Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

As the sun in the sky tempered its heat, resembling a duck egg yolk, the direct assault of the demons finally thinned out from a dense swarm, the horrific casualties and the piles of comrades' corpses forming small mountains served as a huge deterrent to those who followed.

A series of loud, guttural calls began to echo among the demons, and with a resounding "moo" that shook the heavens and the earth, they began to slowly contract and retreat.

These demons were not about to completely collapse due to this one setback; they had been fighting like this for days.

As the demons retreated, they left behind a group of cannon fodder lesser demons to cover their rear. These cowardly little things, when singled out, were even more timid than rabbits when facing powerful enemies, but once they had a high-ranking demon leader, they seemed to be blessed with a berserker enchantment, charging fearlessly and using their lives to buy time for their comrades to retreat.

Li Wei casually tossed away the broadsword in his hand, which had already become a lump of scrap metal. The broadsword, carrying abundant power, instantly plunged into the midst of these lesser demons.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood flowed across the earth as if it were free. Miserable screams rang out one after another.

He watched as the ferocious demon army headed into the distance, gradually disappearing from sight.

Although these guys had suffered a great loss this time, they still maintained considerable order in their retreat, even taking the time to utter a few harsh words in the abyssal tongue.

"Phew, Boss, should we pursue them?" Zha Te swung his battle axe, his face already showing signs of fatigue, but still full of high fighting spirit.

"No need, they won't be so easily routed," Li Wei shook his head. He saw many wizards hidden within the demon army, malevolently preparing magic. If anyone pursued, they would face a painful price.

The temptation of system advancement was irresistible to anyone, and the people of Highcliff Fortress were no exception, so they often possessed an unimaginable, highly proactive eagerness for battle.

"Lord, several orc warriors are seriously injured and urgently need treatment," Heather jogged over from behind, her body drenched in sweat, indicating that she had given her all in this battle.

"I'll go take a look," Li Wei took a deep breath.

To be honest, it was already good enough that Highcliff Fortress had only suffered casualties now.

Although these demons were not strong enough to crush Highcliff Fortress, they had a lot of numbers. In the face of disregard for casualties, they could still wound the barbarians.

There were five barbarians lying on the grass. Their armor was damaged, but not fatally. The only terrifying thing was the terrible lacerations on their necks, almost reaching their throats.

Some orc barbarians were frantically tearing off strips of cloth and stuffing them into the wounds, trying to stop the blood from gushing out.

These were wounds inflicted through the weakest points of the armor's defense, and to do this required superb martial skills. Obviously, these wounds were most likely caused by the Six-Armed Snake Demon warriors.

"Chief," the surrounding barbarians were unusually somber, finding it difficult to rejoice even in the face of this unprecedented victory.

"What the hell are you all standing around for? Scatter a little!" The lord cursed, then squatted down next to the barbarians to check their injuries, quickly breathing a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the injured barbarian in front of him.

"Heh heh… Chief, are we going to die soon?"

They could clearly feel the loss of vitality, so they prepared to leave a last will in this limited time: "Although you are sometimes a little too stingy, even back then…"

The barbarians revealed their inner thoughts, completely unaware of the increasingly dark expression on someone's face.

"Are you done?" Li Wei asked with a smile after waiting for them to finish.

"There's one more thing, Chief, you should find a wife as soon as possible, the more the better, and it's best to have a bunch of little chiefs." The barbarians exchanged glances, and then said in unison, "Everyone cares about this very much."

No one in this world is a fool, and they are no exception. They understand that Highcliff Fortress has come to this point and is united because of the backbone in front of them.

Although it may sound a bit rebellious, if something unexpected happens to their chief, it is difficult to say whether Highcliff Fortress can maintain its current state.

Therefore, a candidate who can take over Highcliff Fortress and is respected by everyone is extremely important.

And this person is undoubtedly the chief's offspring.

This is also the default inheritance method throughout the continent of Middle Earth.

A dragon's son is still a dragon, and the offspring of their chief must not be much worse.

