Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Hearing this, Li Wei's face darkened even further.

Damn it, even as the lord of Highcliff Fortress, he didn't receive this kind of treatment. This little official was really making the most of his position.

However, this was all traceable.

Back when this old codger attacked the iron mine, he even brought two maids to act as a facade, who knows where he learned that from.

He had been behaving himself in Highcliff Fortress for so long, but unexpectedly, his true nature was exposed again today. A typical case of an old man with a young heart.

With a loud bang, Li Wei kicked open the door and came out, holding the disheveled little old man who was struggling in fear.

"These little sluts' strength is a bit lacking. Get me a few with stronger hands for the lord. Let our respected, noble Great Shaman Sam, the Highcliff Fortress spellcasting team leader, enjoy himself."

"Boss, I'll do it!" Zha Te immediately raised his hand excitedly.

Having obtained the lord's approval, he led a few eager orc barbarians and ran in with great enthusiasm.

"Old Sam, don't blame me. This is all the boss's orders."

Zha Te hung Sam on a crooked tree while speaking with a grin.

"Can...can you be gentle?" Sam shrank his head and said tremulously.

"Hey, with our friendship, no problem."

Zha Te patted his chest, but the more confident he seemed, the less confident Sam felt.

Shamans, unlike human mages, do not have weak bodies. Their cultivation system includes strengthening the body. Obvious examples are Olak and that unknown hero Minotaur chieftain.

Don't underestimate Sam, even though he is a skinny old man, his physique is even stronger than a young man. He endured dozens of lashes from Zha Te and a few barbarians and still screamed with vitality.

The shrill screams even attracted the other elves of the Windwhisper Tribe, who wanted to see what was happening here.

Unfortunately, they were blocked by a circle of muscular barbarians, orcs, and centaurs, and could only see a row of pectoral muscles.

Don't wash dirty linen in public.

Sam was, after all, a member of Highcliff Fortress. If he made a fool of himself, the entire Highcliff Fortress would lose face. It was better to resolve it internally.

"Hether, come and heal him."

Li Wei sat on a chair in a commanding manner. Seeing that the time was right, he snapped his fingers.

Almost all of these drow elves knew low-level healing spells. After all, this magic was a jack-of-all-trades, excellent for both self-use and for others.

So generally, spellcasters with energy would learn a little.

Although it was not as good as the Holy Light Redemption of the Holy Light Church, it was much more effective than those wound medicines in treating minor injuries.

A green light fell from the top of Sam's head, and the shaman, who had been tossed about and was in a weak state, instantly recovered some vitality.

"I know that you have never sincerely joined Highcliff Fortress, and you are very dissatisfied that I have not treated you as a noble spellcaster."

Li Wei looked at Sam with a sneer. The surrounding Highcliff Fortress warriors, orcs, Fedes warriors, and centaurs were all watching. It was quite like a Pope preaching.

"It's nothing more than feeling that as a shaman, you know two spells, and you can be respected wherever you go, am I right?"

Sam didn't say anything, because that's exactly what he thought.

Ninety-nine percent of the wilderness is filled with crude warriors who don't understand magic. A shaman who knows spells is as rare as gold, not to mention that he also has two spells that are extremely practical for the army.

He was extremely proud of his identity as a spellcaster, but this identity was completely ignored in Highcliff Fortress, and his status was even lower than that of the lowly kobold.

"Spellcasters are indeed noble, but definitely not you. If I had eight magic apprentices, then these eight apprentices would all be eight regiment commanders. You can continue to be your team leader, because I know that these eight apprentices will eventually grow into experienced mages."

"And you? You are just arrogant and complacent with only two spells, complaining all day long, thinking that others don't recognize your talent, without reflecting on whether you have the ability to stay in this position."

Although Li Wei didn't use foul language, every word pierced the heart, causing Sam to hang his head, looking dejected.

Li Wei knew the principle of going too far, so he waved his hand, and Zha Te took Sam down from the tree, untied the rope, and got him a small stool to sit on.

"In the future, the Highcliff Fortress spellcasting group will inevitably gradually become more standardized and high-end, and those who stagnate will only be eliminated in the torrent of time." Li Wei pointed to Hether, who was massaging his shoulders behind him: "Tell me, how can the spells you pride yourself on compare to this group of drow priestesses who just joined?"

