Mount & Blade: Wind of War

"So that's what it means. The air in the wilderness contains violent magic energy particles. The body is corroded for a long time in it. Therefore, none of the human slaves can live to the age of fifty. It is not just because of long-term hard labor. It’s just work.”

"Although there are few people like Moken, there are still some. Even if they have a relatively stable working life, they will not live to be fifty here."

"Coupled with the severance of civilization and belief, many people have lost their potential to become stronger mentally and physically...but there are also some people who, even if they gradually fall into madness in despair, refuse to give up their belief. The body has evolved due to the long-term erosion of violent magic!"

Standing at a relatively high place in the square, looking at the young men looking at him one after another with adoration in their eyes, Rhodes suddenly felt a feeling in his heart. He felt that he was communicating with them through the system. contact between them.

This connection is two-way, involving both the support and guidance of oneself, and the cohesion and extension of the power of spiritual beliefs of these people themselves.

"These wilderness mountain people are just that. These wilderness demon people are precious treasures. If I guessed correctly..." Thinking like this, Rhodes waved to accept their cheers and stepped forward. Select a relatively small number of wilderness demons.

Among the more than one hundred and twenty people, there are about twenty-six who are less than thirty, and they are wilderness demon people, and the rest are wilderness mountain people.

"Fatis, these people are left to you to train."

"Yes, Lord."

Hearing Rhode's words and orders, the eyes of the selected wilderness demons dimmed. Although it was a good thing to be trained by the Fatis Knights, the lords came in person today. Of course, young people still hope to directly become the lord's close guard.

As for the wilderness mountain people who had little potential, they were extremely excited, and many even cheered directly. After all, the training time was not very long, and there was still a lot of room for improvement in self-control and discipline.

"In the next period of time, you must follow me to train and strengthen yourself. I have great expectations for you."

"yes!"

"And you guys, don't be listless. Fatis is the most powerful knight under my command. If you can learn a thing or two from him, it will be enough for you to survive on the battlefield."

"yes!"

Although the wilderness demons with great potential in the future were left out in the cold at this stage, there was nothing that could be done about it, because Rhodes knew very well that such a powerful advanced unit could not be trained in a month or two.

Next, in order to protect the mountain fortresses and their own territory in the likely war, they will need to rely on a large number of wilderness mountain people.

Rhodes knew these things clearly, but Fatis on the side was a little confused. He couldn't figure out why almost all of the young men he was most optimistic about were selected by Lord Rodhart. After all, they were his own. Question, or does Lord Rhodes have any special considerations?

Next, Rhodes also met with Janice's security forces and gave them some encouragement. He selected four of the forty girls who had demonic potential and handed them over to Fatis as well.

Although this approach confused Fatis and Janice, they certainly would not stop it or say anything.

In the days that followed, Rhodes, on the one hand, paid attention to the peripheral reconnaissance and exploration of the slave trader troops led by Raymond, and on the other hand, he devoted himself to the training of the new army. They ate, lived, trained, and entertained together. Rhodes has four points of "Coach" skill. Although it is not very high, it is still very useful for the promotion of junior troops.

One week passed, two weeks passed.

On this day, there was a human knight with an arrow stuck in his shoulder. He rode his horse and ran to the foot of the mountain fortress. Before he could say a word, he fainted.

But how elite are the soldiers guarding the city wall at this moment?

Senior Spearman of the Shire, Senior Longswordsman of the Shire, Hunter of the Shire Leopard Spirit, Son of the Forest, Haydam's Death Swordsman.

The rider was spotted just as he approached. Therefore, although he fainted, he was quickly rescued into the city, and Rodhart, who almost lived in the military camp these days, was also notified.

Although some of these slave traders who followed Rhodes have always wanted to leave, after experiencing the "bloody day" of robbing the mountain fortress, almost all the few people in the cavalry who could speak to them died. After everything was gone, the remaining people had no idea. In the end, they could only grit their teeth and continue to follow Rhodes, who seemed to have a bright future.

Otherwise, out of the 50-person slave-catching group, only nine people would be able to go back intact in the end. The remaining nine people would not dare to face the families of other comrades-in-arms.

It would be better to continue to follow that terrifying man. If anyone can achieve the status of a knight through military exploits, at least there will be an explanation for the others after returning. Otherwise, how could these more than forty people die? Why did he die?

When the injured slave hunter entered the city, Rhodes just left the military camp and met with Nicolte, the elder of the Dwarf Bloodbeard Tribe, in his temporary lord's mansion.

At this moment, Nicolet carefully took out a crossbow from the wooden box he carried with him and handed it to Rhodes.

"Lord, according to the drawings you gave us, we made this light crossbow with the materials we have. Please take a look."

Rhodes reached out and took the somewhat clumsy wood-iron light crossbow, held it in front of his eyes with one hand, and aimed.

Whoosh.

A crossbow arrow shot out of the window and nailed to a tree.

"Not bad, although there are still some problems with the accuracy, the power has reached the standard. Elder Nicol, in the next half month, I want you to make 100 such light crossbows and 600 matching crossbow arrows."

"Uh, this... Lord, you know that our Bloodbeard tribe has limited manpower." Nicol, who was originally happy because of Rhodes' satisfaction, was embarrassed at this moment.

"Don't complain to me at this time. I can assign you as many human apprentices as you want. Also, don't stick to your original dwarven habit of not having one craftsman make a weapon from start to finish. You can divide the different processes into smaller parts, with one person only doing one process, and work on an assembly line. Leave the less technically difficult jobs to human apprentices."