Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The next day, when Bem and Alexi arrived at Highcliff Castle, they had already used all the goods they could spare from the tribe to trade for weapons.

For the poor wildlings, a gold coin was not as valuable as a piece of meat in this area, so they basically bartered.

As White Christina, who was in charge of logistics, the job of calculating the value of the goods naturally fell on her shoulders.

The two tribal representatives who had exchanged their weapons glanced at each other and hurried back to their respective tribes with the weapons.

A tense atmosphere permeated among the guards they brought.

Li Wei sat on a small stool, cracking pumpkin seeds, watching the figures of the two teams disappear from sight, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's going to be another bloody storm."

His tone was rather gloating.

Days passed, and the turmoil in the wilderness did not stop at all, but instead, undercurrents surged, with a tendency to intensify.

The southward movement of a large tribe was no less than throwing an adult tiger into a flock of sheep for the wilderness, and the entire flock would face a devastating blow.

Before a stable and peaceful situation was re-established, chaos and turmoil would be the theme song here.

More than 90% of the people in the world judge people by their appearance, it's not really snobbery, it's just for survival.

In this regard, there is no difference between the wildlings and the Debe people, and it is an eternal truth to enjoy the shade under a big tree.

When he saw Bem for the second time, this guy had completely lost the complacent demeanor he had last time.

The whole person was a lot more decadent, and the two big gold teeth in his mouth were no longer exposed. His meticulously groomed hair had become a bird's nest shape because it had not been taken care of for a long time.

The lord couldn't help but smile, and asked with a smile: "My respected, noble and wise old Chieftain Bem, why are you sotrash after not seeing you for a few days?"

Bem looked up at this lord, his lips trembling with anger, but after thinking of something, he finally looked like a deflated ball, and said weakly: "Sir, I am here to buy weapons."

"Come on, take our noble guest from Highcliff Castle to get the weapons."

Hearing this, Bem recovered a little bit of energy, straightened his back, and left with the man, leaving only a thin figure.

His sullen look made the orc barbarians look at each other and show an unexpected and unclear smile, gathered together and pointed, and finally couldn't help laughing.

This made the thin figure even more hunched, and his body seemed to be trembling slightly.

The lord suddenly had a feeling of bullying the lonely and widowed elderly, and felt condemned by his conscience.

Since the Wind Surge Tribe and the Lizardmen Tribe returned, there was nothing to say between the two sides and they directly started fighting. After all, everyone knows the principle of 'strike first to gain the upper hand, strike later to suffer'.

These days, they have been fighting like dogs.

Originally, the Lizardmen Tribe was at a disadvantage. Whether it was the number of warriors or the sophistication of weapons, it was inferior to the Wind Surge Tribe, and they were defeated.

Just when they were about to be unable to hold on, they suddenly found wild, sophisticated weapons and wild archers in their back mountain.

This instantly reversed the situation, and the two sides fought evenly matched, and the battle became anxious.

Now, the manpower and material resources that both sides have invested in it have made it impossible for them to turn back. Only by completely defeating the other side can they recover their losses.

Bem knew that those so-called wild archers and weapons were likely to be funded by the lord of Highcliff Castle, but there was no turning back once the arrow was fired, and the Wind Surge Tribe had to fight this war.

Therefore, he could only come to purchase more sophisticated weapons to enhance the strength of the tribal warriors.

"Sir, the Wind Surge Tribe is now in the midst of a fierce battle, and it is really impossible to spare extra manpower to **** the supplies. Therefore, I pray that Highcliff Castle can send warriors to our tribe to transport the military expenses for purchasing weapons."

Bem said very humbly, which shows that this great tribe could not bear the war during this period.

They couldn't even gather the manpower for the **** guard.

"Small problem, I might as well send someone to deliver the weapons to you."

The culprit who caused all this did not pick on this matter, and waved his hand quite generously, with a very lordly demeanor.

"Go to Zart and ask for a few people, just say I said it."

However, Li Wei didn't raise his head the whole time, and scooped up stewed potatoes with beef in big mouthfuls.

Since White Christina came to Highcliff Castle and discovered her cooking skills, in addition to managing logistics, her task was also to cook for the lord.

"Thank you, sir, your generosity is as vast as the sea."

Bem said gratefully, but it is not known how much sincerity there is in it.

"Good day, sir."

Not long after Bem left, Alexi rushed over. Compared with a few days ago, one of its eyes was blind, and its body was covered with newly scarred wounds, adding a bit of a fierce aura.

"You two really come one after the other." The lord, who had no free time at all, took the silk scarf handed over by the maid and wiped his mouth: "Tell me, what's the matter? Not enough weapons or do you need manpower?"

"Neither, sir, I am here to thank you for your selfless help."

Alexi respectfully put his hand on his chest and saluted.

Wilderness tribes are often quite indifferent, let alone to outsiders from Debe.

If it were before, I am afraid that these two would inevitably treat the lord with contempt.

Fortunately, it is not what it used to be.

After a few tough battles, Highcliff Castle became more and more famous in the surrounding area after fermentation, and even established a well-known brand in the circle.

Brave warriors returning from ancient times, equipment so sophisticated that it is unimaginable, and even a shaman who knows witchcraft, together constitute the influence of Highcliff Castle on the outside world, and it is spread more and more strangely by the losers.

The name of "Blood-colored Waist Cutter" is so loud that it can make a child crying loudly from the natives shut up immediately.

Rumor has it that this is a demon holding a giant sword, with endless power, always wearing iron armor and unable to see his face. As long as he is glanced at by his eyes, even the bravest warrior will be cut in half, and then painfully search for his lower body on the ground, day and night.

These names have made those tribal chiefs who used to be arrogant suddenly become flattering, and Alexi is just one of them.

As for Bem, after learning about this, he often regretted late at night why he had offended this lord in the first place, and now he can only swallow the bitter fruit it brought alone.

"Oh?"

Li Wei became a little interested: "How do you want to thank me?"

Alexi shouted a few times, and soon a handful of goat-human girls walked in from outside the door.

These demi-human girls have the shape and cute appearance of human girls, but also have the characteristics of goat-humans.

The two small horns on their heads and the goat tails behind their **** add a bit of ethnic flavor.

The goat hooves landed on the floor, making a crisp sound with the same rhythm, which was inexplicably a bit pleasant to the ear.

This group of girls are very delicate and lovely, crowding together, it simply makes the most beautiful section of the Benyong River full of bitter love flowers pale in comparison.

"Are you testing the cadres with this? Which cadre can't stand such a test?"