"With a middle-level evocation spell, they can siege cities and break formations, and your healing spell and stone skin spell can hardly keep up with the progress of Highcliff Fortress. Elimination is only a matter of time."

Hether smiled slightly. She didn't expect that her status in this human's heart was not very low.

Li Wei was not talking nonsense. Highcliff Fortress would only become stronger and stronger, the Burning Legion would become more powerful, and the spellcasting group would become more high-end.

At that time, Sam, who only knew the healing spell and stone skin spell, would most likely only be thrown to the logistics department as a small medic, while the drow priestesses who were proficient in evocation magic would show their glory on the front line.

His vision and pattern were definitely not limited to being a small wilderness lord on this one-acre and three-point land.

He didn't plan to spend his whole life messing around in the wilderness with a bunch of natives, so whether it was the legion or the spellcasting group, they were all benchmarked against the top legions in the current world. Shamans like Sam, placed in those famous spellcasting groups, didn't even have the qualifications to hold a chamber pot.

"But..."

"All of this is not too late, as long as you turn over a new leaf and study hard, it is foreseeable that Highcliff Fortress will definitely have a place for you."

Li Wei glanced at Sam and personally put the clothes on him.

Don't think that what he said earlier was so serious. For the current Highcliff Fortress, every spellcaster is still precious.

The lord's motto is always to be brave after knowing shame.

As long as you have the talent for spellcasting, although talent determines your upper limit, your lower limit is determined by your efforts.

Sam's lips moved, but in the end, he was speechless, looking at the distant sky with a confused expression.

To be honest, the reason why he had always wanted to escape from Highcliff Fortress, apart from not getting the respect he imagined, was mostly because when he encountered the Dragon Legion and the southbound Wilderness Coalition, this Highcliff Fortress lord always chose to face them head-on.

At that time, in his opinion, this was definitely like an egg hitting a stone, thinking that this Highcliff Fortress lord definitely had a problem with his brain, but along the way, reality proved that he was the hopeless fool.

While Sam began to suspect that he was a frog in a well, he also vaguely felt that a wider sky was right in front of him. All of this made him feel both expectant and fearful, and unspeakable emotions fermented in his heart.

Li Wei left Sam alone here to feel life, clapped his hands and left.

It wasn't until he had lunch that he carried a cloth bag to find Aimee.

The drow priestesses and several Highcliff Fortress leaders also followed.

As the sky gradually darkened and it began to snow sparsely, a team quietly drilled into the magic crystal mine again.

Bringing his subordinates was Li Wei's request. In his opinion, apart from Aimee, who was blessed by the gods and was a natural elemental master, the other elves, when it came to close combat, couldn't even beat the sixteen-year-old Mir.

They were really useless.

Of course, the other elves were obviously somewhat dissatisfied with this, after all, the fewer people who knew about this matter, the better, but the lord directly brought in a string of people.

However, they were all suppressed by Aimee alone.

There were not many elves who came either. Apart from the few elven elders in front, there were only a dozen elite elven warriors wearing silver armor, each holding a bow and arrow and a elven longsword hanging from their waist.

Their eyes were terribly firm, like a daredevil team that was not afraid of death.

"Is that a Hellhound?"

Leighton, who walked to the edge of the mine, was obviously a little surprised.

"You know it?" The lord came to the earth giant, looking for information.

Although since coming to the wilderness, based on the idea of seeking government in his position, he began to study hard and actively read books to supplement his knowledge, but he had not reached the point where he knew all rare species.

Leighton hesitated for a while and nodded: "I have only heard some fragmentary words. It is rumored that the gateway to hell is deep underground under our feet, and this kind of monster is specially guarding the entrance to hell."

"There is no gateway to hell, but the hot potato is not small." The lord shook his head.

This Leighton obviously didn't know where he heard the unofficial history from, and it was unreliable.

"How are you planning to go down?"

Li Wei found Aimee and asked curiously.

This place is at least a hundred blades away from the monster below, and just going down is a problem.

