Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Although Jos was confident that Bem wouldn't dare to deceive Highcliff Castle, his inherent caution led him to inspect the carriages' cargo one by one.

However, the main reason for his caution was that this was the first time the lord had entrusted him with such an important task, and he preferred to spend a little more time rather than make any mistakes.

"No problem." Jos nodded, finally revealing a slight smile: "Chieftain Bem, we'll head back then."

Wilderness tribes bartered goods as they had no fixed currency. Therefore, the materials used to exchange for weapons were naturally the Wind Surge Tribe's specialty: maple syrup.

This maple syrup was made by boiling the sap of sugar maple trees, which had an extremely high sugar content. It was as sweet as honey, with a unique flavor, and rich in minerals, making it a very special and natural nutritional product.

The D'ber people loved to eat pancakes and toast dipped in syrup, and also liked to pour syrup on grilled meat or some vegetables.

Some nobles also liked to crush maple sugar with ice to make drinks, which were icy, sweet, and soft in texture. When eating, one could only feel the ice and sugar slowly sliding down the throat, which was very comfortable.

Taking a sip in the hot summer was simply refreshing from the soles of the feet to the scalp.

However, true connoisseurs often drizzled it on lightly seared foie gras, which was the real delicacy.

These maple syrups were all packed into sealed oak barrels. Highcliff Castle planned to keep some for its own use, and the rest would be taken to Whiteflow City for sale.

This kind of thing was a best-selling item, so there was no need to worry about selling it at all.

Li Wei had even written to Rollina, and this wealthy merchant had offered a suitable price and said she would take as much as they had.

This also gave Highcliff Castle a decent source of income.

Looking at the convoy with only a few dozen guards, it could be said that this number was pitifully small. Any slightly stronger tribe could rob them, but Bem didn't have the slightest idea.

He just quietly watched the silhouette of the convoy leaving in the sunset.

He shook his head. All he could do now was to try to be on good terms with Highcliff Castle.

Ever since he learned that the destruction of the wilderness coalition army of thousands of people was the work of the lord of Highcliff Castle, he couldn't have any other thoughts.

The Wind Surge Tribe was very powerful when taken out alone, with a population of about two thousand people and nearly seven or eight hundred warriors.

However, this number was only a fraction of the wilderness coalition army that went to seize the iron mine. Such a powerful coalition army was beaten to a pulp, and he didn't think the Wind Surge Tribe could stop it.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, he seemed to hear some very strange noises.

His excellent eyesight allowed him to see Jos, who had just disappeared on the horizon, leading his men back in a panic, as if there were undead behind them.

"Jos..."

Bem looked puzzled and wanted to find out something, but no one paid him any attention and passed by him one after another.

But it was no longer needed, because he finally knew what made this group of Highcliff Castle warriors abandon the nine carriages full of supplies.

It was a gradually enlarged black line, accompanied by the sound of trampled grass, the howling of wolves, and the sound of blades being drawn.

It was wilderness bandits!

A horde of wilderness bandits of a terrifying number!

Damn it!

Damn it!

Bem's face turned pale instantly. This team had at least three thousand people at a glance, and they were coming fiercely. He didn't understand why such a coalition army appeared here, and why the Wind Surge Tribe hadn't received any news at all.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

He shouted miserably. The Wind Surge Tribe warriors, who had just finished the battle and hadn't had time to put down their weapons, hurriedly resisted the enemy again. Bem hurriedly smeared mud on his body and crawled into a particularly lush bush when no one noticed.

Under the beautiful and peaceful sunset, the shouts of killing suddenly broke out.

...

"Did you find out?"

Gorgon grabbed a goblin with a terrified face with one hand and carefully wiped the blood stains on the giant sword with its body.

It learned this from the book. The human knights with superb martial arts would wipe their swords with a handkerchief after each battle to maintain them. It did this only because it almost died at the hands of goblins when it was young.

These wilderness people were far less brave and physically strong than its elite vanguard, only their weapons were a little more sophisticated, but this difference in weapons was far from enough to make up for the difference in strength between individuals.

Coupled with the advantage brought by the surprise attack, the battle instantly turned into a one-sided situation, and it was declared over in less than a meal's time.

However, Gorgon discovered another thing that made it very excited. When cleaning up the spoils after the dust settled, it found a carriage pulling goods in an open space. When it opened it, there were neatly arranged "fine" ironwares.

Gorgon understood after a little thought that this batch of weapons had just been transported over, and the people of this tribe had not had time to distribute them, so they were easily defeated.

"My lord, this batch of iron weapons was indeed provided to them by someone."

"Great." After throwing the goblin, who had been scared unconscious, into the ogre's mouth, Gorgon easily turned the broadsword into a sword flower and carried it on its back, showing off Gorgon's superb swordsmanship: "Who is the other party?"

"It's a pioneering lord from D'ber, whose territory is called Highcliff Castle." As he spoke, the gnoll scout couldn't help but laugh: "These ignorant hillbillies describe them as very powerful, like warriors fighting for the gods."

Thinking of this, the scout couldn't help but straightened its chest. Although they were not fighting for the gods, they were indeed fighting for the dragon.

Therefore, they could proudly say that these wilderness natives were hillbillies.

"It's just a small pioneering territory. Although this tribe is quite strong, it's not very knowledgeable. There's no need to pay attention to it."

Gorgon made a decision in an instant.

What kind of military strength can a pioneering territory have? At best, it's just a group of losers who can't survive among humans and try to show their skills in the wilderness. At most, there are hundreds of pioneering warriors.

It's completely incomparable to its dragon army.

Not to mention exchanging goods through transactions, which indirectly shows that the other party's strength is not strong, otherwise there is no need to take such peaceful means.

Gorgon couldn't believe how many weapons this pioneering territory that could provide weapons to wilderness tribes had, but it seemed that there was plenty of surplus to sell.

"Lord Sophia, you are one step closer to your goal."

Gorgon murmured.

After destroying this pioneering territory, the dragon army that seized the weapons will usher in a substantial increase in strength, wouldn't it be easier to unify the wilderness?

"My lord, but we will be in big trouble if we blatantly attack a D'ber pioneering territory," the gnoll scout hesitated to say.

If only a small force attacked the pioneering territory, even if it was destroyed, D'ber would not care.

But they gathered three or four thousand people to form a legion, which was no less than a small army. If D'ber knew about it, they would definitely not turn a blind eye to this threat, and would definitely send people to destroy this threat in the cradle.

"Yes, it's really troublesome if we are discovered." Gorgon looked at the direction pointed by a prisoner and sneered: "But how long will it take D'ber to discover that a remote pioneering territory has been annihilated?"

"Half a month?" the gnoll scout captain interjected.

"But I think it's more than three months..."

None of them noticed that in a bush not far away, a person like a puddle of mud was holding his mouth tightly, not daring to make any sound.