The first warrior under the stars, the terminator of the undead scourge... His army wiped out millions of undead in Gonda. I think even if there is some exaggeration, it cannot overshadow the honor of this dragon knight. The bravery of his followers is renowned in Debe. I think our scouts have done their best."

After saying this, the count sighed. In fact, he was one of the nobles who did not agree with raising an army, after all, the name of that dragon knight was too frightening.

"Moreover, we also have to face a dragon. This Lord of High Cliff Fortress is the only remaining dragon knight in the world, and his power is already renowned throughout the seven kingdoms." Another young count added. In fact, this young count, who had just taken over the position, also admired this famous dragon knight in Derby. However, he was not stupid and knew that if he dared to show his face at this time, the old duke would definitely kill him. But he still couldn't help but unconsciously praise him when he spoke.

Old Grey, like a shrewd old lion, slammed his fist on the table: "That's precisely why we must act quickly. Are we going to wait for that usurper to consolidate his rule and then settle scores with us Western nobles one by one?"

He looked around at everyone in the tent: "Don't forget, we started this rebellion under the banner of eliminating usurpers."

"If we don't take advantage of the fact that they haven't yet established a foothold in Gonda, and that they've just suffered heavy losses in a bloody battle with the undead, with most of their army still far away in the Persian Gulf Empire, will we still have a chance once they're ready?"

Silence fell inside the tent.

Everyone knew the true purpose of this military adventure—to seize political capital before the new king could establish himself.

But when the legendary hero actually becomes the enemy, the stakes seem too high.

"Perhaps...we could negotiate?" someone suggested in a low voice.

The Duke sneered, "And then tell the soldiers we've traveled for half a month just to camp at Twin Moon Mountain?"

In truth, Gray was also extremely helpless. As the uprising drew closer to Gonda, more and more stories of the dragon knight's glorious deeds emerged, as if they were about to face an uncrowned king of unprecedented status and fame, as if they themselves were the despicable thieves.

This has made the Western nobles increasingly hesitant.

Now he was horrified to discover that his army might collapse on its own even before the war started. This fear kept him up for several nights in a row, and he even had nightmares. When he woke up, the entire camp was empty, and he was all alone.

The soldiers outside the tent were also whispering, but their words were quite different from the worries of the nobles.

"I've heard that Lord Li Wei is ten meters tall, with eyes like an inextinguishable flame, and he loves to cut enemies in half at the waist!" a young soldier said to his companion while wiping his spear. "He could punch through a city wall!"

"Come on, my cousin is a mercenary in Gonda. He just got back not long ago. He said His Highness the Dragon Knight is incredibly handsome and elegant, and invincible in bravery. He's never stingy with smiles, even towards us lowly soldiers." Another slightly older soldier threw a piece of firewood into the fire. "But his mount is a real dragon, with wings that can cover the entire sky when spread out. I simply can't imagine that if we were to fight His Highness the Dragon Knight now, one breath from his dragon would probably turn us all into charcoal."

“I don’t understand why we have to fight against Debe’s hero. Didn’t he resolve the undead calamity of Gonda and prevent Debe from suffering the same fate as Gonda?” a soldier sighed.

They had all heard quite a bit about the dragon knight's exploits.

Not far away, several veterans shared a leather bag of cheap ale. "Who cares what kind of hero he is? What business is it of ours what these noblemen's wars are?"

An old soldier with a scar on his face spat, "I've been in the army for ten years. When we win, the lords get the rewards; when we lose, we lose our lives."

“But this time is different,” another soldier said in a low voice. “I heard that Lord Li Wei treats his soldiers very well. The soldiers of Gaoyabao have meat to eat every meal. I heard that they are also given wives and houses. As for military pay… I haven’t heard of military pay.”

“You can still defect now,” the scarred veteran sneered. “Let’s see if they’ll treat you to a last meal before they chop you off.”

