Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"Pfft."

Mireille, who had been acting as an audience member, had been adhering to the principle of 'silence is golden' after being educated by the lord, maintaining a blank expression. But now, she suddenly lowered her head, covering her face with her fair, lotus-like arms, and began to cough as if she were choking on water.

She couldn't understand how these people could still be talking and laughing in the face of a dragon legion that outnumbered their own guard by ten times, and now they wanted to create a flag.

A legendary flag that has been passed down for thousands of years?

A legendary flag that would be destroyed by dragons due to a lack of self-awareness?

If that were the case, it might actually be passed down for thousands of years, appearing in a military history book millennia later, used to warn arrogant lords to always maintain a humble character, especially to have reverence for dragons.

"Miss Mireille, I thought you were about to leave? Why are you still here?" The lord glanced at Mireille.

"I apologize, I was being impolite."

Mireille honestly apologized to Bai Ruisi Tina.

No matter what choice High Cliff Stronghold made, she, as an outsider, had no right to criticize, especially since, as a half-elf, her behavior was extremely rude.

"I think General Manager Tina's proposal is very good." Levi slowly tapped the table and said, "Flags are like titles, they are very helpful in creating a sense of honor and maintaining the morale of the soldiers."

"Especially since we are about to go to war with dragons, we will obviously need an item to carry the honor brought by dragon slaying after the victory."

"Those legendary legions in history all had flags that were more flamboyant than the last. When they went out under their banners, even noble ladies would offer themselves!"

"Right." Bai Ruisi Tina, feeling validated, held her hands to her heart: "I think the Rose Knight's flag is very beautiful."

"A sissy knight order, their flag is also disgustingly flamboyant." Levi looked disgusted, even repulsed.

The Rose Knight Order had a great reputation, so great that almost everyone on the entire medieval continent had heard of it.

However, this reputation was mostly despised and dismissed by men, but admired and worshiped by women.

Its creator was a kingdom's princess who collected handsome men from the kingdom to form a knight order. Regardless of practicality, their armor, flags, and uniforms had to be the most exquisite.

Their combat effectiveness was naturally understood by those who knew. It was said to be a knight order, but it was just a facade for others to see. Whether it was openly created for personal use or something else was unknown.

Later, the kingdom was destroyed, the princess was captured, and the knight order was disbanded. Some people had nothing but good-looking faces, and they had to become male prostitutes to make a living, being kept by lords with unique fetishes.

However, if Levi had traveled to that time, he would have been leadership material.

"Our flag can't be like this, just for show and not useful." The lord rubbed his newly grown stubble for a long time, but couldn't think of anything particularly good.

Several ideas had popped into his mind, but they were obviously not suitable, their rank was too high.

Levi was afraid that the small pond of High Cliff Stronghold couldn't handle it.

"Boss, make a double-axe shield flag." Mutuo was the first to raise his hand. The simple flag used by his orc tribe before was two axes, and the purpose was self-evident.

"Why not make a wolf claw flag." Hogg, as a gnoll, scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly.

"It's all too ugly and not intimidating enough. Why not just embroider my head on it." Zart's plan was even more blatant, with an obvious purpose.

The three heads currently in control of military power at High Cliff Stronghold, facing the competition for the flag representing their face, firmly adhered to the principle of each person for himself, successfully letting the opportunity slip away.

"What kind of undead crap are these?" The lord realized that the three people, apart from being cobblers, might also be three monks with no water to drink. These three guys are good at wielding knives to chop people, but they should rest early for anything else.

The lord racked his brains for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He took out a charcoal pencil and quickly drew on the parchment in front of him.

"A high mountain wrapped in flames? And a sun on top?" Looking at the drawing on the parchment, Bai Ruisi Tina frowned slightly. This flag was completely different from the exquisite and meaningful flag she had imagined.

"I am the sun." The lord pointed to himself contentedly, taking it for granted: "The high mountain is High Cliff Stronghold, and the burning flames are naturally the Burning Legion."

"It's not as domineering as mine." Zart quietly curled his lips, only daring to slander behind his back in a low voice.

"I think it's good, it highlights me, and it also puts High Cliff Stronghold and the Burning Legion on it." The lord looked at the flag drawing that had been passed around and returned to his hand, and affirmed it again.

As everyone knows, when the lord uses seemingly uncertain words such as "I think", "I believe", and "I suggest", he has actually made up his mind and nothing can change it.

"Why is everyone silent? Our High Cliff Stronghold is not a one-man show. We uphold freedom and democracy. Everyone can speak freely if they have any opinions."

The lord had secretly made a decision, but on the surface he still wanted to put on a hypocritical act, completely like a typical sanctimonious noble.

"...I don't."

Zart was the first to raise his hand to report, but he felt that he had to be careful when walking today, because he was afraid of being struck by lightning.

"...No."

...

"Very good, then it's happily decided." Levi looked at Bai Ruisi Tina with a smile: "Tina, can you embroider?"

After receiving a definite answer, the lord was even happier. If Bai Ruisi Tina couldn't, he would have to find Qiao Si, the middle-aged single warrior who was proficient in needlework.

The following days passed uneventfully for another three days. In the morning, the patrolling gnoll cavalry finally encountered the attacking enemy thirty miles away from High Cliff Stronghold, and had a brief contest with the opposing gnoll scout cavalry.

A sudden encounter, cautious observation and probing, a brief circling and reorganization of formations, and then a wolf howl sounded the charge.

Dire wolves galloped on the grass, and their thick paw pads only made slight, muffled sounds like raindrops falling.

This is also why gnolls are suitable as scouts. Compared to human cavalry with loud hoofbeats, their movements are obviously more concealed.

Neither side lacked the courage and will to fight to the death, but battles are never just about courage and will.

Compared to the High Cliff Stronghold scout cavalry team, which was fully equipped with light cavalry armor, pointed iron helmets, only revealing green eyes, and wielding fine steel scimitars, the so-called Dragon Legion was just a loud name. In reality, they were just a group of country bumpkins with rusty iron knives and tattered leather armor.

The outcome was naturally decided in an instant.