Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 487 Unexpected Visitor
One, who considers himself a descendant of the Titans and of noble status, treats the other as a servant; the other, however, is a native of this world and sees the other as an invader. It would be a miracle if they could coexist peacefully.

"Are you plotting a rebellion? Not only did you help outsiders occupy our tribe, but you also injured Engra!" Lagras vented his anger on the ice wall, his legendary aura surging like a tidal wave: "How much longer do you think your heads will remain on your necks?!"

Its eyes were bloodshot, like a gleaming knife, sharp and dazzling.

The frost giants that were swept away clearly changed their gaze, becoming fearful and uneasy. Their weapons fell to the ground, and they clutched their heads in obvious pain.

This is the oppressive feeling emanating from a legend.

To put it bluntly, the strongest of these rebellious frost giants are only three elderly frost giants, two of whom are only epic, and only one who is very old is legendary. If Ragras really goes on a killing spree, these frost giants are no match for this vigorous young leader.

The three elderly frost giants began to struggle, oblivious to the weapons falling into the snow.

Just then, a series of beautiful songs rang out, in a language that Li Wei had never heard before. The songs were melodious and pleasant to the ear, like a hundred exotic cat-eared girls with looser clothes dancing around him, making him feel inexplicably tired and listless.

This singing voice reaches straight to the soul; to this day, my lord, only Tiffany's beautiful voice can rival it.

The singers with such high-level voices were the dozen or so Sky Riders from the Frost Giant tribe. As they sang, clusters of pink light enveloped the Frost Giants once again. They no longer clutched their heads in pain; instead, their bodies straightened, they gripped their weapons tightly, and their eyes were wild and evil.

The three frost giant elders' eyes also turned frenzied, their eyes bloodshot, like goblins with rabies.

Even the dumbest person would have noticed something.

At that moment, a wild laugh echoed from the ice wall. An exceptionally tall frost troll emerged, its body covered in frost like armor, wielding a massive bone knife crafted from the leg bone of an unknown monster.

"Ragras, you've finally returned." The frost troll's voice was like ice scraping, harsh and unpleasant: "We've been waiting for you for a long time. Look at your people around you, you pathetic invaders! Times have changed!"

The other party's smugness was impossible to conceal.

"Basilok!" Ragras roared the name of the frost troll, "You despicable paramecium, what have you done to my people?!"

This frost troll, whose size rivals that of Ragnaros, is also a legendary powerhouse and is clearly the leader of the opposing force.

"What did we do?" the frost troll leader named Basrock grinned. "We simply gave them a better option: to follow the master who can truly lead the world of Tiridates into a new era."

It spread its arms, covered in thick frost, and pointed to the sky: "You frost giants, as invaders, occupy the most fertile ice plains, guarding the legacy left by the Father God, while we frost trolls should be the true rulers of this world. Yet the Father God favors you so much. But now none of that matters. We have received the help of the strong, and we frost trolls will become the rulers of Tiridates, and then continue to rule other worlds."

In the sky, the purple-robed figures riding chimeras lowered their altitude, coldly looking down at those below, like gods watching the struggle of ants.

An invisible pressure spread out, clearly indicating that these mysterious figures were the source of the frost trolls' sudden attack.

Lagras's rage was almost solidified into ice. "You betrayed the Father God for such an empty promise, groveling before these unknown beings?!"

"Might makes right!" Basrock roared back. "Lagras, surrender! Hand over the key left by the Father God, hand over the Titan Diamond. I know you're going to find this artifact, and you and your people can continue to live. Otherwise... today is the day the Frost Giants are wiped out!"

To be fair, the lord strongly agreed with what the frost troll said.

"Dream on!" Lagras's answer was simple and blunt, but he hesitated to make a move.

If these frost giants left behind in the tribe were traitors, that would be one thing, but now that it's clear they've been bewitched by some unknown force, how can they bring themselves to harm their own people?

"Lagras, then let your people play with you first." Basrock grinned maliciously, waved his hand, and the bewitched frost giants, their eyes filled with savagery, roared as they prepared to start a new round of slaughter.

"To be honest, I'm really curious. How come there's so much trouble here when I come? And who exactly are you cowards hiding here?" The lord standing on Lagras's shoulder snorted coldly, and directly performed a spellcasting without chanting. He snapped his fingers, and a huge female figure formed from holy light appeared in the sky.

She was so holy that even with her face blurred, one could still tell she was an exceptionally beautiful woman. She opened her arms and embraced the frost giants on both sides, including the ones on the opposite side. This was the top-tier holy light spell, "Remipusia's Blessing".

Previously, the lord used it casually, so it was just a golden light covering the area. This time, however, he showed a little of his true power, and the top-level divine art immediately revealed its true form.

Simply put, the effects are enhanced while the special effects are also maximized.

Upon seeing the initial form of this divine spell, the expressions on the faces of the air cavalrymen hidden under their hoods changed drastically. It should be noted that the name of the paladins is renowned throughout the world, and as one of the top divine spells among the paladins, the name of this spell is known to any elementalist.

This is an incredibly powerful blessing spell that can exempt one from all curses, spells, and evil magic. It can even enhance the strength and stamina of the person being blessed, making it a nemesis of spellcasters.

Their collective "Song of Mind Control" is clearly among the exempt spells, as has already been verified on a paladin.

While possessing such power, its drawback is naturally that it is difficult to cultivate. However, all those who cultivate this divine art are legendary figures renowned throughout the world.

The effect was immediate. The eyes of the bewitched frost giants cleared instantly. Although they had been bewitched, it did not mean they were unaware of what they had done. They immediately turned away in shame and looked angrily at the frost trolls and those in the sky who had made them traitors.

