Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

After the mix-up, the gnoll cavalry began to patrol in a radius of nearly thirty miles around the hill, ensuring they could spot any enemy踪迹 as soon as possible.

The Fedde archers of the Second Legion held their bows on the hill with triple the guards, not even a mouse could escape their sharp eyes.

The residents of Highcliff Stronghold, unaware of what was happening, keenly sensed that something was wrong, hurriedly carrying their children back to their wooden houses, where pairs of nervous eyes could be seen through the windows.

The Riverclaw Tribe, the Fedde Tribe, and the Evil Tooth Tribe were all stationed on the hill.

As for the trolls, ogres, and those goblins and kobold slaves, they were all placed at the downwind side of the hill.

In contrast to the tense atmosphere on the hill, these Highcliff Stronghold slaves, who hadn't received any news, were still repeating their usual work.

The ogres were pulling carts of clay for building blast furnaces from a nearby clay field to the blacksmith shop by the Bounding River.

Inside the blacksmith shop, there was a continuous, crisp sound of metal clashing against metal.

The blacksmith shop, specially built with a roof four 'ren' wide and five 'ren' high, was exceptionally spacious, fully allowing these three 'ren' tall trolls to use their strength.

Their arms, as thick as old trees, made sparks fly with every swing of the hammer, their efficiency far surpassing that of the Fedde apprentices.

It could be said that Highcliff Stronghold's ability to produce weapons in such large quantities was largely due to the contribution of these hammer-wielding trolls.

Since the entire tribe came to Highcliff Stronghold more than half a month ago, these trolls had fully adapted to life here.

They only needed to exert some effort to forge iron every day to obtain abundant food.

Now, without anyone forcing them, they would actively come to forge iron, fearing that Highcliff Stronghold would drive them away, each troll having a sense of elation at having gotten a great deal.

The castrated goblins who survived continued to open up as much farmland as possible before the winter planting season arrived.

As for the kobolds, except for Old Neil leading dozens of kobolds to watch over the goblins, all the others were sent to the Fedde Tribe to mine, contributing to Highcliff Stronghold's military industry.

At this time, a pre-war military meeting was being held in the Lord's Hall, with all the major figures of Highcliff Stronghold present, and Mireille and Orak participating as special guests.

Josse was recounting everything that had happened in the Wind涌 Tribe.

At the time, he was leading the warriors to escort supplies back to Highcliff Stronghold when, unexpectedly, they encountered several gnoll scouts just a few steps away.

After the Fedde warriors shot them down, they were preparing to capture them and ask what they were doing, but unexpectedly, an allied force, estimated to be at least two thousand strong, immediately appeared behind them.

Josse, his face pale with fright, didn't think twice and led the warriors to abandon the supplies and run away.

This allied force, which had emerged from nowhere, clearly didn't intend to let them go, and sent out a twenty-man gnoll cavalry squad in pursuit.

Later, by a stroke of luck, they unexpectedly ran into the southward-bound orc tribe, and with the help of the orcs, they eliminated the pursuing cavalry and extracted a lot of intelligence through interrogation.

This allowed Highcliff Stronghold to face the enemy without being completely in the dark.

When the lord first heard that this force was the Dragon Legion, he was greatly startled.

He naturally still remembered when a dragon came to the wilderness and became Highcliff Stronghold's neighbor.

Dragons, as powerful magical creatures, have always been worth taking seriously whenever they are mentioned.

Although they no longer have their proud magic, their dragon breath, which is enough to melt steel, their scales as hard as iron, and their wings that can soar through the sky, still place this creature at the top of the food chain.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that one dragon is worth a thousand troops.

Moreover, dragons are creatures with terrifying appeal. Even if they do nothing, a large number of goblins, kobolds, or lizardmen will rush to become their followers.

And in the wilderness full of alien races, they are obviously even more at ease.

In Levi's memory, a dragon could easily pull together a ragtag legion of tens of thousands of followers just by virtue of its reputation.

For example, in the Dark Swamp of the West, a black dragon known as the 'Thorn Queen' occupies this place, with nearly fifty to sixty thousand followers under her command.

Even Saint Jose, a large country, is very troubled and can only let her dominate on the edge of its territory.

Highcliff Stronghold, even with all its residents counted, isn't even a fraction of their number. If the enemy really reaches this scale, he can completely ask Debe for help.

After all, this location isn't too far from Debe. Presumably, the Kingdom of Debe certainly wouldn't sit idly by and watch a dragon grow stronger here and become the next 'Thorn Queen'.

Nipping it in the bud is definitely the most cost-effective way.

Fortunately, Josse interrogated this aspect of the intelligence in advance, which made the lord, who was almost bluffed, breathe a sigh of relief.

Compared to the Thorn Queen's dragon legion, this legion is like a fledgling, with a little over four thousand people, half of whom are goblins and kobolds, who are combat power of five trash.

"Only a little over four thousand people, and they dare to call themselves the Dragon Legion?"

The lord, who was almost scared into writing a letter to Flynna for help, was full of confidence again, "Very good, I didn't bother it, but now it's coming to my door."

"Then let's fight! Let them know that Highcliff Stronghold's things are not so easy to take."

When he learned that this dragon had moved in and become Highcliff Stronghold's neighbor, Levi deliberately avoided this area no matter what he did in order to avoid conflict.

Unexpectedly, now they are taking the initiative to come to his door.

Whether it's to solve this thorn in his side or for something else, this war is inevitable.

However, strategically despising the enemy and tactically valuing the enemy is the lord's motto.

"In addition, we must consider the possibility of that dragon joining the battlefield!" Levi tapped the table, attracting everyone's attention.

For the lord, the other side is just a little more famous, and in essence, it's no different from the wilderness bandits who robbed the iron ore some time ago, all of them are poorly equipped ragtag troops.

He was able to lead Highcliff Stronghold to overcome the weak and defeat the strong in the past, let alone Highcliff Stronghold, whose strength has now increased several levels.

The only thing that the lord is afraid of is that dragon. To be honest, he is not sure if he can withstand a dragon breath.

"I don't think this issue needs to be too worried about." Mireille expressed her opinion.

"Oh?"

Her confident look made Levi show joy. Could it be that Mireille has a way to deal with this dragon?

"Because I don't think Highcliff Stronghold has the ability to deal with a dragon." Mireille sincerely said the second half of the sentence: "Lord Levi, let's retreat back to White Stream City! It's not shameful. If we keep our capital, we can always come back sooner or later."

Highcliff Stronghold has only four thousand people including all the residents. Mireille doesn't know why this lord would use the arrogant word "only" to describe this Dragon Legion.