Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

In the early morning, the sun had just risen from the horizon, like a duck egg yolk. The morning sun was perfectly positioned, falling on the city of Colwyn, giving this southern city a golden edge, making it look magnificent and dazzling.

The giant beast sprawling outside Colwyn was also gradually awakening, and countless soldiers rubbed their hands as they walked out of their warm tents.

Now, nearing June, the weather had turned warm, and the breeze on the face was only faintly refreshing, carrying with it the smell of blood and gunpowder.

The Lord woke up early and found a patch of deserted grass to relieve himself after a night of accumulation, but just as he unbuttoned his pants, Montieth popped out of nowhere and started to stand beside him.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have come with you."

As a result, the Earl of Wolf Island sighed: "With this skill alone, you are enough to make a name for yourself in the royal court."

"Hehe, this is a gift, Your Grace." The Lord directly peed three zhang away against the wind, forming a strong contrast with someone next to him who almost wet his shoes.

If he didn't have some real skills, how could Li Wei have thought that if the development failed, he would simply become a wandering poet mingling in the circles of noble ladies.

Accompanied by the gurgling sound, the grassland was already flooded before the two of them contentedly pulled up their pants.

"Today, everything should come to an end." Montieth looked at the white castle in Colwyn City and said with emotion.

"Yes, who would have thought that Miss Lia, who had fled Colwyn in such a sorry state, would come back," Li Wei smiled.

To be honest, he was already starting to think about what reward to ask Lia for when the time came.

He didn't really need territory. His base was in the wilderness. If he were to be granted a territory in the Southern Realm, it would be difficult to manage, and more importantly, it would affect his strategic depth.

"Brother-in-law, eat white eggs."

At this moment, Mi'er, wearing a delicate silver armor, walked over with a basket of eggs, distributing several to each of them.

"Thank you," Montieth said.

He didn't expect to get a breakfast at the Highcliff Fortress camp.

"I remember our logistics, haven't the eggs been eaten already?"

Li Wei peeled one open and threw it into his mouth, chewing it down in a few bites, and asked suspiciously.

The Highcliff Fortress team didn't seem to have many people. Including the cooks, craftsmen, and auxiliary soldiers, there were only about two thousand, but the food consumption of this group of big bellies was almost catching up with Montieth's army.

This basket of eggs was only enough for Zart to fill a gap between his teeth.

So, this kind of tight commodity had already been eaten.

"Hehe, I took this from Earl Montieth's logistics by the way," Mi'er said, scratching his head with a naive smile.

Montieth's movements froze, and he only felt that the egg in his mouth was no longer fragrant.

Li Wei secretly gave a thumbs up, praising Mi'er for having learned three parts of his true teachings.

...

After the noble lords had a simple breakfast, they led their soldiers into Colwyn in a mighty manner, heading towards the White Castle.

Since today was a trial by combat, a pie in the sky that was clearly meant to earn the Lord fame, he put on a set of fine leather armor, stepped into exquisite deerskin hunting boots, hung a beautiful mithril longsword around his waist, and specially got a Debei hairstyle that was popular at the moment.

All for the sake of solving the enemy with an extremely gorgeous swordsmanship, he lightly blew the blood off the sword with a calm demeanor, and reported his name with the loneliness of a master.

Used to pay tribute to the legendary sword saint "Simon Blowing Blood".

So that the painters could paint this eternally flowing picture.

A team of white-robed iron guards was already watching everyone vigilantly from the castle wall, led by Panto.

"My lords, please forgive the suspicion of us poor people. We cannot let all the soldiers enter the castle," he took the initiative to step forward and said.

"Open the door," Flynna waved her hand.

The soldiers behind her retreated to a safe distance, with only dozens of Pandaren warriors and some knight guards around them.

Soon, the city gate was opened, and several maids stood in the aisle, with baskets filled with bread and milk.

This was the guest right.

A tradition that has been passed down from ancient times in the Middle Ages, a sacred law that is jointly observed by all countries.

Whether commoners or nobles, when guests come to the host's roof and accept the bread and milk provided by the host, the guest right takes effect.

During the subsequent visit, neither party may harm the other.

Violators will violate the sacred laws and will not be tolerated by the old and new gods.

This was also the other party's way of reassuring everyone.

