Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

These catapults are too sophisticated; they definitely weren't built on the spot. Instead, they were disassembled into parts, brought here, and then reassembled.

A group of wild natives certainly doesn't have the ability to build assemblable catapults. The technical expertise required can only be achieved by a power with a mature military industry.

"Fojero is hiding a big secret from me!"

The lord guessed to himself.

"This pattern looks so familiar."

Just as the lord was wildly guessing, Maisha touched the cold metal shaft, looked at the strange pattern on it, and looked somewhat pained.

This is the pain of knowing what something is, but not being able to recall it at the crucial moment, like fighting with your own brain.

"It's okay, take your time. Anyway, we've caught a leader. When the time comes, we can just give him the whole shebang with the tiger bench and chili water."

Li Wei comforted her.

After all, the more you try to remember something, the more you can't. You can only recall it unintentionally.

Besides, that pig-headed man clearly has a high position in this coalition. He must know something. That's why the lord captured him alive.

"I remember!"

After racking her brains for a while, Maisha's eyes lit up and she shouted excitedly.

"I've seen this pattern in the church's library!"

"This is the evil emblem of the Spider-bodied Dark Elves. Legend has it that this evil emblem belongs to the evil god worshipped by the Drow Elves thousands of years ago—the Weaver of Fate!"

Maisha said with a heavy expression.

As a clergyman, remembering a portion of knowledge related to various mainstream gods is the primary task. After all, it's good to strike first when encountering hostile forces. Maisha happens to recognize this pattern.

"This…"

The lord became suspicious and uncertain.

If this Weaver of Fate is the Lolth mentioned in his previous life, then the trouble could be big.

However, now that the gods are hidden, Li Wei isn't too worried about this. Moreover, he is now a "devout" believer of the Goddess of Holy Light, and he has someone backing him.

It's just that these Drow Elves are not simple.

These dark elves are a matriarchal society. The status of men is similar to that of slaves, and they are also rich in priestesses.

They generally use a family or a city as a social structure.

Most Drow societies have a noble hierarchy.

Unlike in human and other societies, Drow nobles are completely different from commoners in terms of magical abilities.

Most Drow nobles have an extremely high affinity for magic. Basically, they are all spellcasters who know one or two spells.

They have some organized armies and sophisticated weapons and equipment.

They are completely different concepts from these wild natives.

If the real master behind these wild natives is this group of Drow Elves, then the trouble may be much bigger than Li Wei thought.

Seeming to see the lord's worries, Maisha comforted him a few times: "Your Excellency doesn't need to worry about this kind of thing just because of a badge. The Drow Elves have disappeared for thousands of years. Legend has it that they were exiled by the gods to the Underdark and can never come to the surface."

"Maybe these catapults were found by this group of wild natives from that ruin?"

"Although these catapults are not very old, most of the Drow Elves themselves are born spellcasters and know some magic that can preserve items, which is not very rare."

"In this day and age, even rats can be bridesmaids for cats. What else is impossible?" The lord maintained his own opinion, clapped his hands, and walked towards the side with his hands behind his back, looking at the Thorn Legion's camp.

Nowadays, all kinds of monsters and demons have emerged in this wilderness. It's really not surprising to have a bunch of Drow Elves.

Li Wei is just being cautious.

Maisha was thoughtful about the lord's words. Can Skaven be bridesmaids for cat people?

It doesn't seem impossible…

After all, there is a rumor that a rat person and a cat person are too close.

I can only sigh that this lord is knowledgeable. Most of her knowledge comes from books.

The Thorn Legion's camp was ablaze with fire. Even from hundreds of steps away, you could still hear the tragic fighting.

Especially the war cries of the Pandaren warriors, which were deafening and resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like the roars of ancient warriors.

One can imagine that most of the wild natives who bore the brunt of it were probably deafened and bleeding, and died from this move.

"Boss, what do we do next?"

Zha Te trotted to the lord's side, also looking at the battle below with his hands behind his back, shaking his head: "What a hearty and satisfying fight."

Glancing at it, Li Wei instructed: "Feed the giants something to eat, let the warriors move stones with them, and give this group of wild natives a big wave later."

"By the way, light a bonfire and give Fojero a signal."

Based on the principle of making the best use of everything, the lord naturally wanted to be the first to experience these catapults since they had become his, and try out the feel.

As for helping?

No need.

Without the deterrent of catapults, these wild natives are really hard to call opponents.

The soldiers of the Thorn Legion were mostly afraid of the boulders falling from the sky before, so they were timid when fighting. Without the catapults, their morale would naturally be greatly boosted.

With a hundred Panta warriors and six spellcasters, there's no way the Thorn Legion can't stop them.

The previous seemingly disadvantageous situation was actually just because the wild people's catapults caught them off guard.

Once the situation stabilizes, everything will develop in a good direction.

The lord, who had nothing to do, also strolled to the pig-headed leader who was tied up.

While sighing that this group of barbarians didn't know when they had stolen the divine skill of turtle shell binding from him, Li Wei really couldn't bear to look at the scene in front of him. The scene was too beautiful…

Maisha's face was even slightly red. If the person tied up at this time was not a burly man, but a woman, she would have already angrily rebuked the people of Highcliff Fortress for falling into the service of the god of lust.

Sitting on a stone covered with sheepskin, Li Wei endured his disgust.

"Name?"

"Pig-headed people are not afraid of death. Kill me if you want!"

Tikli gasped for breath, his eyes bloodshot.

It didn't expect that it would be fooled by that orc for a moment and be taken down in an instant. As a result, it was now being humiliated with this kind of binding method.

"He's a tough guy!" Li Wei sneered.

The seemingly praising words made the barbarians present couldn't help but shudder.

They had just fought fiercely, their bodies were hot, but listening to their leader's words, it was like a basin of the coldest water in February poured from their heads.

"It's over, this pig-headed man is going to be miserable!"

All the barbarians mourned for this warrior in their hearts.

"Thinking about it, torture like salting wounds, whipping, and burning clamps will definitely be useless on a tough guy like you, so Lord I am prepared to give you some soft torture." Li Wei said with a smile.