Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Although I didn't personally gauge the strength of this Pandaren leader, my Lord feels that he's on par with Olak, a bit weaker than Zarth.

A mere hundred or so wildlings who only know brute force shouldn't be able to tire him out.

Tonight, Zarth alone killed about seventy pig-headed people, and he wasn't even out of breath.

"It was an ogre chieftain; it took a bit of effort to deal with him," Panda said with a smile, casually.

Li Wei also immediately saw the ogre chieftain he mentioned; its huge body collapsed in the blood-soaked ground nearby, a tusk exposed, its ferocious head looking in this direction with an unwilling expression.

Ogres and trolls are similar in size, with adult warriors being around three 'ren' tall, but they are two different races.

The former are cruel and tyrannical, carnivorous, and basically all are wilderness bandits who like to plunder and are extremely fond of eating people, hence the name.

The latter are generally omnivorous, herding and hunting; although their tempers aren't good, they generally won't eat humanoids unless they really have nothing else to eat.

Even without its head, this ogre chieftain's body is nearly four 'ren' tall, and just based on its size, you know its strength isn't weak; yet now it's been beheaded here.

"For this fool to fall into your hands, Panda, is enough for it to brag about to the Wilderness God."

The Lord looked at the weapon in Panda's hand, which resembled a "Green Dragon Crescent Blade," and was a bit curious: "Is your weapon a magical equipment?"

"This is a weapon passed down through our Panta clan; it's merely sharp and hard, not any kind of magical equipment," Panda explained.

In fact, every past leader has used this blade as a weapon; it's a symbol of status.

Li Wei nodded in a show of understanding, but his heart was itching.

He seemed to have developed a disease.

Whenever he saw a weapon that looked like magical equipment, he wanted to try it out.

However, considering they had only met a day ago, the Lord was ultimately too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Li Wei surveyed the battlefield, looking out at the bizarre corpses everywhere; you could walk a hundred steps without your feet touching the ground.

The Lord realized for the first time that snow could be as beautiful and translucent as rubies.

In this season, the weather is terribly cold; the scalding hot blood had just mixed with the snow before it froze into translucent blocks like rubies, creating a strange beauty.

"What are the casualties?" Li Wei asked.

This time, the Panta warriors deserve a lot of credit for stabilizing the situation so quickly after the wilderness coalition's night raid.

Acting as the main force, they stood like indestructible walls at the main entrance of the camp, and no matter how fierce the enemy's attacks were, they remained unmoved.

"A few brothers died in battle, and a dozen were seriously injured," Panda said, shaking his head, his tone heavy.

Facing the tide-like attack of thousands of people, even if they possessed the power from their hearts, damage was inevitable.

In fact, defending against thousands with just a hundred, with only a few deaths, is enough to show their bravery.

"My condolences," the Lord said, patting its furry back to show his sympathy.

Li Wei had previously asked about the fifty orcish guards and how big the gap was between them and this group of Pandaren.

They shyly indicated that they could take on about two and a half each.

In this level of battlefield, even the barbarian members of the personal guard would be injured, so the Lord fully expected casualties among this group of Pandaren.

"When joining the Panta Warriors, we were already mentally prepared for this," the panda said.

Unfortunately, Panda was far from as open-minded about this matter as it said.

When four Pandaren warriors, their chests sunken and long dead, were held by their clansmen and placed on the newly built firewood pile to be cremated, the strong man was silent for a long time, his eyes slightly red.

"I couldn't bring them back to White Stream City safely."

Panda took a big gulp of wine, and the wine stained the newly tied white cloth on its chest again.

Half an hour had passed since the battle ended, and the warriors were resting, recovering the physical strength consumed in the fighting.

Seeing that Panda's mood was not right, the Lord decisively pulled it over to drink.

"Panda, this is not your fault, just like me, I also want to bring my group of fools back to Highcliff Castle unscathed, but the reality is that some people will always be left in this damn place," the Lord said with a self-deprecating smile, shrugging his shoulders and telling a cold joke: "You know what? Sometimes I really hate that I'm not a necromancer."

"At least it would prevent people from dying in battles."

"Lord, in fact, to be honest, this is the first battle I've led the clan as chieftain," Panda said, taking another gulp of wine, his eyes a little blurred.

As Pandaren, everyone is a seasoned drunkard, not to say they can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but they definitely won't get drunk from a few glasses of wine.

But Panda felt a long-lost sense of intoxication.

"I can see that," the Lord said, nodding slightly.

After all, a seasoned commander would never be in this state.

Like that old boy Fojello, the Thorns Legion had at least four or five hundred deaths tonight, and seeing so many soldiers' corpses, he only sighed slightly, and finally, as if nothing had happened, he stuck out his butt and went into the military conference hall to discuss the next steps.

"Old Chieftain is old, and under my persuasion, he returned to the Panta people's homeland to enjoy his last leisurely years, and I have been thinking about finally coming here from the tribe to become the chieftain."

"Before I came, I thought I was the most outstanding warrior, able to bring all the clansmen back intact, but the reality is that I can't take care of anyone, and even I don't know if I will die on the battlefield."

"May I ask, what is your relationship with the Old Chieftain?" Li Wei interrupted, raising his hand.

"He is my father," Panda said with a self-deprecating smile: "Actually, I thought he was old and couldn't protect the safety of the clansmen. I thought I could do better, but reality taught me a hard lesson."

Li Wei nodded, not expecting Panda to be a second-generation official, the old father being the real chieftain of the Panta clan.

The Lord looked up and saw the auxiliary soldiers busily repairing the damaged fortifications, and the military doctors were rushing around in the tents where the wounded were being treated.

Even Maisa, who knew the "Snowflake Dance" healing magic, ran to help, and Sam, the shaman who knew healing spells, was also sent by the Lord to follow Maisa as an assistant.

Earlier, he learned from Meer that a wilderness coalition had attacked the logistics base but was repelled by him leading the Highcliff Castle warriors in coordination with the Thorns Legion soldiers.

Because the Thorns Legion soldiers were acting as meat shields in the front, and the Fede archers were shooting in the back.

So there were no casualties, only a few warriors were unlucky and were shot in the leg or hand by stray arrows, and they could recover quickly under Sam's treatment.

So tonight's raid didn't cause any damage to Highcliff Castle, which was good news.