As the Northern nobles ate the bread and milk, both sides breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense atmosphere eased.

"These people are too stingy, just a little bit, not enough for me to fill my teeth."

Zart drank the cup of milk, which became delicate in his hands, in one gulp, smacked his lips, and said with some dissatisfaction.

This guy's two sharp fangs were exposed, and his body was burly, as tall as three blades. Perhaps for the nobles, they were only surprised that this half-orc's body size exceeded that of his clan.

But for the maids, seeing this behemoth seemed angry, they were all trembling with fear.

"You know nothing," the Lord said, hating that iron cannot become steel: "This is the guest right, do you understand? It's not used to feed you full, but also a kind of faith."

"Therefore, both parties cannot harm each other secretly, otherwise they will betray the gods of faith and will be abandoned by the gods."

After finishing speaking, Li Wei added: "Unless the other party breaks the guest right first."

"Yes, yes." Zart nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, looking like he understood.

Unfortunately, he was ruthlessly exposed by someone afterward.

"I bet Zart definitely didn't understand."

Centaur Guss, said in a muffled voice like thunder.

As tall as four blades, he stood out from the crowd and couldn't be concealed. Just looking at the double-edged broadsword and the longbow behind him, one could tell that his strength was definitely high.

"Guss, are you itchy?"

Zart has always considered himself the number one warrior of Highcliff Fortress. He was a little afraid of his own boss, but he didn't buy anyone else's account at all. He said in a rushing tone: "How could I not understand? Isn't it just that you can't chop people? Don't I understand chopping people?"

"Let's practice after it's over." Guss didn't indulge him at all.

"Humph, who's afraid of who, I'm not afraid of you."

In a few words, the two determined to compete.

Olak and Hogg looked at each other and saw the smiles in each other's eyes.

Since Guss came to Highcliff Fortress, they could be regarded as having escaped Zart's persecution.

Olak had fought too much when he was young, and now he began to pursue the set of inner peace bringing external improvement, meditating and improving magic every day, and did not like to be brave and ruthless.

Hogg simply couldn't beat this reckless orc and didn't want to be beaten purely.

Now, these two would fight every two or three days when nothing happened, which could be regarded as avoiding them from coming to trouble them again. At the beginning, Zart could suppress Guss and beat him.

But since Guss also received the gift of the God of War, the two fought equally, and began to have wins and losses with each other.

It was difficult to judge the outcome.

Li Wei didn't care about these two guys, after all, they were a group of energetic warriors. It was impossible if they didn't vent their energy.

At first, Guss might have been a little weaker than Zart, but since joining the team, because the other party's speed of killing people could be described as terrifying, his level could be regarded as catching up later, and the two were not much different.

After all, the higher the level, the more difficult it is to improve by one level, so Li Wei was not surprised that Guss could catch up later.

Everyone began to head towards the planned martial arts field, but before long, Hogg took the lead in discovering the abnormality and came to the Lord's side and whispered: "My Lord, something is wrong, I smell blood."

If you want to say who has the most sensitive nose, it must be Hogg, this gnoll.

Li Wei nodded, he also felt something was wrong. Perhaps he hadn't smelled any blood yet, but he could already vaguely hear a sound of fighting coming from the front.

He immediately came to Flynna and told her about this.

Everyone immediately became vigilant, and their hands were faintly pressed on the hilt of their swords.

They were not afraid of the other party setting up an ambush or something. The nobles present were all military nobles, not the pig-like nobles in the noble garden. They were proficient in swordsmanship and profound in fighting spirit.

Coupled with a certain Highcliff Fortress lord with extraordinary strength and the half-orcs under his command, even if they were besieged, they would definitely be able to hold on until the army outside the White Castle noticed something was wrong and attacked.

They could even take the city gate and launch an internal and external attack. After all, it was these Southern Realm people who broke the guest right first, and they could not be considered a violation at all.

As they got closer, the sound of fighting became more and more intense, and now everyone could hear it.

"Li Wei, look quickly, the enemy is coming." Lia was startled, patted the back of Li Wei's hand, and pointed to a corner of the building in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing, and a large group of Southern Realm guards appeared in their field of vision, running all the way towards this side.

"Panto, what the hell are you doing!" Ando stepped forward and put his sword on the fat old man's neck, and asked angrily.