The soldiers burst into laughter, but the sound quickly faded into the chilly night wind. Everyone was filled with anxiety about the impending war.

But they were just lowly soldiers and scoundrels. As the old soldier said earlier, the affairs of the nobles had nothing to do with them. Their only choice was to win or lose.

The Duke finally made his decision: "We will march at dawn tomorrow. The Twin Moon Mountain Plain is wide enough to allow our cavalry to take advantage of our strengths."

He tried to make his voice sound confident: "Even a dragon would have to think twice before our Western Frontier Dragon-Slaying Crossbow and Master Mel!"

This decision brought some reassurance to the nobles.

Pope Mel of the Western Church is indeed renowned, and the fifty dragon-hunting crossbows they brought, equipped with specially made anti-magic arrows, were specifically to deal with any possible giant beasts.

……

Two solitary peaks, shaped like hooks, stand proudly on the vast plain, like two crescent moons fallen to earth. Coupled with the dense, azure-blue starflowers growing on the plain, it resembles a sea of ​​stars.

This also made Shuangyue Mountain famous in Debei, attracting many noblewomen and young women to visit.

But now, all that remains here is a solemn atmosphere of iron and blood.

Li Wei's army arrived ahead of time and occupied advantageous terrain.

The northern soldiers stood in neat formation, their shields like a forest and their spears like a multitude of wheat, exuding a chilling aura.

The warriors of Gaoyabao were even more silent, like an indestructible block of metal, arranged in an impeccably neat square formation. The oppressive feeling brought by this neatness amazed even Mei Beixi.

Nine hundred frost giants were positioned on the flanks, resembling small, moving snow-capped mountains, exuding a chilling aura. Despite their grumbling, they formed the most visually striking battle line under Ragras's intense pressure.

Sersne, now restored to her true dragon form, coiled around a moon peak. Her enormous size made the mountain, which was at least a thousand meters high, look like a small mound. The dragon's might she exuded and her imposing size were enough to terrify any enemy who had never been on the battlefield.

Miss Silver Dragon herself stood on another mountain peak. Unlike Sersne's extremely strong muscles and ferocious and terrifying climbing posture, she sat on the mountaintop with great elegance. With her silver, reflective dragon scales, she resembled another lonely moon.

The two giant dragons were positioned on either side of the army, drawing frequent glances from the northern soldiers and stirring their blood.

If an enemy possessing dragons is a nightmare for one's own side, then having two dragons on one's own side would provide an unimaginable boost to the morale of the soldiers and rogues. According to the old tortoise, there's no need for such a grand and imposing display of force, with orderly formations and solemn preparations. Just ambush them and rout the Western Frontier.

However, this drew a harsh rebuke from the Swan Butler, who said, "High Cliff Fortress is now the army of kings, and its majesty and demeanor must be displayed in order to win the hearts and minds of the nobles."

……

When the Western Frontier Vanguard set foot on the Twin Moon Mountain Plain, all their hopes vanished, especially when they saw the mythical legion of giants and the two clearly visible dragons in the sky. Instantly, it was as if they had been choked, and all was silent.

"Giant... giant dragons! Two of them!"

"What are those?! Giants the size of mountains! Frost giants! How could they be in a human army?!"

The first thing that catches the eye is not the enemy's lines, but the small hills that stand abruptly on the plain—a total of nine hundred frost giants, some sitting and some standing, their breath forming a white mist in the morning light, their rough but huge weapons chilling to the bone.

"Gods above..." The vanguard commander reined in his warhorse, feeling a sudden tightness in his bladder.

Even more terrifying was the sight further away—a silver dragon stretched out her elegant yet terrifying body, its scales shimmering with a cold light in the rising sun.

The enormous black dragon, as massive as a mountain ridge, seemed to be the embodiment of death; just looking at it sent chills down one's spine.

The heavy cavalry that the West was so proud of suddenly seemed as ridiculous as children's toys in front of these behemoths.

