Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 507 The Earthworm from Underground
Beyond the battlefield of Medusa's vassal warriors and the Persian Gulf Empire's scimitar warriors, three Medusa elders were fighting alongside Ifra. These three Medusas had the graceful upper bodies of human women, with healthy wheat or dark brown skin, slender figures, and extremely charming faces. Only a few pieces of fabric supported their two magnificent breasts, and they had golden hair and shimmering silver snake tails.

The opponents of this group of beautiful snakes were equally formidable: dozens of fire mages wearing headscarves and robes embroidered with alluring women. They flew up and down in the air, forming a circle, with an enormous vertical pupil prominently displayed in the center.

This is one of the eyes of the Sky Lord, Kneiro.

This divine bird, soaring through the sky, once hunted various snake-like magical beasts and dragons in ancient times. In the end, it was killed because it killed a young golden dragon, which angered an ancient golden dragon.

Even just one of its eyes was incredibly oppressive to the Medusas.

Many of the beautiful snake women were pale and limp on the platform of the war tree, their bodies weak and boneless. Only the highly skilled Medusa sorcerers could barely stand up, but even they looked terrible.

Besides these fire mages, there were three other powerful individuals with unusual auras who were also eyeing the scene covetously.

The temple was dedicated to the High Priest Abdul, the Sword Saint Gordan, and the Shadow High Priest Safila.

"What do you mean by this?" Ifra looked at the Gulf people who had suddenly attacked them with a frosty expression. Suddenly, the golden hair on her head turned into golden snakes, frantically flicking their tongues and hissing.

Sword Saint Gordan was so frightened that he took a step back, while Archmage Yandian sneered repeatedly: "If we hadn't been prepared, we wouldn't be here."

Needless to say, the power of this move was immense. Countless warriors of the Persian Gulf Empire turned into statues in an instant under their horrified gazes. Even the sword saint Gordan raised his arm and found that, starting from his fingers, his arm was slowly and irreversibly petrifying.

However, with a piercing eagle cry, the Persian Gulf Empire warriors who had turned to stone were instantly restored to their flesh and blood, and Gordan's arm was also restored to its original state.

"Your Excellency Ifra, do you know how stupid you are?" Grand Mage Abdul Yandian looked at the beautiful snake chieftain with undeniable contempt and disdain. "You actually want to pledge allegiance to Debe? Who do you think you are? Do you really think your status is so noble in our Persian Gulf Empire?"

"Or do you think the dragon knight you follow can really deal with us?"

"Damn it!" The three Medusa elders were furious and wanted to rush up and attack. Despite being a beautiful and alluring woman, she had an unusually fiery temper.

"Stop!" Eve shouted, stopping the beautiful snake elders' actions. The opposing force was exceptionally strong, and she didn't want to see the elders perish.

“Abdul! Do you really intend to exterminate our temple?” Ifra demanded sharply, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness.

She was under immense pressure, simultaneously facing the oppressive aura of the Sky Lord and the combined attacks of three powerful figures.

Or rather, if it weren't for her presence, this place would have been captured by the enemy long ago.

There is no such thing as an absolute strongman in the material world; there is only one thing that can subdue another.

Her petrification talent is indeed incredibly sharp. Even when facing a legendary expert of the same level, she could instantly kill them if they weren't careful. However, when faced with the Eye of Kneiro, which can remove petrification, she was completely helpless.

Even setting aside the petrification, she was just an ordinary legendary sorcerer, and in terms of spell power, she was far inferior to Abdul, who specialized in magic.

Ifra was not surprised that the news of her defection to Levi had been known to the Persian Gulf Empires, nor did she care, because in her opinion, the other side would never send such a force to risk entering Falling Spring Forest to deal with her at this time.

But she didn't expect that the other party would actually do it.

Aren't you afraid that Debe will take the opportunity to lead his men into Hada, which lacks high-end combat power?
Archmage Abdul of the Flame Cult turned a page of the tome in his hand with his staff, and a circle of fire runes spread out from him, the scorching air distorting his vision: "It's not about killing you all, Ifra. As long as you hand over the Heart of Life that gave birth to the Fountain of Life, I might spare you."

Ifra didn't speak; in the eyes of those cruel and ferocious warriors of the Persian Gulf Empire, she saw only slaughter.