In an instant, the sound of metal colliding was endless, everyone drew their swords and began to confront each other nervously.

"This..." Panto also looked blank, obviously not knowing what happened.

He was now also wondering if Penny had suddenly chosen to ambush this group of Northern nobles again, but why didn't she tell him?

"Hehe, now I'm not breaking that guest right, am I?" Zart held the battle axe behind his back in his hand, eager to try.

Guss had already drawn his bow and nocked an arrow, and the thunder elements on his body were surging, ready to shoot at any time.

"Boss, are we going to wait for them to attack first?" Zart immediately asked again.

Too late to complain that this guy was quite able to draw inferences, Li Wei saw something wrong: "Wait, are they running for their lives?"

These Southern Realm soldiers had blood stains on their bodies and looked panicked. Seeing that there were people blocking their way in front, they immediately changed direction and ran in all directions.

Everyone was confused by this.

"Panda, Earl Montieth, you lead people to take these prisoners and open the city gate." After thinking for a while, Flynna quickly made a decision.

In this situation, the trial by combat was definitely unable to continue. Although it was still unknown what happened, anyone with eyes could guess that there should be infighting within the Southern Realm.

The turmoil here would soon spread to the city wall. In order to avoid accidents, Flynna chose to take control of the city gate first.

"Li Wei, you and Ando take people in to see what happened," she continued.

The two nodded and didn't hesitate, leading their men and running towards the inside.

Occasionally, they would encounter fleeing soldiers, but as soon as they saw them, they would turn their heads and go elsewhere. Finally, at the Lord's suggestion, Guss shot an arrow into the thigh of a fleeing soldier.

"What the hell happened here?" the Lord asked condescendingly.

"My Lord, those mercenaries are clearly your insiders, why do you still come and ask me?" The soldier Lai Zi hugged his pierced thigh, wanting to cry without tears, with a desperate expression.

"Get out." Ando let him go, ignoring the other party's grateful tears, he looked at the Highcliff Fortress Lord next to him.

The two looked at each other in silence, and Ando took the lead in speaking: "Li Wei, are these mercenaries trying to take advantage of the fire? Or?"

"I don't think so. Colwyn has been surrounded by us, and all the cavalry is outside. My gnoll scouts and centaurs have also been patrolling the periphery. Even if the other party takes advantage of the fire, they can't escape," the Lord said, clearly guessing but hitting the nail on the head: "The more likely possibility is that the other party sees that the defeat of the Southern Realm has become a reality, and maybe they are preparing to use the White Castle as a trophy to join us."

"Then what should we do?" Ando subconsciously asked.

"Wouldn't it be clear if you catch a mercenary?"

"Look at me, I'm confused." Earl Ando patted his head.

Several people hurriedly rushed to the main building of the castle again. The closer they got, the more corpses there were on the ground. Soon, a group of people fighting appeared in their field of vision.

The equipment of the two sides was obviously different. One side's standard equipment was more sophisticated, and the armor was printed with a tulip badge, which was obviously Southern Realm soldiers.

The other side's equipment was varied. Some wore armor, and some wore leather armor. It was obvious that they were mercenaries.

Although the Southern Realm soldiers had better equipment, they suffered from a small number of people, and were quickly overwhelmed by the mercenaries.

"Take it all for me, Your Grace!" the Lord ordered.

The mercenaries who had not had time to celebrate their victory were killed by Guss, who was speeding away, and they immediately threw down their weapons and surrendered.

Zart, who had only run halfway, looked at Guss's four legs, and then looked at his own two legs, feeling extremely depressed.

Thinking about getting a mount like the boss as well.

Coming to the surrendered mercenaries, he didn't expect the other party to take the lead in forming a relationship, hugging the Lord's thigh and saying flatteringly: "My Lord, we are on the same side. Lord Orolen has decided to surrender to the Northern Realm, and specially attacked the White Castle from the inside as a trophy to offer to you."

It would have been better if this guy didn't say anything. As soon as he said this, the Lord's nose was crooked with anger, and he kicked him away: "Who the hell is on the same side as you!"

Damn it, whether it was making a big splash at the trial by combat, or directly attacking the White Castle, it was a battle merit that the Lord had already designated for himself.

But now, it was intercepted by an unknown little bastard. Who wouldn't be angry?