Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 510 Always on the Edge of Death

Abdul's actions ignited chaos on the battlefield.

The spell of Purgatory's Wrath is taking shape, turning the entire sky red. Flame runes flow within the magic circle like living things, radiating suffocating heat waves.

"Retreat! Retreat! Get back into the cave!" The goblin Layton, standing on the first platform of the war tree that had been breached by the barbarians, commanded them to retreat as the sky turned blood red and the dense elemental power was clearly gathering.

This goblin advisor may be far weaker than Mil and Zart, but his decisiveness and keen insight as a commander are something even the lord would admire.

Any spell of exceptional power, reaching the level of Nebula Chain Lightning and Purgatory Burning Wrath, requires not only an extremely long incantation time and astonishing mana consumption, but also an extremely long time to condense.

Of course, this length of time is only relative. Faced with a super-large-scale magic spell that covers an area of ​​nearly fifty miles or more, ordinary people have no way to escape.

The barbarians of today, in terms of both strength and discipline, have long reached a level that is difficult for the world to match. They left fifty Dragon Vein Berserkers to block the counterattack of the berserk Persian Gulf warriors, while the rest immediately surged into the cave behind them, which was only a thousand paces away.

"Lady Ifra, if you want your people to live, then let them hide underground with us. There's no time to waste now," the goblin shouted hoarsely at Ifra on the war tree platform. "Now that the eye is no longer suppressing you, you can easily petrify all these Gulf warriors!"

In fact, besides rescuing these Medusas, Layton also wanted to use the Medusa chieftain's abilities to stop the Persian warriors from harassing the High Cliff Fortress warriors.

On this battlefield, both the Persians and the people of Gaoyabao appeared so insignificant and powerless.

Realizing that entering the cave would save their lives, all the Persian Gulf warriors went berserk, charging and attacking recklessly, ignoring even the Medusa vassal warriors on the giant war tree.

There were tens of thousands of Persian Gulf warriors present. This number was easily dealt with by the warriors of High Cliff Fortress in a short time, and what they lacked was precisely time.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ifra adopted Layton's suggestion immediately.

Her blonde hair danced wildly, her eyes, with only the whites showing, swept over the densest group of Persian Gulf warriors at the platform entrance.

The terrified screams came to an abrupt halt.

The thousands of Persian warriors at the forefront remained in their charging posture, instantly frozen into a group of stone sculptures in various poses, their faces showing madness and horror forever captured.

"You go first!" Ifra shouted at the somewhat stunned Elder Medusa, while she herself slithered with her snake tail towards Safila, who was confronting Swain.

Before leaving, she needed to deal with the other party.

As for Abdul, he could no longer see the other party's figure, and now he couldn't catch up with him. Ifra sighed, "The life crystal is gone, so be it. The lives of our people are more important."

The other Medusa elders and the beautiful snake women awoke from their daze.

In an instant, the crisscrossing petrification rays, like a web of death, enveloped the first platform.

The Persian Gulf warriors' charge was abruptly halted, with new stone statues constantly forming along their path, hindering the following troops.

Medusa's vassal warriors protected the beautiful snake women as they rushed down from the platform. Along the way, they encountered a few Persian Gulf warriors who tried to stop them, but just as they were about to attack, the dragon vein beastmen descended from the sky and dealt with them all.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" Layton stood at the entrance of the cave, shouting at the top of his lungs, giving priority to the Medusa warriors and vassal warriors.

The barbarians spontaneously formed the last line of defense, blocking the few Persian Gulf warriors who managed to break through the petrifying rays.

"Why aren't you running for your lives? What are you still doing here entangled with me? Do you want to die here? Or do you want me to die with you?" Gordan roared at the four people who were still pressing him. His blood sword was wielded in a dense and impenetrable manner, but the fine beads of sweat gradually appearing on his forehead proved his anxiety.

"Help!" The Shadow Archmage Saphira, who had been sparing with words since the battle began, came to Gordan's side.

Gordan was overjoyed; with the other party's help, it would be easy for the two of them to escape. But soon his face turned ugly.

Because the other side also lured the traitor Swain and Ifra over.

"Kill them!" Zart roared like a tsunami and charged forward.

This guy, relying on his own strength and with the help of those around him, prevented Gordan from directly defeating him, which annoyed him greatly.

