Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"Boss, what is soft torture?"

Zart, always eager to learn, was the first to raise his hand and ask.

"Ahem." The lord coughed twice, his eyes turning to the priestess, who was also full of curiosity: "Miss Masha, the following topic is only suitable for us fighting men. It's best if a girl like you avoids it."

"Someone, take Miss Masha to warm herself by the fire. It wouldn't be good if she caught a cold in this freezing weather." The lord waved to two Orc guards.

Although she wanted to say that she was an Ice and Snow术士 and didn't fear the cold, Masha obediently followed the two Orc guards, whose arms were as thick as her waist, to sit by the newly lit bonfire not far away.

After delivering her, the two Orc guards hurried back, afraid of missing the lord's teachings.

They now unanimously believed that even learning a little from their boss would be enough for them to benefit for a lifetime.

Look at Commander Zart, always by the boss's side. Putting aside everything else, he has learned that imposing manner perfectly, making them extremely envious.

A crowd of Orc barbarians surrounded the lord, blocking every gap, all ears, afraid of missing a single word.

"Ahem, soft torture is to give it mental torment, not physical." The lord said, looking at the eager-to-learn crowd.

Unfortunately, everyone present was a rough man who couldn't read a single word. They didn't understand what 'mental' or 'physical' meant, only feeling it was profound, and they listened with half-understanding.

"Let me give you an example." The lord snapped his fingers.

"For example, I go and catch dozens of harpies and let this pig-head man taste their flavor. This torture definitely doesn't involve physical torment, but his mind will probably suffer greatly."

"This…"

All the Orc barbarians scratched their heads, as if a door that had never existed before had been opened.

Seriously, just thinking about the boss's method was chilling.

Those harpies reeked like rotten meat that had been left out for more than ten days, and their faces were as ugly as demons.

They were all iron-willed men, preferring to be put in stocks, beheaded, and die standing rather than be tortured in bed by these harpies.

"Hmph, humans only know how to play petty tricks."

Although inwardly alarmed, Tikri still spoke stubbornly, dismissively.

"Is that so?" At this moment, the lord smiled mysteriously, "What if we replace the harpies with goblins and give them a large dose of aphrodisiacs? How would you deal with that?"

Hiss~

All the barbarians gasped, making an indispensable contribution to the warming of the Northern Border.

"As expected of the boss!"

"We still have a lot to learn!"

The barbarians all gave thumbs up, thinking from his perspective, no… they didn't even dare to think. Just hearing the words made them feel a tightening in their chrysanthemum, and goosebumps all over their bodies. It would be disgusting enough to lose their appetite for three days and three nights.

Zart thoughtfully took note of it on the side.

"Damn human, is this the only trick you know? Do you dare to release me?"

Tikri roared angrily, shaking the snow off the catapults.

He was really scared. If he were to be humiliated by goblins, those rat-like creatures, he would rather die now!

Tikri couldn't imagine at all what it would be like for those weak creatures that they used as emergency food to wantonly sweat on him one day.

That kind of mental torment made him, a fighting man who had never known fear, feel fear for the first time.

Masha couldn't help but cast a glance. To be able to make a tribal leader in the wilderness who wasn't afraid of death so terrified, one could imagine how terrifying this "soft torture" was.

However, she didn't think it was cruel. She had lived in Whiteflow City since she was a child. Before the duchess took over, these alien races from the wilderness often raided south, killing countless people and plundering countless villages.

Masha had no good feelings for them at all.

"You can't stand it after only the first course? I haven't even brought out the ultimate insult yet." Levi sneered.

Dealing with this kind of fighting man, brute force is useless. You have to torment him mentally.

"Boss, what is the ultimate insult?"

Zart, who had already had his eyes opened, hurriedly raised his hand and asked again.

Today, he had learned a lot of knowledge from the lord, like a dry land in dire need of watering.

"Forget it, even I can't stand that stuff." Levi waved his hand, looking disgusted.

Unless it was a deep-seated hatred, he didn't want to use this trick easily.

Not to mention it would tarnish his reputation, but it would probably disgust him enough to lose his appetite for three days and three nights.

Tikri looked desperate, feeling chills down his spine just hearing those words.

Moreover, even this human who proposed using goblins to torture prisoners couldn't stand it. One could imagine how terrifying this so-called "ultimate insult" was.

"Think carefully. Until now, your allies haven't even sent any support. Obviously, they've abandoned you. Why bother being tough and suffering? As long as you confess honestly, I dare not say anything else, but you'll definitely have a place as a slave in Highcliff Fortress."

The lord temporarily advised him nicely.

To be honest, if it weren't to find out the real mastermind behind this wilderness coalition, the lord would have chopped him up with his sword long ago and fed him to the goblins and giants.

Why would he be messing around here in the freezing weather?

However, what he said wasn't entirely a lie.

Up until now, they had taken this place down and lit a bonfire. Anyone with an intelligence above that of a giant would know that this place had been occupied by the Thorns Legion.

Whether it was for the sake of the battle situation or anything else, logically speaking, they should have sent people to support this place.

After all, the three catapults in the rear could definitely bring them great pressure.

But until now, he hadn't seen even a shadow, not even a undead.

The meaning was already obvious.

Tikri shut his mouth and said nothing, but his heart had already wavered.

This coalition of theirs was only united for profit, and naturally, there wasn't much deep affection.

However, as a well-known powerhouse in the wilderness, being captured and then betraying his allies was too embarrassing.

Even if he could survive, he wouldn't have the face to face his tribesmen and the locals in the wilderness.

He was the leader of the Horned Bend Tribe, exceptionally brave, an unstoppable powerhouse. Under his leadership, the tribe had gradually become a famous large tribe in the depths of the wilderness, definitely not a coward who sought survival by betraying his allies.

Tikri looked determined and opened his mouth.

"Tough enough!" The lord sneered three times and waved his hand: "Drag him down. After we beat back these bastards, let him taste my methods."

This pig-head man was tougher than he thought. Facing these methods, he could actually grit his teeth and not let go.

It seemed that there were also hard bones in the wilderness, not all of them were like Sam, who was so frightened by a single sentence that he knelt down and surrendered.

"L-l-lord, I want to surrender, I surrender!"

The lord's words frightened Tikri so much that he couldn't speak properly and hurriedly shouted.