Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Just then, Sam walked over with a puzzled look on his face.

He had been meditating in his room to recover his magic, and first heard the sound of the horns, followed by the Highcliff Castle lord's order to assemble, so he rushed over.

Wasn't there a call to assemble? Why aren't there any soldiers around?

"You have the nerve to ask what happened?" The lord glared at Sam inexplicably.

"I heard the call to assemble, so I came over."

Sam realized that the atmosphere seemed a bit off, so he shrank his neck and said cautiously.

Li Wei raised his hand and smacked the shaman to the ground: "You dare to say that, I've been shouting for ages, and you only arrive after it's all over!"

Sam kept his mouth shut, he had only come over after hearing that there was no more commotion.

Zat couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly, Sam had successfully taken the blame for them.

Unfortunately, this small action didn't escape the lord's sharp eyes, and he jumped up and kicked Zat in the back, causing him to fall face-first into the dirt.

"You have the nerve to laugh, look at the warriors in your regiment, they can't even distinguish between enemy and ally, how are you leading this legion? Do you believe I'll demote you to the bottom and make you a common soldier?!"

Zat couldn't laugh anymore, he spat out the grass in his mouth and glared fiercely at the orc warrior.

Sam took advantage of the lord's scolding of Zat and ran away without looking back. He thought he could clock in at the end, but he didn't expect to be the one getting hit.

"Li Wei, what exactly happened?" Mireille and Beatrice also ran out of the lord's hall.

"It's nothing, just a misunderstanding, Muto and the others are back, and they were mistaken for an enemy attack."

Li Wei waved his hand dejectedly, not expecting Mireille, an outsider, to see such a joke.

"Get out, those who spread false information go and receive military law, Zat you write me a five-hundred-word self-criticism, if I don't see it tonight, you're in big trouble!" Li Wei said with a sneer.

This misunderstanding was all because of that old Beme, who came back shouting that someone was going to attack Highcliff Castle, causing the warriors to become extremely nervous and see enemies everywhere.

At the slightest movement, they immediately blew the horn to warn of danger.

But all in all, it was still due to the lack of intelligence gathering.

Li Wei wouldn't comfort himself, if it's not good enough, it's not good enough, proving that Highcliff Castle still has a long way to go.

Zat's face turned ashen in an instant, he would rather be whipped a hundred times than write a single word, wasn't this purely trying to kill him?

He laughed angrily and walked towards the training ground with the orc warrior who caused all of this, his arm around his shoulder.

After about a month, Muto, who had gone to relocate the tribe, finally returned.

Looking down from the hill, Li Wei saw nearly four or five hundred orcs, men, women, and children, slowly approaching, driving herds of livestock called horned cattle.

These strong cattle were more than two blades tall at the shoulder and weighed thousands of pounds, their bodies were covered with mountain-like luggage, looking like a whole clan was moving.

Faced with the unknown environment, the orc children anxiously hid in their mothers' arms, but their mothers were equally at a loss in the face of this situation.

Although Muto had repeatedly emphasized that there was no danger, some orc barbarians couldn't help but hold wooden sticks and wooden spears in the front, but they were quickly stopped by the more experienced and cautious elders.

Li Wei took the initiative to stride forward to meet them.

What he didn't expect was that he actually saw Joss and a dozen Feders warriors in the orc队伍, but now was obviously not the time to ask questions.

The lord gave them a look, and Joss, understanding immediately, led the people towards the lord's hall.

"Boss, this is the Great Chieftain of our tribe." Muto pointed to an extremely strong orc.

In terms of age alone, this should be an old orc, but his strong and solid muscles didn't show any signs of relaxation, and his size was even a circle larger than Zat.

You should know that Zat is now a full two and seven blades tall, this old orc is not much smaller than a troll.

"Chieftain is the meaning of the chief, right." Li Wei happily slapped the muscular old man's hand, the thick palm was calloused like sandpaper, making him feel like he was slapping the palm of a giant beast like an elephant.

Li Wei didn't understand Orcish, but combining the old orc's body of iron-like muscles, it was not difficult to judge that only the Great Chieftain could possess this symbol of strength.

"No, it's shaman, my lord." Orak bowed with his hand on his chest, with great respect.

Muto had told him about Highcliff Castle, although some things were a bit too magical, the well-equipped equipment and attendants couldn't be faked.

Especially the belief of reverence like that of a god couldn't deceive people, he was old and willing to believe the judgment of the tribe's most outstanding chieftain, and be loyal to this young lord.

"Puff!"

The orc women were offering the sharpest fangs of the strongest magical creatures hunted in the tribe, and a cup of pure white milk, according to the orc's ritual of loyalty.

The former represents fighting for the lord, and the latter represents loyalty as pure as milk without impurities.

Li Wei had just picked up the milk and took a sip when he couldn't help but spray it all over Muto.

"Cough cough... you... cough cough..."

Li Wei carefully looked at the old orc again.

He was burly, his arms as thick as marble pillars, and he must have been an exceptionally brave warrior when he was young.

Li Wei also noticed one point, this old orc actually had fingers-length horns on both sides of his forehead.

"You... are really a shaman?" Li Wei still couldn't believe it.

Honestly, no matter how you look at it, this old orc was a thorough warrior like Zat, not a shaman who knew witchcraft.

"Lord, you are really full of misunderstandings and prejudices about shamans." Orak patiently explained: "Shamans are not skinny, weak old men, on the contrary, every shaman is a qualified warrior."

"Is that so?" Li Wei looked at Muto and the others in doubt.

Currently, the only ones in Highcliff Castle who have truly learned witchcraft and become shamans are Sam and Old Neil, and these two are skinny little old men who look weak.

Therefore, Li Wei subconsciously thought that all shamans were like this.

Now suddenly there was a shaman who was even bigger than Zat, which made the lord somewhat unaccustomed.

"Perhaps it's a bit presumptuous, but I'd like to know what kind of witchcraft you know."

This caster's style was too unique, but Li Wei naturally couldn't hide his joy at being able to get a casting unit for free.

After all, Highcliff Castle's spellcasting team currently only has two cats, big and small, and urgently needs someone who can shoulder the burden.

"Blood Rage Awakening, Dragon Scale Blood Art, Blood Sucking Healing." Orak blinked his eyes, looking very innocent.

Good news: He is indeed a shaman, and knows three witchcrafts

Bad news: They are all berserker witchcrafts that buff themselves.

Li Wei's hanging heart finally died.