Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Mireille was confident that the shaman in front of her must have been captivated by her charm. Even if he wouldn't spill any important information about Highcliff, he should at least reveal some trivial details.

But as it turned out, she failed again.

Sam looked at Mireille's somewhat unwilling appearance and cursed inwardly.

This half-elf wanted to die and even wanted to drag him down with her.

If it was discovered that he had revealed information about Highcliff, he would probably be hung from the rafters and whipped by that demon-like man tonight.

No one knew the terror of this lord better than he did. He had secretly calculated after that war and concluded that this lord had killed at least four or five hundred people single-handedly, and nothing happened to him afterward.

This was beyond terrifying; only a devil could be described like that.

"As the Chief Archmage of Highcliff, I advise you not to inquire randomly. It will be better for you."

Thinking of this, Sam's expression turned cold. After saying that, he got up to leave, but after taking a few steps, he returned to pick up the half-empty glass of wine on the ground, snorted coldly, and then left.

"Hmph!"

Chief Archmage was naturally a title Sam had given himself. He believed that as long as he followed Li Wei, it wouldn't be long before his name would resonate throughout Debe. This was just enjoying it in advance.

But this wine was really good.

Mireille and the mercenaries looked at each other.

"The orc warriors of Highcliff seem to be very powerful."

After a long while, Mireille finally spoke, feeling somewhat unhappy after being thwarted twice in a row.

"Not just powerful, but extremely powerful!" A middle-aged mercenary with a weathered face and slightly graying hair said in a low voice, "We've been to orc barbarian tribes before, but like them… basically none!"

"To be precise, the chieftains in those orc tribes don't even feel like they could beat any random orc here!"

"Generally speaking, these orcs are known for their strength, but their martial skills are often lacking. However, I saw one of the orcs using a battle-axe with effortless ease. Such advanced techniques are difficult even for human weapon masters to achieve."

The middle-aged mercenary took a sip of the wine, which was actually not to his liking, but he was subconsciously doing something to mask his shock.

You must know that every chieftain is definitely the strongest among the orcs to be able to serve, after all, the wilderness is about the survival of the fittest.

But the Highcliff orc guard each had strength no less than those orc chieftains, which was truly unbelievable.

"You saw earlier, just seeing these orcs caused those wilderness bandits to lose their courage and not even dare to think about resisting, which shows that they must have fought before, and the Highcliff guard defeated them in an absolute crushing manner."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to resist!"

Mireille said heavily.

This was also why she had taken the initiative to lower her guard and befriend Highcliff at that time.

After all, from the surface, it was clear that if Highcliff chose to attack the caravan, they would definitely not be able to resist.

Mireille didn't actually care about the wars that Highcliff had experienced. What she cared about was how a group of unruly orc barbarians could willingly listen to a human lord.

Moreover, this kind of obedience wasn't just about being bought off with money. Mireille could see the color of worship for that lord in the eyes of these orcs.

Orc barbarians only worship brave warriors. Could it be that this lord subdued these barbarians by force?

Mireille's delicate brows furrowed into a frown, feeling that this was impossible.

Wanting to win against these orc barbarians in a one-on-one fight, even knights who had cultivated battle aura would probably find it difficult.

The meeting in the camp fell into a brief silence, and finally Mireille said with a slight sense of relief.

"Fortunately, this lord is temporarily showing us goodwill."

"This lord will definitely make a career," the middle-aged mercenary also sighed.

"Yes, an orc guard fully armored, and the addition of the Fede tribe, the strength of this pioneering territory is a bit beyond the norm."

Mireille stared blankly at the hill, listening to the voices coming from above with the wind, her eyes containing unknown emotions.

……

At noon, Sam sneaked back to Highcliff, looked back to see that no one was there, but just turned around and stumbled.

"Lord… Lord."

Seeing who it was, Sam put on a flattering smile.

"You had a good time at Mireille's place today."

Li Wei folded his arms, his smile looking a bit strange.

As everyone knows, this lord's smile is more terrifying than his seriousness. Sam's legs softened and he almost knelt, crying with a face.

"Lord, my loyalty is as tenacious as the bitter love flower in the Kas Mountains. That half-elf even wanted to seduce me to reveal information about Highcliff, but I didn't say a word!"

"Oh? Really?" Li Wei looked at him with a non-smiling expression, staring at Sam's forehead sweating, and after a long time, he changed the subject.

"I believe in your loyalty. I came to you for something else."

Li Wei turned and walked to the side, Sam secretly breathed a sigh of relief behind him and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

"Last time I heard you say that kobolds are also a race that produces shamans, right?"

"Yes, Lord, besides kobolds, there are also orcs and trolls…" Sam answered truthfully.

Soon the two came to a location on a hillside near the foot of the hill. Looking out, all the grass below was turned over.

Hundreds of goblins and kobolds mixed together, waving wooden hoes in their hands, cultivating the land in the scorching sun.

An old kobold with a dozen strong members of his clan was patrolling, and if he saw anyone slacking off, he would immediately whip them and scold them.

However, most of them were whipping those smaller goblins.

"Lord, you're finally here. These damn mongrels will slack off as soon as they get the chance."

Finding Li Wei's figure, Old Neil quickly put down the whip in his hand, trotted to the front and knelt down, kissing the lord's deerskin boots with a flattering expression.

This made Sam secretly despise him. As expected of a kobold, he was completely a lackey.

"Old Neil, I have seen everything you have done, and you have not disappointed me."

Li Wei praised with satisfaction.

Since he was appointed as the slave foreman in charge of cultivating the land, this old kobold squeezed these goblins even harder than he did.

First, he castrated all these goblins to prevent them from having other thoughts. The two meals a day were grass roots boiled with insects, and they were provided by themselves, which greatly reduced Highcliff's food consumption.

If the fixed work was not completed, the goblins would collectively starve. In order to be able to eat, these goblins were working hard every day.

After all, after losing their roots of trouble, their only goal was to survive.

In the past two months alone, he had cultivated endless fertile land.

"This time, I want you to learn magic and continue to add bricks and tiles to Highcliff," Li Wei said with a smile.

He remembered that the Healing spell had stamina recovery. If Old Neil learned it, whenever these slaves were about to collapse from exhaustion, a Healing spell would allow them to work for him like a perpetual motion machine, right?

Li Wei realized he was a genius.

If this plan was feasible, he could extend it to the iron mine, after all, the faster the mining speed, the faster Highcliff would make money!