Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The Milky Way shone brightly, and the universe was vast.

In the desolate and remote wilderness, a lonely moon overlooked the earth.

At this time of year, everything was frozen for thousands of miles, and people were hard to find.

In the sprawling camp of the Thorns Legion, only sparse bonfires between the tents emitted meager light. Patrol soldiers silently moved between the tents to prevent sneak attacks, creating a scene of utter silence.

But at this moment, a grand bonfire party was underway at the Highcliff Stronghold camp.

Frozen mutton and beef were thawed and hung on the grill, dripping oil as they were roasted by the orange-red flames.

Barrels of cold wine were uncorked and poured into the seemingly bottomless stomachs of the Panda warriors.

When roasting the meat, Li Wei used his own blend of various spices and chili powder, which even the ice and snow priests, who never ate spicy food, began to gradually accept.

Surprisingly, Maisha gave it a very high evaluation, saying that she was born in an ordinary family and sometimes used chili to season food, but it had no other characteristics besides spiciness.

However, the lord's use of it could be described as miraculous.

Besides a slight spiciness, it also masked the mutton's gamey taste, emitting a unique fragrance.

"Your Excellency's hospitality overwhelms us. Please allow us to perform the Panda clan's war dance as a token of our gratitude."

Panda said as the party reached its peak.

"I've heard of the Panda clan's war dance for a long time, but I've never seen it," Li Wei said with a nod and a smile.

Dozens of Panda warriors walked to the open space, lined up neatly, and, led by Panda, began to perform the most ancient war dance unique to the Panda clan.

The longing for美好 is a language that needs no translation. Savage orcs also know war dances. Li Wei could watch one every time there was a gathering at Highcliff Stronghold.

But the war dance of these Pandaren warriors was unique, their movements seemingly slow but actually smooth and full of charm, interspersed with some martial arts.

If the savages' war dance gave a primitive feeling of fighting a wild bear and staining the sky with blood,

then the Pandaren's war dance gave a sense of high mountains and flowing water, an unshakeable rock.

It was fearless even in the face of thorns.

The lord took the lead in giving thunderous applause.

"Your Excellency, do you know that the winter solstice is the most important festival for northerners?" Maisha said with a look of longing, holding a mug of heated wine.

"Because northerners believe that this day is when power is transferred and the Ice and Snow Goddess takes charge of this land."

"On this day, families big and small will gather together, eat delicious food, drink warm and sweet sheep's milk, and finally dance a Bolero to welcome the arrival of the goddess, because they believe that the goddess will give them blessings in the days to come."

For the north, where seven or eight out of ten people believe in the Ice and Snow Goddess, they prefer winter to spring, because in this season, heavy and tiring work will stay away from them, and they will spend this beautiful winter in their warm rooms.

Therefore, the winter solstice is also their most important festival, its importance comparable to the Spring Festival of my previous life.

Li Wei knew a little about this common knowledge and nodded.

Maisha took a sip of malt wine, then stood up and walked to the open space beside the bonfire, standing crisply.

"Although it's still some time before the winter solstice, the ice and snow have come earlier this year than in the past."

She looked at the lord, her small face glowing red from the orange-yellow firelight, making it impossible to tell whether it was the girl's blush or the color of the fire.

"Your Excellency, although this is very abrupt, I would like to ask you to dance a Bolero with me to celebrate this year's winter solstice in advance."

The girl mustered her courage and said her wish aloud.

Highcliff Stronghold was very different. Although she had only been in contact with it for a short time, Maisha could feel a sense of unrestrained freedom here.

Humans could talk about interesting things with orcs, and Pandaren and savage orcs also put their arms around each other's shoulders and called each other brothers.

It was as if this was a big family, tolerating everyone without discrimination.

This lord was even more easy-going and approachable, without any airs, and some of his ideas perfectly matched hers. He was like an all-knowing god, able to clearly know everything she was thinking.

"Boss, agree quickly," Zart, this reckless man, stirred up trouble, taking the lead in whistling.

"That's right, that's right, even though I'm an orc, I know that this girl is very beautiful."

"Yes, Your Excellency, please agree. We Feide people will not refuse a girl's request."

The warriors of Highcliff Stronghold stirred up trouble, teasing their boss.

The Pandaren warriors gulped down the wine, grinning with smiles.

They hadn't been able to drink so happily for a long time. They had to drink their fill tonight.

Panda's face showed a look of reminiscence, with an uncontrollable smile between his lips. He had lived in human society for a long time and understood one thing from a human girl.

That is, a girl's blush is better than all words... Hmm... It's been a long time..."

He was lost in thought.

Fugin wanted to say something, but seeing the girl's stubborn eyebrows, he fell silent and stroked the azure gem on his cane alone.

As Maisha's teacher, he knew his student's character very well.

Although he wanted to tell the girl that some things were destined not to belong to her, and that even if she tried hard to get them in the end, it would only be in vain.

But Fugin thought of his youth, when he couldn't condense magic seeds and was ridiculed by everyone as "Fugin, the magicless waste," but he still insisted on meditating, and didn't he become an intermediate mage today, far surpassing those who ridiculed him?

Only Mir was stunned, with a vigilant look, feeling a strong sense of crisis.

He and his sister had come first, but even his sister hadn't danced a duet with his future brother-in-law yet!

His head heated up, and he quickly said, "Miss Maisha, I can dance with you too."

"Dance? Are you an adult? You want to dance!"

"Be careful I'll tell your sister when I get back!"

The lord directly gave this kid a chestnut and then patted his butt and got up from the ground.

"Maisha, although I really want to dance a Bolero with you, to be honest, I'm a southerner and I don't know this dance."

The lord said a rare truth.

Frankly speaking, in good conscience, whether it was to poach someone or something, obviously agreeing to dance was the easiest way to increase goodwill.

But suffering from the fact that the lord really didn't know this dance, if he pretended to be fat, it would be okay to lose face, but if he ruined the image he had built up, it would be a loss greater than the gain.

Maisha smiled, "Your Excellency..."