Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

How difficult it would be, Li Wei didn't say. He just trotted back to his tent to tidy up his chicken coop-like hair.

Finally, he combed his hair into a fashionable style, put on exquisite leather armor, stepped into a pair of fine deerskin hunting boots, and hung a beautiful mithril long sword on his leg.

Looking at the tall, well-proportioned, and exceptionally handsome young man in the ice water, Li Wei nodded with satisfaction.

Without saying anything else, just his attire alone would require the status of at least a duke to match his temperament.

Finally, he walked towards Foggello's camp with his head held high and his chest out.

If he guessed correctly, those priests of the Church of Ice and Snow were being entertained by Foggello.

As a member of the force blocking the wilderness allied forces, it was reasonable and appropriate for him to welcome these priests who came to support.

……

On the other side.

Zat was secretly coming to the camp designated for the Panda warrior squad to be stationed.

Their camp was right next to High Cliff Fortress, which was very convenient.

Several Pandaren warriors were carrying supplies and autonomously helping the auxiliary soldiers of the Thorns Legion build the camp.

They arrived too quickly, and Foggello hadn't built their camp yet, so they could only build it temporarily.

Including the more than three thousand reinforcements that suddenly increased, they were all building their own camps.

Zat was looking at them building the camp, when suddenly his eyes lit up.

These Pandaren warriors are basically three *ren* tall, with broad shoulders and round waists, but one who is setting up a tent is even more outstanding among them.

It is fully three *ren* five and upwards, more than a head taller than these Pandaren, and he also creatively tied his black and white fur at the chin into small tufts with copper hoops, which is very distinctive.

It was simply too pleasing to his eye.

Panda was originally laying the tarpaulin on top layer by layer, and was about to walk to the other side to put it up, but he didn't expect a green hand to have already laid it on top.

"You are?"

He looked at the green-skinned orc who came out and asked with some doubt, but he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

As far as he knew, green-skinned orcs are usually only two *ren* three or four tall, but this orc alone is almost the same size as his clansmen, and his whole body is full of tendon meat.

"I am from the High Cliff Fortress next door. I didn't see that our friends who came to support were building a camp, so I thought about coming to help."

Zat scratched his head and smiled honestly.

"High Cliff Fortress? I know you, thank you for your help, my name is Panda, what's your name?"

The Pandaren warrior said sincerely.

The Panta people have always had a good impression of people with good intentions.

"Zat."

Zat came up, and the two shook fists with one hand.

"Hiss."

This pair made Panda grin.

Although this orc is almost as strong as his clansmen, he is the best among his clansmen, and this orc is like malnutrition compared to him.

According to common sense, apart from the blessing of those special energies, only by physical strength, the larger the body often contains more power.

But at this moment, the power of this orc even feels greater than him, which is simply unreasonable.

Looking at Zat, who still had an honest face, Panda felt that he shouldn't have done it on purpose.

"Panda, where is your leader?" After a brief acquaintance, Zat asked curiously.

"I am."

"So you are the head of the Panda Warrior Group, Commander Pan, I was rude just now." Zat stood in awe and hurriedly added the title.

"Hey, I just happen to be a little more outstanding in strength, and I am fortunate to lead the clansmen, just call me Brother Panda." Panda waved his hand modestly, but he felt extremely comfortable in his heart.

"Brother Panda, I happen to be a regiment commander too, I will call all the warriors from High Cliff Fortress to help you build the camp." Zat said naturally.

Although he felt a little lost in his heart, but facing Zat's hospitality, Panda hurriedly waved his hand: "We can do these, how dare we bother you."

Zat firmly maintained his decision: "Brother Panda, to some extent, we are still the same kind, who should I help if I don't help you?"

"Hiss."

Panda was startled, looked at Zat suspiciously and then at himself. No matter how you look at it, this green-skinned orc and them with fur, can't be related.

Could it be that there are still secrets between the two that he doesn't know?

Before long, a group of muscular men from High Cliff Fortress came to the Panda's camp to help them build the camp.

Compared to those thin humans, although they don't show anything on the surface, their *qi* tells them that these humans have fear deep in their hearts.

