Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Being disturbed during a good thing by a trebuchet stone, the Lord was already holding a bellyful of anger.

He pressed the holy sword at his waist and rushed out again, but then seemed to remember something, and instructed Zart, who was behind him, "Zart, go fix the door of our legion commander's office. What kind of sight is it for a conference hall to be exposed to wind and snow?"

Zart grinned at the people looking at it, stood the door up against the door frame, barely able to block some of the cold wind, and then it left with the Lord with satisfaction.

Crack~

Bang!

As a result, after only a few steps, the wooden door, which had long been unable to bear the weight, shattered into pieces.

For some reason, Fulgero always felt that the speed at which these two left had accelerated a bit, and their figures quickly disappeared into the night.

Everyone was mourning for this group of pig-men. The Lord Lee had completely annihilated four hundred minotaurs who had gone berserk, let alone pig-men?

"Fulgero, I..."

Skye looked at the legion commander in the first seat with an apologetic expression.

In fact, among the people present, only he had a deep personal relationship with the lord of Highcliff.

This knight, who adhered to the spirit of chivalry, believed that he also had some responsibility for what had happened.

"Skye, this Baron Lee is very clever. From beginning to end, he and his orc subordinates didn't even make a move to reach for their weapons."

Fulgero just smiled and straightened his collar.

Don't underestimate this small detail, because it contains great meaning.

This represents that this Lord never thought of using force to coerce them, but everyone was initially intimidated by his aggressive appearance.

Especially when he recalled the Lord's unparalleled figure in front, he subconsciously feared opposing him.

That's why he fell for his little trick.

It is undeniable that Fulgero was also taken aback at first, but later, after careful consideration, he understood the deep meaning.

However, the stacked wood has already been made into boats, and as a legion commander, he promised to tell this Lord a part of the truth.

If he goes back on his word, it will cause serious damage to his reputation, which is not conducive to future development.

Fortunately, this Lord voluntarily went to solve the hard bone of the trebuchet, which saved a lot of effort.

It's not a loss.

Fulgero thought, tapped the table, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, let's discuss how to deal with this group of wilderness natives. Repeated failures have damaged the reputation of the Thorns Legion!"

...

When the Lord, with an imposing manner, led a group of muscular men in iron armor, rampaging out of the camp, preparing to head north, he didn't expect someone to block his way.

"Lord, I want to do my part to help you."

Maysa looked firmly at the Lord in front of her, wearing black iron armor, a scarlet cloak fluttering in the wind, and a full-coverage helmet.

"Miss Maysa! Miss Maysa!"

At this time, anxious shouts sounded, and Mir ran over in a hurry, looking ashamed when he saw Lee: "Brother-in-law, I couldn't keep Miss Maysa."

"I'll deal with you when we get back." The Lord waved his hand, uncovered his mask, and looked down at the little girl in front of him: "Maysa, war is not a child's play, and it's not as romantic as the knight novels say."

"Once the fighting starts, life is cheaper than weeds, and countless people will die in various unbearable ways every moment."

The Lord advised kindly.

He was very optimistic about this young female priest. Compared to the other more cowardly priests, the Lord quite appreciated this girl's courage and stubbornness in her bones.

What he despises most is not people without ability, but those who are capable but weak.

The other priests have obviously been trained by those churches to become qualified clergy, only this Maysa still retains some independent thinking.

So he didn't want to directly let this priestess see that tragic fight, after all, everything should be gradual.

"It's because I know these things that I came here. Only war can solve all disputes. Negotiation and concession cannot bring peace." Maysa said, looking at the historical books and gaining some insights from them.

Throughout history, those countries that negotiated and constantly made concessions and eventually perished are too numerous to mention, which is enough to be alarming.

She looked firm and said in a serious tone: "If it is for peace, then these sacrifices are necessary."

"Hahaha, Maysa, I find that I like you more and more!"

The Lord laughed three times, sincerely put a hand on the priestess's shoulder, and stared at her: "Welcome to join Highcliff."

"Yes!" Maysa suppressed her excitement and quickly said, "Lord, I know the Snow Mirror Technique. Although this magic is not even considered a low-level magic, it can hide the figure in this season."

"I was able to sneak over here just now because of this magic."

"What is the maximum number of people it can accommodate?" The Lord was a little surprised and quickly asked.

Thanks to the Blur spell of the minotaurs last time, Lee no longer dares to underestimate this kind of spell that can hide traces.

If used well, it may be able to turn the tide of the battle.

"A hundred people is no problem." Maysa was so firm.

As a result, when she actually used this spell, the Lord rolled his eyes at Maysa on his shoulders: "Is this what you call a hundred people?"

They are now in a white罩 (zhào - cover) , and sixty or seventy orc barbarians are squeezing together.

Maysa was a little embarrassed. The number of people she said was based on humans, and she had forgotten that the guards of Highcliff were all fat orcs, and one person would occupy the space of two people.

Since the area covered by Maysa's spell was limited, and the number of Highcliff warriors was too large, the only way was to reduce the number of people and try to squeeze in as many as possible.

"Advance!" The Lord rolled his eyes from the sweat of the barbarians around him.

Only Maysa, as a woman and caster, received a little preferential treatment, riding on the Lord's neck, able to breathe the fresh air above. She waved her arms and shouted imposingly: "Charge!"

Even strong men like Zart inevitably had a feeling of their feet leaving the ground, and were elbowed by the barbarians around them without any temper.

The Snow Mirror Technique is not a profound magic after all. Its function is to put a reflective ice crystal cover above everyone, which has the same effect as a mirror.

So looking over here, although it will be found to be completely the same as the surrounding white snow.

But after everyone leaves, a little attention will reveal that a pile of messy footprints suddenly appeared in this location.

At the same time, the sound cannot be hidden.

Fortunately, thanks to long-term training and the blessing of the system, the barbarians are as silent as the snow stones on the Tianshan Mountains, taking small steps, bypassing the main battlefield, and heading towards a hillside with shadowy figures under the moonlight.