Will handing over their lives mean they're free? Not at all.

The other party has made ample preparations; how could they possibly let go of someone they've already offended so easily?

These words can only fool a naive young boy.

The situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for Medusa's side.

The branches and leaves of the war tree began to burn under the fire mage's continuous bombardment, billowing thick smoke.

The vassal warriors were forced into retreat by the relentless assault of the Persian Gulf Empire's warriors, and their defensive lines were on the verge of collapse.

The man with exceptionally skillful swordsmanship also slowed down due to exhaustion, and his clothes were slashed by a warrior from the Persian Gulf Empire. The next time, it might be his throat.

"How long are you planning to hold out? Are you going to just stand by and watch your people be slaughtered by us Persian men? And then be dragged into a haystack to experience the might of us Persian men?" Sword Saint Gordan looked at the beautiful snake women, and finally his gaze settled on Ifra's incomparably beautiful face. He couldn't help but lick his lips: "If you surrender now and hand over the Heart of Life, I guarantee none of this will happen!"

The enemy also has about a thousand vassal warriors and forty or fifty Medusa sorcerers who can cast spells. Although the arrogant petrification spell cannot be cast, these beautiful snake women know other spells, so it is a bit tricky to take them down completely.

Those present were all intelligent people. If they could take down these beautiful snakes more easily, they naturally didn't want to force them into a corner and cause them more casualties.

Besides being a legend, he was also a general in the Persian Gulf Empire, and he didn't want too many of his men to die.

"Tell me your conditions. What will it take for you to lay down your arms and surrender?"

"Let us leave this place, leave Falling Spring Forest, and go to the camp of the Debe Expeditionary Force. I will personally deliver the Heart of Life to you then!"

Ifra gave a cold laugh, stating conditions that the other party could never possibly agree to.

“Very well, Lady Ifra, I agree.” Gordan laughed heartily, “Lay down your weapons, and I will immediately have my men clear the way for you to leave!”

"Have your men clear the way!"

The two looked at each other with disdainful smiles on their faces.

However, their laughter abruptly stopped.

Five hundred paces west of the battlefield of the giant war tree, on the grassy field, a wave surged through the dense grass, and with a loud "boom," a huge thing suddenly sprang out of the ground. This strange thing was five meters tall, with an ancient and simple face, like an iron man.

Then a minotaur wearing a skirt and a bow appeared. The Medusa vassal tribes, who were watching this scene head-on, were dumbfounded and somewhat confused.

Immediately afterwards, a rough roar shook everyone's eardrums: "You bastards from Gaoyabao, charge! Cut down these punks!"

Fifty Dragon Vein Berserkers surged out of the tunnel like a steel torrent. Zart took the lead, leaping out first. His huge battle axe, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, cleaved a Persian Gulf Empire officer, sword and all, in two.

Mir and Volibear followed closely behind. Mir's longsword gleamed with battle aura as he precisely cut down a dozen or so Persian Gulf warriors in front of him. The bear-man officer waved his hands continuously at the cave entrance, and one by one, warriors from the High Cliff Fortress emerged from the cave, quickly forming ranks and filling the open space.

"Where did these bumpkins come from?" The Persian Gulf warriors stared dumbfounded at the group of soldiers who seemed to have crawled out of the ground behind them.

Swain was the last to step out. His shiny bald head was particularly striking in the firelight of the battlefield. His cold gaze swept across the entire area, finally settling on the three powerful figures in the sacrificial temple, especially the Grand Mage Abdul of the Flame Cult.

"Ha, the people of the temple are as disgusting as ever." Swain's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, his face full of mockery.

Although he was also a general in the Persian Gulf, he was at odds with the three men mentioned above.

In the past, we never fought directly when we met, all because the other side had more people and strength.

Abdul's face instantly darkened, as if it could drip water. He stared intently at the blood-red greatsword in Swain's hand, the runes on the tome in his bosom buzzing with magical energy.

How could they possibly come to Falling Spring Forest?

"Swein, you traitor!" Abdul's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, as he gritted his teeth and said, "His Majesty Fern has treated you well, yet you dare to betray him and side with Debe?"

