Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Along the way, Miriel quietly surveyed this pioneering territory.

The armed guards were terrifyingly strong, but whether it was the infrastructure or the various items within, everything showed the simplicity and desolation of this pioneering territory, as if all the funds had been spent on the pioneering guards.

On the way, she had already learned that Beatrice Tina had led her entire tribe to pledge allegiance to this lord.

With over two thousand inhabitants and a powerful pioneering guard, Miriel seemed to see a powerful overlord about to rise in this land.

"Miriel, there is a shaman in my territory who knows healing magic. If you need it, you can tell me at any time."

At the foot of the hill, Li Wei dropped a sentence with a smile, leading the team upwards.

"A shaman?!"

Miriel was pleasantly surprised. The wilderness was indeed rich in shamans, but out of ten tribes, only one might have a shaman, and most of them were enhancement spells like berserk, mixed with some negative consequences.

There wasn't even one who knew healing magic.

The current situation of the caravan was very dangerous. Nearly half of the mercenaries had been lost, and the rest were all injured. If they encountered any trouble, the entire group would be wiped out.

The importance of a shaman who knew healing magic was self-evident.

This news greatly boosted the morale of the mercenaries. The wounded who were originally waiting to die because of their injuries also looked at Miriel with hopeful eyes, hoping that she could invite the shaman over as soon as possible.

Faced with Miriel's request, Li Wei naturally agreed and sent Sam over.

The mercenaries with minor injuries began to build tents in a sheltered location at the foot of the hill and lit a bonfire.

The seriously injured mercenaries also gradually recovered under Sam's healing magic and were temporarily out of danger.

The mercenaries' camp was very particular. It was not very far from the hill, but not too close either. This distance allowed High Cliff Fort to feel comfortable, and also allowed them to receive timely help from High Cliff Fort when they encountered danger.

At the same time, the nearby stream allowed them to access clean water at any time.

This group of mercenaries had obviously been wandering in the wilderness for many years, and they were extremely skilled in setting up camp. In just one hour, they had built an impeccable temporary camp.

Li Wei squatted on the hill, stirring the potatoes in the fire with a branch while watching the mercenaries orderly settle the wounded with great interest, and gratefully thank Sam.

Under the offensive of this half-elf Miriel, the old guy was like a withered tree in spring, his face as rosy as a peach.

Li Wei was not afraid that Sam would be poached. Miriel was a smart woman and would definitely not dare to poach someone from a military pioneering lord at this time.

On the hill, Beatrice Tina was arranging for the migrated Fedde remnants to build wooden houses, planning to move in tonight.

The first batch of people brought over were basically craftsmen and carpenters from the Fedde tribe, so Li Wei didn't have to worry about building houses at all. He only needed to divide an area for them to build on their own.

The terrain on the hill was open and could easily accommodate tens of thousands of people. Li Wei planned to build an inner fort directly on it and slowly expand it into a city in the future.

With the addition of these residents, High Cliff Fort finally had some popularity. Everyone was working hard to build this future home, but Li Wei, as the lord, was idle.

He could only bake potatoes here alone.

He pulled the blackened potatoes out of the fire, scraped off the carbonized skin with a wooden stick, revealing golden layers, and then coated them with a layer of chili powder.

He took a bite and hummed with satisfaction.

This was one of the few hometown foods he could eat in another world.

Chili was one of the seasonings used by commoners in Debei. The upper nobles disdained to use this thing.

It was estimated that only a time-traveler like him would treat it as a treasure, after all, he couldn't live without spicy food.

"The commander is too powerful!"

"The second commander is no match at all."

Just then, a burst of noise came from behind. He turned his head and saw a group of barbarians gathered together cheering.

After several large-scale wars, the orcs were no longer the hicks they used to be. Their strength had improved extremely quickly, and now they were all fifth-order units.

The most direct manifestation was that the orcs had all grown taller again, with an average height of over two blades and four, and their bodies were even more burly.

Not to mention Zart, who was a hero unit. The number of people he killed barely reached one-tenth of his.

These vast experiences allowed him to level up five times. Li Wei added all the attribute points he obtained to strength and agility, and the skills were Iron Bone and Power Strike.

The increase in attribute points not only greatly increased his strength, but also brought his height to two blades and six, still half a head taller than his companions.

The orcs were standing in a circle, and in the center of the circle, Zart was waving his hands triumphantly, while Mutuo was lying on the ground with a gray face.

It turned out that after Mutuo advanced after several battles, he felt that he had obtained the "Gift of the God of War" and his strength had greatly increased, so he wanted to get back at Zart.

Unfortunately, the result was still no different from before. He couldn't even last a round and was knocked to the ground, which made him doubt his life.

"I am the little overlord of the Southern Arena, Mutuo, you still need to practice." Enjoying the praise of his fellow brothers, Zart smiled very happily.

For some reason, his fellow clansmen suddenly became quiet. Zart took this as their worship and admiration for him.

"Little overlord my ass!" Li Wei kicked him from behind, sending him flying: "Are you all idle? Go back to training!"

The orcs scattered in a hurry and returned to the training ground to continue today's training.

……

Miriel was sitting cross-legged on a tablecloth spread on the grass. Several veteran mercenaries were sitting respectfully not far away, including Sam.

The wooden cups in front of them were filled with wine-red tea, filled with the smell of berries.

This was cranberry wine, which had become popular among the people of Debei recently. It had a slightly sweet and sour taste at the beginning, but a strong fruity aroma would linger after a careful sip.

This kind of fruit wine that didn't sting the throat was very popular among women.

"Mr. Sam, can you tell me about High Cliff Fort?"

Miriel put down the elven longbow she was carefully wiping and showed a bright smile.

The surrounding mercenaries lowered their eyes and dared not look directly, only Sam stared at her with fascination, until Miriel asked a question, then he calmed down and took a sip from his wine glass.

"High Cliff Fort, huh..."

Sam dragged out his voice, and just as Miriel's eyes showed anticipation, the old boy smiled.

"Sorry, this is a confidential matter."

After saying that, Sam took small sips of the fruit wine. Although he always had a smile on his face, it was clear that he wouldn't say anything.

Sam's answer surprised Miriel very much.

She was very confident in her appearance. After being snubbed by the lord of High Cliff Fort earlier, she did not doubt herself.

After all, the lord of High Cliff Fort, in terms of appearance alone, was enough for a group of noblewomen to be willing to fund his pioneering, so he would definitely not be addicted to women.

But why was an ignorant old lecher from the wilderness like this too?

Miriel suddenly felt a little inferior...