These orcs, facing them, their enthusiasm is not half false, and both of them are muscular men, and in a moment they actually became one.

Calling each other old brother and little brother, as if they were cousins ​​who grew up together.

A group of fighting men, except for the other two, basically have no tricks, a compliment can make them one, and the relationship heats up rapidly.

"Commander Pan, it is our lucky day to meet you today. High Cliff Fortress has prepared a bonfire party to welcome your arrival." Zat invited enthusiastically.

"Commander Zat, the Panta tribe is very grateful for your hospitality." Panda said with a smile.

Everyone carries the sedan chair, although it looks rough, but after all, he has lived in human society for so long, he still understands this point.

Panda put his arm around Zat's shoulder, like an old big brother, and the two walked towards the camp of High Cliff Fortress with laughter.

The other pandas also discussed with the High Cliff Fortress warriors around them very happily. Most of them were discussing the battles they had experienced, and then at a very appropriate time, they gave a thumbs up and shouted directly: "Old brother is awesome."

A group of fighting men, except for the other two, basically have no tricks, a compliment can make them one, and the relationship heats up rapidly.

Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch.

When Li Wei came outside Foggello's camp, the two silver-armored guards on duty hurriedly gave a respectful salute.

"Baron." Lord

Although they were not under the command of this Baron, the identity of the nobles was there. They were just civilians and must salute when they saw nobles.

"Is Foggello inside?"

"The regiment commander is inside." One of the soldiers nodded, his tone respectful. "Baron, please allow me to go in and report."

Li Wei waved his hand and didn't embarrass them.

If it were Long Aotian, he would have scolded the two for not having eyes and rushed in directly. For this kind of behavior, Li Wei only felt that his cerebellum had not yet fully developed.

As the soldier came out to clear the way, Li Wei stepped forward, pushed open the door, and walked in.

Unlike the sweaty smell he imagined, it was filled with a unique fragrance.

In the middle was a wooden table with a dozen chairs placed around it, and it was already seven or eight full. At a glance, as expected, the leader was Foggello, and the rest were the seven priests.

But what Li Wei didn't expect was that Skye was also among them, and he immediately looked over with a smile but not a smile.

"Lord."

Frankly speaking, this Lord was not bad to him, and he even had a life-saving grace. It stands to reason that he should not hide it from him.

But because he had already pledged allegiance to Fulina, the virtue of the knight made him unable to betray his lord.

Therefore, caught in the middle, no matter what he did, it seemed very wrong, so he avoided this Lord.

Li Wei didn't say anything, and sat down next to him.

"Good day, Lord." Foggello motioned his entourage to pour tea and expressed his welcome with a smile.

Frankly speaking, he had neither a good nor a bad impression of Li Wei, the Baron, that is, he would not show disgust when he met him, nor would he show joy.

This High Cliff Fortress Lord, under the round after round of propaganda from his sister, is becoming more and more famous. Not only does he have a legendary story of swearing to protect his lord and bringing him out of the usurper's army, but now the northern folk even regard him as a hero who defeated the wilderness alien race.

After all, the civilians on the northern border have suffered from the wilderness alien bandits looting south for a long time, and there is no need to say more about their hatred for the wilderness bandits. Such a noble who specializes in cracking down on wilderness bandits is definitely worthy of their respect.

But in Foggello's eyes, or other people with a slightly higher status, it is another matter.

The so-called defeating the usurper's elite cavalry across almost a *Debei*, and safely sending the Lord to the northern border, may just be escaping disguised as a beggar or something, and it was said to be very tall for the sake of face.

As for defeating the wilderness alien race, defeating a hundred-person bandit group is also defeating, or defeating a thousand-person looting group composed entirely of goblins and other small * good-for-nothing*.

Even the name of the Dragon Slayer is a resounding horror.

The resume seems dazzling, but the gold content remains to be considered.

But... the most feared thing in everything is this word.

Ever since he personally witnessed this Lord killing the group of Minotaurs who had opened the berserk in the previous battle, like crushing an ant, these speculations have been completely overthrown in his heart.