Swain chuckled and casually swung his greatsword. The sharp, blood-red sword energy cleaved the fireball that came from the side, instantly causing countless sparks to fly in all directions. However, at most, they could only burn a small hole in the grass.

Sword Saint Gordan narrowed his eyes, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword: "Swain, it's not too late for you to turn back now. The Temple of the Priests is magnanimous and may spare your life."

"Gordan, stop with your hypocritical charlatan, you're disgusting." Swain smiled slightly: "I am a follower of Lord Livy, and no one can shake my loyalty to him!"

Before he could finish speaking, Swain slammed his greatsword into the ground, unleashing a burst of crimson sword energy that radiated outwards from him. The ground instantly cracked, and several nearby fire mages were blasted away, coughing up blood.

Faced with the sudden arrival of the people from High Cliff Fortress, the warriors of the Persian Gulf Empire and the Medusas were all somewhat bewildered.

After all, everyone was fighting just fine, so who would have thought that hundreds of strong men would suddenly emerge from underground? It was truly unexpected.

Moreover, these burly men were all more robust than black bears, and their heavy armor was clearly not just for show; one could tell at a glance that they were definitely a group of tough guys.

"Protect the rear!"

The officers of the Persian Gulf Empire, being professionally trained and experienced, immediately shouted at the top of their lungs—these barbarians were clearly not to be trifled with. All the Persian Gulf warriors were now facing the Medusas on the giant tree of war, with their backs completely turned to these barbarians. If they were to break through from the rear, which was not even properly defended, they would definitely be thoroughly crushed.

The two elite Persian Gulf scimitar warrior squadrons quickly turned their blades around. It wasn't that they didn't want more people to deal with these barbarians, but rather that they hadn't expected anyone to come from behind the Light Prism Tower, which was protecting them. Therefore, their formation was entirely focused on dealing with the enemy in front, and it was really difficult to change their formation at the last minute.

Fortunately, the two regiments, totaling nearly a thousand men, were eventually transferred back one after another.

The low-level fire mages of the temple who were casting spells in the back also quickly hid behind their warriors.

"Lady Ifra, we warriors of High Cliff Fort have come to pick you up on the orders of our leader."

Zart roared at the giant war tree, instantly making even the lowly soldier Lai Zi understand the relationship between the three parties.

Ifra's smile faded considerably as her beautiful eyes swept over the crowd, because Levi wasn't there.

If Li Wei had come in person, these Gulf people would have been nothing, but now only their subordinates have come to support them.

"Kill this traitor first!" Abdul said to the two men beside him.

At the same time, Yan Dian, held in his arms, floated in front of him, its pages turning continuously. The blazing fire element condensed in the air, transforming into a roaring fire dragon that rushed straight towards Svez.

"Watch out!" cried one of the Medusa elders.

Swain's greatsword drew a blood-red arc in the air.

The sharp sword energy formed a barrier, tearing apart the fire dragon's impact and instead scorching the hair of the Persian Gulf warriors around it.

“The Eye of Knero does indeed counter your Medusa and petrification abilities,” Swain shouted to Ifra, “but it’s completely useless against me! Let me deal with it!”

Ifra nodded, her golden hair hissing as it transformed into a swarm of snakes: "Elders, join me in holding these three back!"

The three Medusa elders chanted incantations simultaneously, and green natural energy gathered in their hands.

The unburnt branches on the war tree suddenly came to life, and these branches, harder than iron, lashed out at Abdul and his companions like whips.

With a flash of his blade, Gordan sliced ​​the nearby branch into several pieces.

But more branches surged in from all directions, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

The Shadow Archmage Saphira, who had been silently observing the battle, finally made her move.

A tall, imposing black shadow silently emerged from behind him. This shadow was clearly a summoned otherworldly creature, five meters tall, with massive, layered muscles, arms hanging down to its knees, a face that was clearly that of some kind of insect, with sharp mouthparts, two long, thin antennae on its head, and a pair of transparent, jet-black wings on its back. Its eyes were bloodshot, and it exuded a chilling cruelty.

The dark figure transformed into a mass of shadow, merging into the shadows on the ground.

The next second, it appeared behind the Medusa elders, its sharp, knife-like fingers spreading out to pierce one of them in the back.

(End of this chapter)