Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Even though the cold wind was biting, Tikri felt like he was under the scorching sun of June, and fine beads of sweat couldn't help but appear on his forehead.

"Gus, listening to this treacherous goblin, we're going to end up here sooner or later!" Tikri roared with a stiff neck.

Before coming, it was clearly agreed that we would jointly resist the Allied Forces, and after returning, we would receive a large amount of weapons and equipment and the most fertile pastures.

But now, as soon as it rushed up, it was sold out by this goblin, the promised reinforcements were late in coming, and the retreat horn was blown at a critical moment.

This goblin may just want to use this to consume its people so that it cannot profit from it.

"Tikri, put down Leyton, or I'll make sure you end up here first!"

The Centaur leader said without doubt, with arcs of lightning flashing on his body.

"You..." The pig-headed leader ultimately did not dare to compete with the Centaur, who was born to control the elements of thunder, glared at Leyton fiercely, throw him to the ground, turned and left.

"Gus, you will regret what you did today!" Only angry words remained in this space.

"Tikri is too impulsive, this is also good."

Leyton got up from the ground, patted his butt, tidied his messy collar, and his face still contained a smile.

"Compared to that Shaman Minotaur, we are all outsiders in this war, and only by uniting can we maximize profits."

Leyton looked into the distance, talking to himself.

Then he turned to discuss something with the Centaur leader.

Compared to the impulsive and irritable Tikri, this Centaur leader was more calm, and was also a smart person, and it would save a lot of effort to talk to him about some things.

......

With the retreat of the wilderness coalition forces, this melee also came to an end.

All the soldiers of the Thorns Legion breathed a sigh of relief and began to autonomously contract their formation.

"Sam? Get your ass over here and treat the wounded!"

The Minotaur who had opened berserk still had the last dozens of heads left. After the lord personally beheaded them, he began to gather the wounded in the open space, shouting at the top of his voice.

"Lord, here, here."

Only one a unit of measurement, approximately 1.38 meters or so, the thin Sam was like a rat living in the shadows among a group of orc guards with an average height of two a unit of measurement, approximately 2.15 meters.

He hurriedly squeezed the buttocks of two barbarians, drilled in, tidied his tilted felt hat, and began to cast healing spells on the wounded of High Cliff Fortress.

"Have the casualties and spoils of war been tallied by Mir?"

The lord sat in a dignified manner on a Minotaur, still holding the helmet dripping with blood in his arms.

Originally, he could accurately determine the number of casualties by just looking at the system panel.

But the purpose of bringing Mir here was to train him, so these things were naturally left to him to do.

"Brother-in-law..."

Mir was interrupted by the lord rolling his eyes as soon as he opened his mouth.

"How many times have I told you, use titles when you are working!"

Obviously, the narrow-minded lord still remembered what someone said about coming to save him.

"Lord Baron, of the fifty personal guards, only five led by you were injured, of the one hundred orc heavy infantry regiment, ten died, and twenty were injured, and the Fed archers were not damaged." Mir replied in a methodical manner.

Although I know that with the still inferior number of people to annihilate more than 400 Minotaurs who opened berserk, this result is not remarkable, but shocking.

But there was still a breath in the lord's heart that he couldn't get up, and his eyes were blank and dull.

He felt heartache for every precious one that died, and he could even call out the names of the ten orc barbarians who died.

These Minotaurs are indeed worthy of being the top strong race in the wilderness, and the one手(一手: trick) berserk is even more makes one's head hurt.

Now his strength is already not what it used to be, and he alone killed nearly 200 Minotaurs in this battle.

If ordinary people encountered his kind of killing star, they would have collapsed and fled in all directions.

As a result, this group of Minotaurs was completely annihilated before they completely lost their resistance, which is also the reason for the reduction of High Cliff Fortress.

Encountering a group of madmen who have lost their reason, no matter how brave the barbarians are, they will eventually be exchanged ten under the tactic of exchanging injuries for injuries.

The lord personally closed the eyes of ten corpses of High Cliff Fortress orc warriors, and finally their partners wrapped them in a straw mat, after all, no one would let their partners expose the corpses in the wilderness.

Li Wei was silent for a long time watching this scene.

Instead, Mir and Zart took the initiative to comfort him, saying that as a warrior, fighting and death are originally part of their lives, and it is a rare honor to die in a battle that is dazzling enough.

Moreover, only ten warriors died in this battle, and their boss played 90% of the role, and about half of the minotaurs were beheaded by him.

"When I go back, I will build a warrior cemetery on the Moon Gazing Slope in the southwest direction of High Cliff Fortress to make their deeds circulate forever."

Li Wei just made such a promise.

Even Zart, who is usually simple-minded, was silent.

In the past, in the wilderness, the deaths of partners were mostly cremated on the spot, not because this method would allow companions to go to the kingdom of God.

But exposing the corpses in the wilderness would be eaten up by goblins or other creatures, so they had to do so.

Otherwise, building a cemetery to let the dead sleep forever, leaving a complete corpse, and finally erecting a monument to record the deeds of the past, is something that everyone envies in their hearts.

For a warrior who is supreme to honor, it is a great honor to be able to leave a complete corpse and a tombstone recording the deeds after death.

But doing so is often time-consuming and laborious, and it also requires wasting manpower and material resources to spend time cleaning, so for the sake of convenience and simplicity, they are cremated.

This is also the mainstream practice of all forces today.

But now......

At this moment, everyone in High Cliff Fortress seemed to have eye problems, and one by one they lowered their heads and rubbed their eyes. When asked what was wrong, they all said that they had just killed people without blinking, and their eyes were too dry.

But secretly, one by one, their eyes were filled with tears.

I was just afraid that my lord would see it and laugh at them all as well-known warriors, how could they still shed tears.

"Lord, in some ways you are really different." Skye also said with a look of emotion.

There are also cemeteries in the Northern Border, but they definitely have nothing to do with a group of common soldiers. The worst people who can enter after death are at the level of deputy regiment commander, and they have to make great contributions.

"It's just that we are both warriors, I can understand what a warrior needs." The lord shrugged.

Although there were losses, the gains were not small.

In addition to the personal guards who were all rank five, the remaining Fed archers and orc heavy infantry regiments, each had ten or so saved enough experience, and were directly upgraded to rank five by the lord.

The spoils of war are naturally the iron armor on the Minotaurs. Although most of them are very broken and not very sophisticated.

But these four hundred or so minotaurs are fully armed, and re-smelting these iron armors and weapons is definitely an exceptionally considerable number.