Seeing that the other party still dared to come up and seek death, a blood blade formed from blood energy flew out. After being dodged, it made an extremely tricky turn and flew back.

If this hits, Zart will be cut in two, and unless the Holy Light Pope is there, no one can save him.

"Watch out!" Vorebel picked up a boulder and threw it, then slapped it with his claws. The price was that his hand was sliced ​​off, leaving only a bit of skin connecting it. However, the blood blade ultimately missed its target, tearing a large gash in the war tree before dissipating.

"Thanks, Commander Pan!" Zate said in a muffled voice.

"Zha Shuai, you and I are not thanking each other." A smile seemed to appear on Worebel Bear's face.

"Ifra, make your move!" Swain roared.

Without him even giving any orders, the beautiful snake clan chief and everyone present were no fools. They each used their own special moves, preparing to crush the two of them to death right there.

Ifra's petrification, Swain's blood sword, Zart and Worebel's attack, and the three-headed golden man's smashing attack.

"Damn it!" Gordan's face turned extremely ugly.

The incredibly sharp petrification technique first petrified his feet, and then Zart's battle axe clashed with his sword, producing a deafening clang.

Saphira's situation wasn't much better; Swain had blocked his shadow warriors, while the three-headed golden man launched a fierce attack on him.

The pitch-black shadow shield in front of him shattered one after another, and he was about to give up.

The most troublesome thing is that, like Gordan, his feet are irreversibly petrifying upwards.

suddenly.

Whoosh whoosh!
A whooshing sound came from the sky, and the two of them looked up at the same time, only to see a silvery white sword light.

But it was too late.

Gordan's head wasn't as hard as adamantite, nor was it able to withstand the sword beams falling from the sky. His head was instantly pierced like a beehive, and a large amount of blood mixed with brain matter flowed out. His body collapsed to the ground with a thud, and he was dead beyond any doubt.

Saphira, needless to say, his only pride was turning the Shadow Lord into his summoned creature. His own defense relied on magical equipment. Although he knew other spells, his low-level defensive spells, which could be cast instantly, obviously couldn't stop these sword beams, while the high-level ones required time.

Several sword beams, one after another, passed through the gaps in the shadow shield and smashed into the opponent's chest. The opponent instantly collapsed to the ground and could not get up, and the shadow lord also disappeared.

When the master dies, the summoned creature also disappears. Everyone turned their gaze to the sky.

Little Swan Helena's rapier still pointed to the sky, her snow-white wings fluttering slightly behind her. Her small face was full of determination, and against the backdrop of the sky that had almost turned into a sea of ​​fire, her small figure looked inexplicably majestic.

"Never underestimate any Swan Rider, especially when he charges with a death wish!"

……

"Hurry! Hurry!" Zart was covered in blood, some of his own, but mostly of his enemies. He roared and kicked the last Medusa vassal warrior into the burrow.

It turned its head to look at the increasingly dazzling fire array in the distant sky, the deadly heat stinging its skin.

"Zha Shuai, let's go in too."

Worebel had returned to normal; it stood at the entrance of the burrow, waving and beckoning to Zart.

Zha Manzi ran over, and just as the two were about to crawl inside together, Zha suddenly caught a glimpse of a surging shadow behind Vorebel out of the corner of his eye.

Its pupils contracted, and without the slightest hesitation, it pushed Worebel into the burrow.

"Zha Shuai, you..." Vorebel, who had fallen into the cave, looked up at Zha Manzi at the cave entrance. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that a long, jet-black sword had "grown" out from the left and right sides of the other man's chest.

As the longsword swirled, "Heh heh..." Zha Manzi spat out blood, trembling all over. He grinned, his once-white teeth now covered in blood and froth: "Pan... Commander Pan, I don't owe you anything now..."

Its body swayed, stumbled, and fell into Worebel's broad chest, splattering blood all over the bear-man's face.

The once unwavering and resolute orc barbarians were now visibly stunned, followed by a surge of heat that coursed through their veins and drove them all into a frenzy of rage.

At this moment, the beast's blood boiled!
"Come back here, all of you! Do you all want to die with Lord Zart?" Layton roared fiercely at the barbarians who were about to rush out to seek revenge.