The air riders finally removed their purple hoods, revealing long, silver hair that cascaded down the towering peaks. Their skin, as beautiful as amethyst, and their ears, sharp and delicate like those of an elf, made them unmistakably beautiful yet wicked she-drow. One of them held a bright, translucent ruby ​​high above her head, a malicious smile playing on her beautiful face: "This is a magical gem that connects to the core of the fire domain beneath the world of Tiridary. Once I activate it, your world will be completely engulfed in lava, becoming the ideal birthplace for fire elementals."

"I don't need to say more, you should all know that apart from legendary powerhouses, no one can survive."

“Frost Giant, and this esteemed Templar, make way for us to leave this place,” one of the drow said loudly.

"Don't force us to do something that's bad for both of us. If you agree to give way, just nod your head, and we will absolutely not do anything else."

Drow elves are all cunning bitches. They originally wanted to help the Frost Trolls gain some more profit, but when they saw that the other side actually had a Legendary Templar, who was quite a counter to them, they immediately gave up.

These two drow elves speak the Common Tongue very fluently.

Basrock raised his head angrily: "You bunch of bitches, didn't we agree to take care of these frost giants together and the Titan Diamond would be yours? What, you want to back out?"

The frost troll gripped his weapon tightly, clearly intending to take down the drow elves at the slightest provocation.

“Baslock, you’re too impatient. We’ll give you this magic gem when we leave. You can still negotiate with them then, and the Titan Diamond will be yours. We won’t want anything else. Isn’t that better?” A drow elf said in an exceptionally beautiful tone, her laughter as clear and melodious as silver bells.

The frost troll leader thought for a moment, then decided it was acceptable and actually nodded.

"That idiot." The lord shook his head helplessly.

They actually believed all the nonsense these drow elves spouted. Drow elves are masters of deception, but you can only believe a fraction of what they say in bed. Otherwise, anyone who believes them is an absolute idiot.

However, it is clear that the other party has never slept with a drow elf and does not know the truth that this lord has personally experienced and come to understand.

"You should have been to the Fire Domain of Plass, right? What is your purpose here? Where did you come from?" Lagras questioned in a muffled voice.

Besides anger, the frost giant was also full of doubts. Apart from the key left to them by the Father God to open the portal, there had never been a precedent of outsiders entering Tiridates without a key.

"Don't ask us where we come from, or what we're doing here. Just make way for us! Let's not make things difficult for each other!" The drow elf gripped the magic gem even tighter, and the elemental fluctuations on it intensified.

"Ladies, don't be impulsive. We just want to know why you're here. If there's any misunderstanding, we can clear it up so that neither side will be so hostile towards the other." Lagras's tone softened, and he started to stall for time with small talk.

Anyone who isn't a complete idiot like Basrock knows that the drow elves were causing trouble here, almost leading to the demise of the frost giants. These frost giants are so angry they want to eat them alive, how could they possibly let them go so easily?

"It seems you didn't understand what I was trying to say." The drow elf was clearly not stupid. Holding the magic gem, the drow sneered and slightly tightened his grip. An elemental fluctuation was instantly sensed by the legendary figures present, who all looked towards the horizon.

The sky on the horizon at the edge of the field of vision suddenly turned fiery red, as if it were on fire.

"This is just a warning. Do you really think we Drow are all liars if we don't do something?" The Drow smiled smugly.

“Sir, please make way?” Ragras turned his head slightly, looking at Livi on his shoulder, with a question and a sense of helplessness: “Drow elves are a bunch of crazy women. If we don’t let them leave, they might really destroy the entire world of Tiridates.”

The lord smiled, and Lagras was slightly taken aback.

Even with the most vivid imagination, Zhuo Er would never have imagined that he would be so unlucky as to encounter a dragon knight who was hailed as the number one warrior under the stars and was skilled in both holy and martial arts, and who thought he had the situation under control.

Suddenly, an evil curse descended from the sky. The twelve drow riding their chimeras, who were gloating high in the sky, seemed to be struck by an invisible wound, coughing up blood as their chimeras spun and plummeted from the sky.

This is a curse spell that weakens people, but when cast by the lord, it is enough to severely injure them.

Serena, who had been watching the show, was stunned and stopped painting her nails. Wasn't this her magic?
Almost simultaneously, a gravity halo descended from the sky and crashed into the Frost Trolls. The immense gravity caused the Frost Trolls to kneel on the ground one after another. Even the legendary Basilok blushed, and although he did not kneel, his speed slowed down.

She didn't even notice the nail brush falling from Sersni's hand. The Black Dragon Queen was certain that she knew these two spells, but their power was many times greater than when she used them.

With incredible agility, Ragras darted into the tribe, his giant club instantly sweeping away a group of frost trolls. Then, with a roar, he punched the drow falling from the sky. A spray of blood mixed with minced meat splattered from his fist, then instantly froze into ice particles, scattering everywhere.

"Leave a few alive!" The lord glared at the other man.

Lagrass's punch killed four more drows as easily as crushing mosquitoes. With his last palm, he grabbed three more drows and with just a little force, these three weak drows would be crushed into a pool of blood like mosquitoes.

The three drow, terrified to the extreme, stared at the incredibly agile giant before them, their faces drained of color from fear.

As Ragnaros made his move, countless frost giants simultaneously stormed into the Horde, their target the frost trolls who were tormented by the gravity aura and unable to get up. With a series of sounds like watermelons being smashed, the heads of frost trolls were smashed with a single blow, their headless corpses crashing onto the snow, a vibrant patch of azure blood, like an oil painting of the sky on the ground.

(End of this chapter)