This Lord has even been modest in the propaganda deeds. At least he is not as bloody in the story as he is in reality.

Those Minotaurs cleaned the battlefield afterwards, and they couldn't even piece together a complete body.

It was completely turned into a pile of minced meat, just like being chopped by a butcher with a bone chopper for a day and a night.

At this moment, this Lord has become as strong as Duke Fulina in his mind.

Not to mention, if it weren't for this Lord blocking the Minotaur's sneak attack, it would be difficult to determine what kind of losses the Thorns Legion would suffer afterwards, or it might just collapse directly.

And his wish to be promoted to a noble will be like fireworks in the room, desirable but never reachable.

For both emotion and reason, he deserves his respect.

"Just call me Li Wei, there is no distinction in the military camp." In order to maintain a humble persona, Li Wei said this.

"Lord, there is no need to be modest. According to the laws of *Debei*, nobles are nobles, whether in the military camp or anywhere else." Foggello folded his hands and stroked a delicate thumb ring on his index finger, his tone was unhurried, but it made people feel firm.

In good conscience, the person with the highest status among those present is this pioneer Baron, followed by him and Skye, both of whom are knights.

As for those priests of the Church of Ice and Snow, they are not included. Their identities are very difficult to define. They are usually higher than civilians, but they are not as good as nobles.

Under some Dukes who happen to need them, they will be more honorable than the Baron.

Li Wei picked up the hot tea poured by Foggello's entourage and took a sip.

This is a specialty of the north, goat milk tea, with a strong milky flavor and a dense entrance. Just taking a sip, he felt warmth gradually rising in his body.

He glanced at Foggello's entourage, a very young boy, with a childish face, and when he saw him looking over, he smiled shyly.

This made the Lord feel a chill behind his back and couldn't help but shudder.

Could it be that this Thorns Legion commander has unknown hobbies? Li Wei looked disgusted.

"Regarding this war, thank you all for your help. Originally, Duke Fulina should have discussed the details with you, but because of something, the Duke is temporarily unable to leave, so I am fully responsible for this war next."

As Foggello spoke, his eyes mainly fell on Li Wei.

Compared to others, this High Cliff Fortress Lord is now worthy of attention.

His role is comparable to a fully armed thousand-man team, and he can play an unimaginable role at critical moments.

Li Wei, who was bowing his head and sipping hot tea, felt a gaze fall on his face. He looked up and saw a priestess in a blue and white robe hurriedly turned her head.

He shook his head inexplicably, but before long the gaze fell on his face again.

Li Wei wondered if there was anything on his face, and couldn't help but said: "May I ask if there is anything on my face?"

The eyes of everyone present were involuntarily attracted.

"No...no...no."

Suddenly being gathered by so many gazes, the priestess suddenly stammered in a panic.

"Sorry, sir, Maisa didn't mean to offend you. She is just curious about you, so don't be offended."

Obviously the white-bearded old man who led the team, apologized for the priestess.

"Yes, yes, yes." The priestess Maisa nodded hurriedly.

"It's okay, I thought I had rice grains stuck to my face from eating this morning." Li Wei joked, and then looked at the priestess, showing what he thought was the most handsome smile: "I wonder what Miss Maisa is curious about me?"

Li Wei seemed calm on the surface, but he was almost laughing in his heart.

He came this time for these priests of the Church of Ice and Snow. Isn't being curious about him a good start?

It saves a lot of words.

"Don't worry, I won't be angry no matter what you say."

Seeing that she was a little hesitant, the Lord immediately added.

"I often heard stories about you in White Stream City. It is rumored that you have three heads and eight arms, and you are a demon from hell, with a hideous appearance and cruel and bloodthirsty, but...but..." Speaking of this, Maisa stammered a little.

Damn it, it's all slander!

The Lord shouted in his heart, but he didn't expect that his wise and mighty self was actually such an image in the hearts of the girls in White Stream City, which made him almost unable to catch his breath, but he still had to encourage the priestess to say it.

Looking at the Baron's expectant look, Maisa's cheeks were slightly red, and she finally mustered up the courage, "But..."