Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Deep in the wilderness, on a leeward slope, countless beast-hide tents, unique to the wild, were densely packed together, stretching endlessly to the horizon.

Various races moved through this unimaginably vast camp, the sparse snowfall indicating they hadn't settled here long.

A wooden house, distinctly different from the surrounding tents, stood at the center of the camp. Although it had no external decorations, the numerous sentries and patrolling guards made it clear that this wooden house was not as simple as it appeared.

Anyone with a slight knowledge of racial compendiums would notice that the two squads of twelve guards stationed at the wooden door were all pig-men.

These pig-men were all robust men, about two and a half 'ren' tall, stout and broad, clad in full-body iron armor, wearing iron helmets, and wielding iron spears.

If the Lord were here, he would surely cry out as if seeing the undead. Setting aside everything else, these pig-men were not only well-equipped, but they also stood unwavering outside in the cold winter, demonstrating an incredible will.

This was the Minotaur Allied Forces' simple command headquarters, housing the brains of the entire nearly thirty-thousand strong force.

To accommodate some incredibly massive brutes, the wooden house wasn't required to be exquisite, but the rooms had to be spacious, and the ceilings high.

This could be seen from the two wooden planks, each four 'ren' tall, serving as doors.

If a human came here, they would find that everything inside, from the chairs to the long tables, seemed gigantic.

Crackling, burning firewood emitted a warm red glow, not enough to illuminate the entire wooden house, but sufficient to see a black figure at the head of the long table in the middle of the room.

Judging by the silhouette alone, this figure was over three 'ren' tall while seated, making it unimaginable how tall it would be standing.

"Gus, have you scouted the movements of those humans?"

The voice came from the black figure's position, standard Common Tongue of the Middle Ages, so flawless that even a philologist couldn't find fault with it.

In this day and age, it inevitably sounded archaic due to its perfection.

After all, the Common Tongue of the Middle Ages originated in the Titan Era. Tens of thousands of years after the Titans disappeared, the Common Tongue became difficult to standardize, inevitably deviating from its original form over time.

"My steeds have scouted that they have set up camp a meal's distance from the Agate Plains."

A deep, muffled thunder of a voice erupted, still somewhat deafening even in this already spacious house.

Everyone in the room focused their gazes involuntarily. If an outsider were here, they would surely suffer a cerebral infarction from the sheer horror.

And after death, they would be unable to close their eyes due to fear.

Because the owner of this voice was simply too terrifying.

The ceiling was a full five 'ren' high, yet it still seemed cramped and crowded with him standing there. This was a centaur over four 'ren' tall, weighing nearly two thousand pounds.

His arms were as thick as iron towers, his muscles gnarled like old trees, and his limbs and hooves were strong and powerful.

He could probably crank a large ballista single-handedly, and it was impossible to imagine how far he could shoot with a drawn bow.

His face, of course, was not exactly terrifying, but definitely enough to stop a child from crying.

Around his head was a mane of thick hair like a lion's, and two golden horns curved backward from his cheekbones, pointing towards the sky.

This centaur might even contain dragon blood.

"Heh, to think they're trying to defeat us with just a few thousand people, humans are as arrogant as ever."

A voice came, not as terrifying as the centaur's voice, which could scare people to death, but it still made people want to cover their ears.

This was a pig-man, clad in black armor, not as tall as the centaur leader, but he was laterally developed, stout and broad.

In a way, he might outweigh the centaur in terms of weight alone.

"Human arrogance has always been the case, but isn't that to our advantage?"

The tall figure at the head of the table spoke again, his voice was measured and calm, not hurried, completely out of sync with his massive size.

Even after experiencing the impact of the centaur leader, one would still inevitably suffer cardiac arrest when seeing this figure's entire form.

If the centaur leader contained dragon blood, allowing him to break through racial limits to reach his current height, it would still be within acceptable limits.

But no one could understand why this minotaur had become so huge.

Sitting at the head of the table was a minotaur, only a head shorter than the standing centaur leader even when sitting on a huge wooden stump.

His two horns were as thick as wood, like two glittering, cold swords.

His arms were so thick that one person couldn't wrap them, a true behemoth. If he were to stand up completely, this room would not be able to accommodate him.

But strangely, he had various meaningless characters painted on his body with dyes, and held a huge scepter in one hand.

Logically speaking, this behemoth should be using a giant axe as large as a door, which would be more in line with its size.

But unexpectedly, he looked like a shaman or priest from the wilderness.

"If it weren't for Lord Leon's orders, I would still be enjoying male concubines in my lair during this damn winter."

An extremely seductive female voice came, enough to make people's imaginations run wild just by listening to it, but when they looked over, they would definitely be frightened for life, and have nightmares about this voice from then on.

This was a harpy, with the characteristics of a human female in her upper body, but the lower body had eagle claws as sharp as knives.

On the outside of her arms were a pair of huge wings, and the five fingers were also claws like feet.

Her upper and lower body only covered a few strips of cloth in important parts, which looked faintly visible, making people even more agitated.

If you ignore her face, it would be enough for some people with unique tastes to love it, but that dry face like a demon is enough to scare away the most stalwart warriors.

"I don't know what Lord Leon is thinking, he had to start a war at this time of year. This year's winter is much colder than in previous years."

A goblin, more than two 'ren' tall, wearing leather armor and a sword at his waist, added a sentence. If you ignore his face, no one would disbelieve that he was a human military aristocrat based on this dress alone.

This was a hobgoblin, belonging to the goblin family, but unlike the cowardly, thin goblins, these hobgoblins were the rulers of the goblin family, with high levels of tactics and strategy.

Generally, in the wilderness allied forces, these hobgoblins will serve as military officers, managing the entire allied forces.

If anyone came here, every single one of them would have empty eyes, like walking corpses.

Because this small room contained not gold and silver treasures, but monsters more terrifying than the last!

It would not be an exaggeration to call it a monster room.