Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Indeed, it was so. Since its birth, no one of its kin was a match for it. Later, it fought all the strongest warriors of the surrounding wilderness tribes and remained undefeated.

It suddenly felt lost, not knowing the meaning of its existence...

Until the arrival of Lady Sophia!

She was like the sun to life, the stars to the earth. Lady Sophia was like a guiding light in its confused life, pointing out the path forward.

Gorgon didn't know why Lady Sophia, a dragon, would come to the barren wilderness, but it was undoubtedly a gift from the gods to this poor creature.

Lady Sophia, who had suddenly arrived in the wilderness, had nothing, but she spotted it in the crowd at a glance.

The Lady gave it a new life and a new direction.

The dragon bloodline within it was destined to fight for Lady Sophia, eventually engaging in a moving battle with an unknown powerful enemy, a tale that would be passed down for thousands of years.

It led its subordinates to wipe out the surrounding tribes, incorporated the surrendered dependents, and was appointed by Lady Sophia as the commander of the Dragon Legion.

After receiving the appointment, Gorgon knew it had to do something for this Lady.

And it felt that only the throne that humans had been fighting for could reflect Lady Sophia's nobility.

Therefore, it had a new goal: to help the Lady unify the wilderness, become the king of the wilderness, and then rule the whole world!

So, after the Dragon Legion initially possessed combat power, Gorgon began to lead a large army to actively attack and destroy the large and small tribes in the wilderness, on the one hand, to train the warriors through low-intensity combat and seize food, and on the other hand, to take the opportunity to collect treasures for the Lady.

These were all insignificant things it could do for the Lady.

Just a few days ago, it heard a piece of news that two large tribes in the south were fighting, and almost everyone had a piece of ironware.

This made Gorgon instantly realize that this was an opportunity. The wilderness people were not comparable to those weak humans in terms of martial valor, but the reason why they were always defeated in wars was because of these sophisticated weapons and equipment.

With these weapons and equipment, the strength of the Dragon Legion would obviously be taken to a higher level.

Looking at the vast grassland and the vast sky, feeling the oncoming breeze and the accompanying breath of vegetation, Gorgon had an unusually strong feeling - destiny is on its side!

"Lord, twenty miles ahead is the Black Forest where the two tribes are located." A jackal scout captain drove a wolf to a position behind the Black Mountain deer pig and said respectfully.

The war wolf under its buttocks was cruel and bloodthirsty, but in the face of the fierce beast carrying some monster blood, it still inevitably exposed the weakness hidden in its nature, its four legs were trembling slightly, and it did not dare to breathe loudly.

Gorgon came back to his senses and nodded slightly: "Yes, I know."

"Let the brothers rest for a while, and launch an attack after replenishing their strength."

Gorgon believed that pure martial valor was just recklessness, because even if the strength of an individual was strong, it would be dwarfed in group warfare.

Therefore, it bought a book called "Knight Abin" from a human merchant. According to the human merchant, this was a diary of a knight's struggle to become a king, and it was a bedside reading for every Deberian.

Therefore, it read it day and night, and drew some famous quotes from it.

——A rash attack will usher in a faster end, so it is especially important to conserve energy.

How wise and elegant!

Gorgon chewed on this sentence repeatedly, it liked it very much.

"Lord, do you need to let the brothers go ahead to find out the situation of these two tribes?"

"No need, in the face of the Dragon Legion rushing forward like a wheel, the fate of these two tribes can only be crushed like a praying mantis." Gorgon showed a disdainful smile: "Don't overestimate them, they are just a slightly larger tribe, essentially no different from those goblins."

"Yes, sir." The scout captain clenched his fist and gave a military salute on his chest, and hurried away on the wolf.

It's no wonder Gorgon is so confident. Its Dragon Legion has more than 3,000 people. Apart from the kindred and goblins used to make up the numbers, there are about 2,000 remaining powerful races.

The most elite are the Minotaurs led by its vanguard. These Minotaurs are nearly three blades tall, burly, and equipped with the most elite equipment. Each is wearing a simple iron armor and holding a giant wolf tooth stick or war hammer.

They are the elite among the elite, small in number, but after being trained by it according to the book, they can almost be manipulated like arms and fingers.

It can be said that even if it encounters the regular army of Deber, Gorgon is confident to touch it.

The confidence that doesn't care is nothing more than strength!

The jackal cavalry blew a loud whistle and began to order the transmission. After a brief period of panic and confusion, after figuring out what the lord was thinking, everyone sat on the grass to rest, which was barely considered to be obeying orders.

……

Today is the seventh day of the war between the Wind Surge tribe and the Lizardmen tribe. Seeing the sun setting in the west, the two sides left dozens of corpses in a basin where they fought, and with the loud horns of their respective tribes, they began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Since the Lizardmen tribe picked up wild weapons and archers in their own territory, the Wind Surge tribe's rapid advance has fallen into a quagmire.

The two sides are now strangely deadlocked together. Every day, in addition to leaving dozens of corpses, there is no other change.

The warriors breathed a sigh of relief, today's fighting is over anyway, it's time to go home, luckily they survived another day, as for tomorrow?

Let tomorrow's troubles be left to tomorrow, anyway, those tribal elders didn't stipulate that they should take down the other side tomorrow.

Several warriors from the Wind Surge tribe cleaned up the battlefield, and even waved goodbye to the lizardmen on the opposite side who looked a little familiar. The two sides looked at each other and nodded tacitly.

No one knows if they can survive tomorrow, so they cherish these enemies who have survived with them for a few days, and they have a kind of alternative comradeship.

Of course, if the two sides meet on the battlefield, stabbing knives will definitely be more ruthless than dealing with other strangers.

Just so that they can step on the other's head and laugh wantonly, and say: "Brother, I have lived one day longer than you!"

The tribe's location is still half a meal away from here.

The reason why the battlefield was chosen here is because the corpses are prone to rot in the hot summer, and no one wants to clean up the corpses after the war, so it is convenient to choose the battlefield in a relatively far place.

Tribal leader Sam looked at the warriors who returned without any progress, his face as gloomy as the dark clouds in the rainy season in October in the Southern Border.

But when he turned his head to face the guards of High Cliff Castle, he showed a bit of flattery: "Captain Joss, I have packed all the equivalent goods for this batch of weapons for you, just transport them directly."