"I promise you this last wish," Li Wei patted them on the shoulders, then asked with a smile, "But now there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Uh, let's hear the good news first," the barbarians were stunned, then said subconsciously.

"The good news is that you won't die," Li Wei grinned, revealing two rows of neat white teeth before they could cheer: "The bad news is that when you recover from your injuries, it may be more uncomfortable than death."

Good, good, good, dare to slander his Highcliff Fortress lord like this, wearing small shoes is not enough to show his authority, so he simply tells them bluntly - it will be miserable when they recover from their injuries.

The joy that had just appeared on the faces of the wounded immediately turned into bitter expressions.

After several rounds of system upgrades, the vitality of these barbarians has become extraordinary, coupled with the effect of the max-level "Healing" skill.

In the face of this injury, which would be almost fatal to ordinary people, they still have the strength to reveal their inner thoughts.

But the top priority is to sew up the wound first, otherwise, even if their vitality is strong, it will still be lost over time.

But now he is in trouble, now in this broken place, it is a bit difficult to find a doctor who can sew up wounds, even finding a tailor is a bit difficult.

Although he knows what to do, he has not practiced it yet. Just as he was about to treat a dead horse as a living one, Sam raised his hand in the distance and volunteered.

"Lord, do you need to sew up the wound? I think I can try it."

The little old man's face was pale, panting constantly, and even needed Mir to support him to avoid falling to the ground. If it weren't for the Stone Skin spell he had cast with all his magic power, the barbarians would have been injured even more seriously, and it might not have been possible to hold on until now.

"Have you learned it?"

Li Wei ordered someone to prepare needles and thread, while asking in surprise.

"I learned a little when I had nothing to do in Highcliff Fortress," the little old man said modestly.

In fact, he took the initiative to learn after figuring it out.

When he decided to completely join Highcliff Fortress, he understood that only by having an irreplaceable role could he have a position here.

But in terms of spellcasting, there were the stronger drow elves, and he didn't know swordsmanship as a warrior.

After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he was often called to cast healing spells on the wounded, so he slapped his thigh and prepared to play the role of a military doctor.

In terms of magic, he had healing spells, but he didn't know anything about medical skills, so he went to learn the wound-sewing surgery that was quite famous in Highcliff Fortress.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you," Li Wei solemnly patted him on the shoulder.

The wounded orcs were soon sewn up, and after Sam's magic power recovered, the wounds began to grow granulation tissue under the consumption-free healing spell, and then wriggled and connected, and the broken wounds gradually closed.

Time passed exceptionally slowly, but the wounds healed at a thousand times the speed.

The barbarians, who had never frowned at the bloody wounds, now had painful expressions on their faces, clutching the stretchers under their buttocks, fearing that they would not be able to resist scratching the wounds.

Although the injuries recovered quickly, the itching sensation of growing new flesh was increased countless times.

"Tie their hands up and take them back to recuperate for a while," the lord waved his hand.

The continuous depletion of magic power had made it difficult for Sam to continue. He was not an unscrupulous lord who only knew how to suppress his subordinates.

The barbarians were out of danger, so there was no need to continue to force the healing spell.

……

Compared to Highcliff Fortress, the soldiers of the Thorns Legion and the Southern Border soldiers under Damon were much more miserable, and many people had completely fallen on this land.

"Old Fogg, what are your casualties?"

Originally, the lord was counting the number of casualties in Highcliff Fortress, but he soon realized that it was meaningless, because only a few people in Highcliff Fortress were injured, so he wandered to other people's battlefields.

"I'm afraid it's going to be in the triple digits," Fogg Luo was being bandaged by a soldier, but he looked calm.

In the past, the Thorns Legion suffered heavy losses in the wilderness, and he didn't even blink an eye, let alone now?

Generals are definitely not soft-hearted people, and the other party can become the commander of a legion, obviously not the kind of person.

There was a wound on his chest from his shoulder to his abdomen. Li Wei roughly looked at it and found that the deepest part was at least two fingers deep. If it weren't for the excellent armor, he would have been cut diagonally with one knife.