The barbarians ignored them, their eyes filled with anger as they stared at the shadow warrior at the cave entrance, who seemed to be defiantly flicking his shadow blade and gradually retreating.

"Is this how you repay Lord Li Wei?"

Layton silenced the barbarians with just one sentence, their hands gripping their weapons making a soft "crack" sound as the immense force caused the leather covering the weapons to burst.

These barbarians usually appear honest and simple-minded, but in reality, they are extremely arrogant. Apart from the lord, no one can truly control these proud warriors.

Vorebel cradled Zart's still-warm body, his bear form trembling violently. The usually cheerful bear-man let out a suppressed growl, hot tears mingling with Zart's blood as they seeped into his fur.

Zate lay in its arms, his face ashen, barely alive. Two transparent holes were visible in his steel breastplate. The bear-man was clearly afraid that Zate's heart was in a different location than that of an ordinary person. Two shadow blades pierced his back and churned like scalpels. His heart had long since rotted into a pulp, and blood gushed out like a waterfall. The bear-man tried to cover the holes with its furry hands, but the blood couldn't be stopped. It would come out from behind as soon as it was covered in front. Zate's life was slowly slipping away, and his eyes were gradually losing focus.

If it weren't for his exceptional physical condition and the vital energy within his body sustaining his life, an ordinary person would have died long ago from such a fatal injury.

"Chief Steward Layton..." a bloodshot-eyed berserker said in a hoarse voice, "Let us go out and kill that bastard!"

"Shut up, all of you!" Layton's shrill voice echoed in the cramped tunnel. "Going out now is suicide! Do you want Zart to die in vain?"

The goblin advisor stood on a protruding rock, his short stature now exuding an undeniable authority: "Remember this hatred! But not now—the wrath of the infernal heavens is about to fall, everyone get back inside!"

From deep within the tunnel came the panicked cries of Medusa warriors, and Ifra sternly rebuked her people for maintaining order.

Swain wiped the blood off his sword and silently walked to Layton's side.

"The entrance to the cave needs to be sealed off, otherwise the flames will pour in through it," the surrendered legendary general of the Persian Gulf Empire said succinctly.

Layton nodded, then nodded to Paya behind him.

The local people immediately used earth elemental magic to gradually seal the cave entrance.

Just then, the entire tunnel began to shake violently.

"The spell is complete!" someone shouted.

Even buried deep underground, its destructive power remains clearly perceptible.

The soil overhead began to scorch, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of burning. From deep within the tunnel came the terrified prayers of Medusa's vassal warriors.

Zart struggled to utter some indistinct words, and even with his ear close to its mouth, Vorebel could only barely make out "boss," "no chance to stay by its side," and other such phrases.

"Don't say anything, Pan Shuai, I know everything." Worebel's eyes were filled with tears, hoping that the other party would save his strength to hold on for a little longer.

However, they don't have a single mage with healing abilities here, and they're trapped underground, so there's no way to provide any medical assistance.

Moreover, even a Holy Light Sorcerer would be powerless to treat such a fatal wound here, unless Lord Li Wei or the Holy Light Pope were present.

So what's the point of persisting a little longer?

The bear-man slammed his fist into the stone wall beside him, looked up, and felt a burning sensation in his eyes.

"Where are the Ironspine Oak seeds?!" While everyone else was in a state of panic, the goblin remained rational.

It still remembered that back in the Fallen Spring Forest, Zate had met a giant camel who gave it a blessed Ironspine Oak seed. This seed could keep it in a near-death state when it was about to die, which was perfect for Zate's current condition.

This reminder brought the matter to everyone's attention.

Upon hearing this, Vorebel quickly searched Zart's body and soon found a seed the size of a walnut.

Nobody knows if it will work, but we have no choice but to try anything.

"How do I use it?" Vorebel couldn't help but shout impatiently.

However, without anyone saying anything, when the seed was taken out and stained with the blood on the bear-man's palm, this ancient and unremarkable seed immediately emitted a faint light and actively burrowed into the bear-man's body and disappeared.

The gushing blood from his chest stopped immediately. Although the two horrifying wounds had not healed, anyone could see that Zate's complexion had improved considerably. Although he was still on the verge of death, he had miraculously maintained this condition.

(End of this chapter)