Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Li Wei scratched his head, staring blankly at the head on the ground.

Honestly, he had expected this dragon-blooded kobold to at least exchange a couple of blows with him.

After all, with the dragon bloodline buff and mastery over fire elements, coupled with various powerful skills, it was clearly a master among masters.

Far stronger than those gladiators in the arena who only knew some inferior battle aura.

But he didn't expect to be instantly killed with a single move.

This was the first time he had gone all out; he hadn't even bothered to be this serious when dealing with brutes like Zart.

The lord, with his hands behind his back, looked up into the distance, feeling lost and shaking his head, sighing, "Alas, a master's loneliness is like snow."

Originally, reciting an ornate poem after a victory would have been more elegant, but the lord, this construction worker turned emperor, only knew some crude verses and lacked the literary talent, so he had to regretfully give up.

"Boss, your sword."

At this moment, Zart picked up the broadsword that Li Wei had dropped on the ground to show off and handed it over.

The lord took it and examined the greatsword a few times, speaking with certainty.

"The souls under this sword are all heroes among heroes; I wonder what kind of heroic figure the owner of this sword is."

Listening to his boss's inexplicable words, Zart curled his lips, wanting to say, "Isn't that you, boss?"

But suddenly realizing something, he quickly shut his mouth.

Unfortunately, Hogg, who had been wandering on the periphery, arrived at this moment and happened to hear Li Wei's words, and subconsciously chimed in: "Sir, isn't that your sword?"

"That's right!" The lord clapped his hands, looking like he had just realized it, and said happily, "I didn't expect I was such a heroic figure!"

Listening to the lord's self-praise, Zart turned his face away and grimaced, feeling as uncomfortable as if he had lice all over his body.

Pure power crushing brought the purest visual impact.

Even a camel can be killed by a single straw, let alone the human heart.

The giant dragon legion's fluttering banner had fallen to the ground at some point, and pairs of big feet constantly stepped over it, but no one cared.

After their leader was easily beheaded by the opponent, the giant dragon legion's already low morale plummeted, and the goblins and kobolds who fled first inspired the still hesitant lizardmen and leopard-headed men.

It eventually evolved into an avalanche-like rout.

The jackal cavalry, which had been providing support on the periphery, pursued and killed, continuing to expand the victory.

The battle was nearing its end, and teams of prisoners were being escorted to the temporarily built dungeon by the Highcliff Fortress warriors, while the citizens were being mobilized to clean up the battlefield.

Although this giant dragon legion was poor, stripping off the iron equipment from their bodies and sending it to the Highcliff Fortress blacksmith to be reforged was a considerable amount of weapons.

Sam, who had witnessed everything in this war while hanging on the flagpole, trembled and hugged Li Wei's thigh, crying bitterly: "Sir, I know I was wrong; I will never run away again; I swear to serve Highcliff Fortress with my life!"

The thought of the scene where the lord chopped the minotaur in half with a single sword made Sam uncontrollably fearful.

"Then I'll have to trouble you to help treat the wounded of Highcliff Fortress."

Li Wei said with a smile, speaking very politely, but it scared Sam to the point of collapsing on the ground, shaking his head like a rattle drum, saying that it was what he should do.

By the rushing river, the Burning Legion's orc barbarians were standing in a circle with their arms crossed, watching their captain interrogate the prisoners.

"Speak!"

"Are you going to talk or not?!"

"Your mouth is really tough; it seems I have to give you some harsh treatment!"

Zart whipped the leopard-headed man with the bullwhip in his hand; this guy's mouth was terrifyingly stubborn, and after receiving several ten-hit combos from him, he still wouldn't honestly confess.

The relentlessly whipped leopard-headed man wanted to cry but had no tears; if you want to know something, you should ask; just keep asking if I'll talk or not...

At this time, Li Wei, who had been waiting for news, became impatient and chose to take matters into his own hands, pushing through the orcs, grabbing the leopard-headed man's neck of fate, and slapping him hard twice on either side of his face.

"Are you the followers of a giant dragon?"

"Yes."

The leopard-headed man, who had been slapped twice for nothing, covered his face and tremblingly answered honestly.

But he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, finally not getting whipped.

"Why didn't this giant dragon come?"

"..."

The one thing Li Wei couldn't understand was why the giant dragon didn't come when this giant dragon legion attacked Highcliff Fortress.

When he was caught up in the battlefield, he had actually been paying attention to the distant sky with most of his energy, but unfortunately, he didn't even see a scale of the dragon until the end of the war.

This couldn't help but make him suspect the authenticity of the giant dragon; wouldn't this legion be a fake? That's why he had this interrogation.

After some interrogation, the leopard-headed man even had the news of how many leopard women's milk he drank as a child dug out.

And the lord also got the news he wanted.

This legion was indeed the great army of followers gathered by the giant dragon, but their southward movement was not the order of the giant dragon, but the dragon-blooded kobold's own decision.

As for the giant dragon, it was still sleeping.

This news made the lord overjoyed; if the giant dragon was still sleeping, he could completely launch a blitzkrieg.

However, the authenticity of this news was also worth considering; the lord did not listen to one person's words and interrogated dozens of prisoners in succession, all of whom gave the same answer.

With the battle over, Bai Ruisi Tina and Mir rushed to the battlefield from Highcliff Fortress behind them.

"Li Wei (Brother-in-law), are you okay?"

"Something's up." Li Wei was directing the ogres to drag the carriages out of the reeds, and after seeing Bai Ruisi Tina and Mir, he said, "I have a few things I need to ask you to do."

"The first thing is the prisoners; with Highcliff Fortress's current situation, it's impossible to swallow so many prisoners, but it's impossible to let them go." Li Wei pointed to the prisoners who couldn't fit in the dungeon and had to be arranged by the river, "Those lizardmen and leopard-headed men can be sold to slave traders as warriors or gladiators."

The lord was not a philanthropist, and he was not disgusted by the buying and selling of slaves; after all, these guys were all holding the idea of attacking Highcliff Fortress and killing or enslaving everyone in Highcliff Fortress; not directly killing them was already Li Wei's great kindness.

"Tina, you can contact Rolina about this; she is also involved in the slave business."

"Okay." Bai Ruisi Tina nodded.

"The second thing is the spoils of war; although many of the equipment are crude and tattered, they are still a considerable batch of weapons after being reforged."

Li Wei turned his attention to the weapons and equipment that had been collected by the citizens and piled up, "Mir, I'll leave this to you; recast these into iron armor."