"Just take the cable car down later." Aimee pointed to the dome of the mine. Countless thick ropes hung above, and as several elven warriors worked hard to stir the gears, they were slowly falling.

Below a few cables was a rectangular wooden basket, large enough to accommodate twenty people.

"I can't see that you actually have the ability to build this kind of construction?"

Li Wei was surprised. According to calculations, the Windwhisper Tribe had a population of at most six or seven thousand people. It was okay to dig such a large mine, but they could also build such sophisticated equipment.

"In fact, the things above were left by our ancestors. We only repaired them later." Aimee shook her head.

It seems that the elves have more secrets than I thought.

Li Wei thought to himself.

"What if we just descended to the top of the opponent's head and the opponent launched an attack?" Li Wei still had some concerns.

"If we don't step on that platform, this monster will hardly take the initiative to attack. Moreover, we will not descend directly to the bottom. The rope is not long enough."

"Not far above it, there is a recessed cave where there is a road down."

Aimee explained that they had analyzed these things many times.

It can be completely guaranteed that they can safely reach the platform where the monster is located. As for the next one, it will be a fierce battle.

Facts have proved that Li Wei's worries were completely unnecessary. As the wooden basket, which was similar to an elevator, descended along the mine.

The monster did not respond at all, still sleeping soundly, without any vigilance.

When they reached the position Aimee said, it was only ten blades away from the monster. The platform that looked very small above was actually a huge rock protruding from the wall, as large as a basketball court.

"Queen, we are going down."

A resolute elven warrior saluted Aimee and took the initiative to take a few companions along the iron plate embedded in the stone wall and continued to spiral downward.

"Let's go too."

Li Wei made a gesture, and Zha Te and Mir, who were fully armed, and all the spellcasters of Highcliff Fortress followed behind him and continued to descend.

Until everyone quietly landed on the platform, the feeling of being on solid ground made the lord breathe a sigh of relief.

Huff puff...

"Boss, what should we do?" Zha Te asked in a low voice.

Just ten steps ahead, the monster was still lying on the ground sleeping, not aware that several little guys had sneaked down behind it.

This monster, roughly estimated to be two stories high, with thick limbs like marble pillars, and surrounded by fire, obviously controlled the fire element.

Before everyone could discuss, it finally sensed something was wrong, and instantly got up from the ground, staring at the uninvited guests in front of it, and suddenly roared.

The violent wind blew everyone's hair flying, and it was also mixed with a nauseating stench.

Three pairs of eyes were strikingly red in the blue underground, staring at everyone.

"Mad, prepare for battle."

The lord quickly took out the steel shield and slammed it to the front, pulling Aimee behind him, ensuring that the giant shield blocked a few people behind him. He was afraid that the three ferocious dog heads in front of him would directly spit out a flame and burn the star-like elf into black charcoal.

Looking up, he found that Sam's figure could not be found in the original position. Turning his head, this guy was hiding behind Zha Te, with an embarrassed smile on his old face.

"Protect the Queen!"

Several carefully selected elven warriors were extremely brave, shouting and shooting all the arrows in their hands.

Unfortunately, the effect was minimal, and they were slapped away by the monster's claws.

One of them even roared and drew out the elven longsword and rushed out, the courage contained in it, even the most heroic paladin was slightly inferior.

Pa ta!

As a result, how fast he rushed, how fast he flew back, firmly proving that the gap in strength can never be smoothed out by a fevered head.

Roar!

This monster seemed to be roaring triumphantly.

"Roar your mother!"

Zha Te, this honest man, was not afraid at all, and raised his hand to throw the javelin.

He is a strong man nearly three blades tall and weighing a thousand pounds, with muscles on his body as perfect as marble sculptures, without any excess burden, and his strength is beyond doubt.

But the javelin in his hand was slapped off by the opponent's claws and shot on the nearby stone wall.

"How is this possible?" Zha Te looked horrified as if he had seen a wraith. Even in the days when he was wandering in the wilderness, his javelin was enough to shoot down a mammoth, let alone now that he had been given the gift of the God of War countless times.

His strength had long been extraordinary, and this was the first time that the javelin had been so ineffective.

The lord narrowed his eyes, seeing clearly.