"I originally wanted to help you, but I saw that you could handle it, so I didn't take action," the lord said casually.

Afterwards, he went to see the soldiers of Terror Castle, and the situation was similar.

In war, once the gap between the two sides reaches a certain level, the exchange ratio will reach an unimaginable level. It just so happens that the warriors of Highcliff Fortress are above the limit. No matter how hard the demons try, the final result is a waste.

It's like Li Wei playing "Mount \u0026 Blade" in his previous life. One hundred top cavalry can wipe out one thousand bandits without even taking damage.

But unfortunately, although the strength of other soldiers is stronger than that of demons, it is also limited. Therefore, in the face of a huge difference in numbers, heavy losses are unavoidable.

However, they have achieved their strategic goal in this battle. Mandela and the others have successfully penetrated the Hengduan Mountains. Next, as long as they close the portal to the abyss,

They can slowly deal with this group of demons.

After the battle, Li Wei took the team back to the White Bone Fortress garrison to rest, taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun.

Other teams were mourning the dead, silently licking their wounds after the war.

Only the Highcliff Fortress camp, the entire group started to make a fire and cook, preparing to fill their stomachs first.

Compared to other commanders who were in a heavy mood, the lord was in a good mood looking at the system panel.

For others, this war has no benefit other than fame, but for Highcliff Fortress, the biggest effect of the war is not fame and making war money, but the massive experience calculated after the battle.

It just so happens that the experience gained from this battle with the demon army is unprecedented for the lord.

All the remaining third-tier "Centaur Lancers" were all promoted to fourth-tier "Centaur Heavy Chargers", and the gnoll scouts were the same. All the remaining third-tier "Gnoll Riders" were promoted to fourth-tier "Gnoll Rangers" without a single one falling behind.

Demons lack mobile units, and as centaurs who can use bows and arrows, they are hardly threatened in any way, so they can steadily reap lives and gain experience.

The same is true for gnoll scouts. Although they do not use bows and arrows, the throwing knives they throw under the blessing of the system are far and accurate, and can also attack enemies remotely.

It can be said that if the experience gained by the centaurs and gnolls really surprised Li Wei, then the experience gained by the orc barbarians and Fede archers made him dumbfounded.

Originally, nearly half of the orc warriors were in the fourth-tier "Orc Warrior" unit, but now they have collectively upgraded to the fifth-tier "Giant Axe Guard".

What's even more exaggerated is that even the two lone sprouts of the Orc Berserker, now there are ten more to join.

The Fede archers were all promoted to the fifth-tier "Fede Ranger", only one tier away from becoming the max-level unit "Fede Ranger".

You must know that as the level gets higher and higher, the experience required to level up is definitely massive. The fact that Highcliff Fortress can have such a big improvement this time shows how much effort the demons have put in.

This has improved the strength of the entire Highcliff Fortress to another level.

Night fell, it was a moonless night without stars, and such a night was most suitable for breeding some conspiracies.

While everyone was appeasing the fatigue after the war, and even holding a banquet to celebrate, a team of soldiers wearing sophisticated armor and with stern faces were heading towards the city gate in charge of Damon.

"Stop, who are you?" Baylor was the guard captain in charge of guarding the west gate of White Bone Fortress. A team of soldiers coming from the darkness immediately attracted his attention.

He shouted, pressing the saber at his waist, and carefully approached with the guards holding up torches.

Soon, all of the other party's faces appeared in sight.

The leader was an officer wearing full plate armor, with the symbol of the Northern Border Martel family engraved on the armor. He had a masculine face and a burly body.

It just so happened that Baylor had seen this officer in the Thorns Legion and learned his name from the conversations of others, it seemed to be something… Li… Rickro, it should be this name.

"Your Excellency Rickro, why are you here late at night?" Baylor saw that it was an acquaintance, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked as usual.

Although the superiors and the Northern Border were very at odds, he was just a low-level officer, just for the little military pay each month.

What does it have to do with him how much they disagree?