"Maintain formation! No retreat!" the officers shouted hoarsely, but the neighing of the warhorses betrayed their instinctive fear.

"My God, just as rumored, this Dragon Knight has two dragons and a group of frost giant followers."

The commander of the Western Frontier Alliance, an old count known for his bravery, instantly lost all color in his face.

They all believed that Livy had managed to capture the undefended Gonda by sheer luck, and that he had suffered heavy losses after a bloody battle with the undead.

He had assumed it would be a relaxed armed march, a way to divide up the spoils and gain political capital.

But now... looking at that lineup, he felt like he was leading a group of militia to challenge a natural disaster.

"Hold your ground! Form ranks! Prepare for battle!" the old count shouted hoarsely, trying to revive morale, but panic spread through the army like a plague.

The three thousand knights at the front could barely maintain their formation, but the legs of the ordinary soldiers had begun to tremble.

This was only because the two dragons hadn't unleashed their dragon might; otherwise, every single knight would have been terrified and thrown their warhorses flat on their faces.

These warhorses possessed some magical beast blood and had undergone special training, making them unafraid of lions and tigers, but they were still no match for dragons, top-tier magical creatures.

“Master Mel, the next dragon knight will depend on you.” In the center of the legion, Duke Grey looked at the Pope, whose hair had long since turned white.

The reason he dared to raise an army was mostly due to this pope with profound magical skills.

As long as the enemy can stop that powerful dragon knight, the rest will naturally be handled by their Western Legion.

“Lord Gray, I have no choice but to intervene.” Pope Mel was silent for a moment, then sighed.

"When I arrived at this plain, I was already locked onto by a faint spiritual force. If I made a move, the result would only be... death."

"I never expected that His Highness the Dragon Knight's cultivation level had reached such a level. He truly deserves to be called the number one warrior under the stars!"

The surrounding Western nobles were deathly silent.

……

At the camp below Twin Moon Mountain, Ms. Meibessie helped Li Wei put on his specially made dragon knight armor.

This armor, crafted from mithril and adamantite, is adorned with exquisitely detailed dragon patterns that gleam with a cold light in the sunlight, further enhancing the lord's extraordinary handsomeness.

Mei Beixi couldn't help but nod in satisfaction repeatedly.

"May the wind guide your sword, my lord." The swan butler bowed gracefully.

With a light leap, Li Wei landed on Sersney's back. When Sersney spread her enormous black wings and let out a dragon roar that resounded through the sky, a commotion clearly broke out in the enemy ranks.

Sersne flew forward defiantly, casting a huge shadow over the Western Legion.

The soldiers of the Western Legion were stunned, trembling under the undisguised dragon's might. They had long forgotten everything and could only look up at the ever-swept Deathwing, praying in their hearts that the dragon's breath would not fall.

"Warriors of the Westerlands!" Levi's voice, amplified by magic, rolled across the plains like thunder, carrying an undeniable majesty: "I am Levi Targaryen, savior of Gondar, dragon knight of Derby, lord of Highcliff Keep, terminator of the undead scourge, and protector of the new king. You were misled and invaded the capital; you deserve to die a thousand deaths to atone for your sins!"

His words caused a stir among the Western Allied Forces, with many showing fear and hesitation on their faces.

“But!” Levi’s tone softened slightly as he changed his tone. “I know many of you are not acting this way; you are merely following your lord’s orders. Now, lay down your weapons and surrender to me! I swear on the honor of a dragon knight that I will only punish the ringleaders and will not implicate ordinary soldiers! Otherwise…”

He paused, and Sersni let out a deafening dragon roar in response, followed by Sophia's long howl, the dragon's might pressing down as if it were a tangible force.

The frost giants on the flanks pounded their chests simultaneously, letting out earth-shaking roars, and the aura of frost spread out.

"The dragon's breath and the giant's wrath will devour all who resist! Choose!"

The terrifying pressure and the final warning became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

There is no suspense.

Bang!

(End of this chapter)