Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The war gradually subsided. Facing the arrival of reinforcements, the Allied Wilderness Forces had no choice but to abandon the field littered with corpses and retreat in disarray like a receding tide.

Thorny soldiers who arrived as reinforcements were clearing the battlefield, and auxiliary troops were constructing temporary camps.

As expected, Fulgero was ambushed by a male Drow commander and several thousand wilderness people on the way.

If the legion commander hadn't been cautious enough and possessed outstanding military talent, they might have succeeded in their sneak attack.

However, even so, it still delayed their progress, causing them to arrive half a day late despite speeding up later.

"Fulgero, what are your casualties?"

A bonfire was lit in the open space, and a large pot was set up. A thick soup bubbled, and Li Wei scooped out tender mutton from it, eating with greasy lips.

Today, he had only nibbled on a few bites of rye bread in the morning. He had been running around all day, hacking at people, and his stomach was long empty. Therefore, as soon as the enemy retreated, he hurriedly found the Cliffsend logistics cooks to start a fire and cook.

After all, people are iron, and food is steel; you'll get hungry if you miss a meal.

As the vanguard, he only led the warriors of Cliffsend, while the remaining auxiliary troops and cooks followed in the main force.

"Although the enemy's sneak attack was unexpected, there were no significant losses, only a delay in our time."

Fulgero squatted aside, holding a bowl, devouring the food without any regard for his image.

"I must sincerely thank you, Lord, for your support. It's hard to say whether Skye could have held out until I arrived if it weren't for you."

"Losing a Panta Warrior squad, a high-ranking cleric, and a knight captain here would be an unbearable loss for us." He looked up at Li Wei, his face serious. "I will report all of this to the Duke truthfully."

"Your dazzling merit cannot be obscured even by the season of eternal night."

"Hey, it's just a mutually beneficial arrangement. I'm a practical person. I'll be satisfied if Frelina can subsidize Cliffsend with something of practical value," Li Wei waved his hand.

Don't think that he's doing well on this patch of land with a group of barbarians, and Cliffsend has become a large force of several thousand people, even having a place in this wilderness.

But it can't hide the fact that this is a newly emerging force, and the people are so poor that they can't even produce a copper coin. They are still struggling to make ends meet.

Basically, it all depends on the lord's private treasury to support them.

He thought being a frontier lord meant living in a magnificent palace with a bunch of beast-eared girls, leading a life of debauchery.

But imagination is just that, imagination. The reality is that there are no beast-eared girls, but there is a pile of orcish roughnecks, and he has to sleep with them every day.

"Duchess Frelina will definitely give you a satisfactory reward, Lord. The motto of the Martel family is—vengeance for every wrong, a hundredfold return for every kindness!"

Fulgero smiled slightly. After explaining, he looked down and saw that the food was gone.

The burly Pandaren was eating vigorously with a face basin filled to the brim, its furry face covered with oil, blinking innocently at Fulgero's gaze.

Looking to the side, the lord was no better than it. There was no doubt that both of them were gluttons.

One person could eat as much as ten Thorny Legion soldiers.

Licking his lips, Fulgero finally helplessly put down his bowl.

These two strong men had killed countless enemies in this war. It was only natural for them to eat a lot. The Thorny Legion would not mistreat anyone who had contributed.

But…

Fulgero still felt a pang of heartache. This mutton was specially sent to him by his sister to improve his diet.

After all, military life mostly consisted of communal meals. It was no problem to eat enough, but it was hard to say how delicious it was.

Therefore, most officers would bring some rations that suited their tastes to open a small stove, which was also a tradition of the Thorny Legion, and he was no exception.

His original intention was to take it out to entertain everyone to express his apology, but he didn't expect these two to be like livestock…

"Fulgero, your mutton is amazing. What breed of sheep is it? I'll buy a couple to raise when I get back."

Li Wei gave a thumbs up, praising without reservation.

The last time he ate something that could make him praise it so much was at the Duke's mansion. The mutton Fulgero took out was very tender, with almost no muttony smell. Just adding a little salt and rinsing it made people eat so happily that they couldn't close their mouths.

Having the rare opportunity to freeload from this frugal middle-aged man, the lord directly made the most of it.

"Lord, this is a Highland Black Sheep. I'll have Lorina send you a few when we get back."

"Okay," the lord nodded.

"Lord, there's a situation!"

At that moment, Skye ran over from a distance, panting.

This middle-aged knight, who had suffered heavy losses in his first time leading a defense battle, felt extremely guilty. After the battle, he personally ran to help transport the wounded.

The others exchanged glances, their faces sinking. Could it be that these wilderness people, who had just suffered a crushing defeat, had come up with some new tricks?

"Heh, these little bastards really don't stop," the lord sneered.

The relaxed expressions of the Panta Warriors disappeared without a trace. They picked up their weapons and began to enter a state of readiness. An unspoken silence began to spread.

They couldn't finish their meal. They hurriedly shoveled a few mouthfuls and wiped their mouths with their sleeves.

"Follow me!" the lord shouted, and everyone rushed out of the temporary camp.

Standing on a snow slope, Skye pointed in a direction. The terrain here was relatively high, and the view was farther.

Under the night, the heavy snow had stopped, but it was obviously impossible to see farther with the dim starlight. They could only vaguely see a dark figure slowly advancing towards them, stepping on the snow that covered their ankles.

Li Wei squinted his eyes, looking behind the figure, trying to find more manpower in the darkness.

"Just one?"

"I can't see clearly. The scouts discovered it first, but they said there was only one," Skye shook his head.

The reason he didn't act rashly was because the other party was too strange.

If it was a wilderness person who had quietly fled because of fear of war, how could they be walking towards them?

But if it wasn't, the other party was just one person, which was completely baffling.

As time passed, the dark figure got closer and closer, and more details became clearer.

It was an earth goblin, with the typical exaggerated features of a goblin, but it was taller, about one and a half blades tall, with a strong physique, wearing a set of leather armor and hunting boots with a bit of military aristocratic charm, and a short sword hanging from its waist.

These combinations made it look not only detached from the ugly appearance of a goblin, but also quite handsome. What was even more impressive was that its eyes were clear and bright, as if they contained a starry sky, forming a clear contrast with the ignorant and turbid eyes of other goblins.

At this moment, it was waving a piece of gray cloth with a tree branch.

Li Wei had a sense of déjà vu looking at this scene.

"Is this earth goblin a messenger sent by the other party?" Fulgero said uncertainly from the side.

It's no wonder he thought so. This earth goblin's outfit was obviously not a fleeing soldier, and Fulgero believed it if he said it was a military aristocrat.

"Whatever it is, wouldn't it be clear if we let it over and ask?" Li Wei waved his hand, and the Panta Warriors behind him put down the javelins they were about to throw.

…

Until today, when the main force of the other party came out of the Shadow Forest without seeing a trace of Gus, Layton understood that his old friend was either captured or killed by the other party.

No matter what the result was, it was difficult for it to hide its sadness.

But it couldn't just sink into it. It had to seek a way out for itself.

That's right, a way out.

In Layton's view, this Drow Elf coalition was like a storm-tossed sea, a leaky ship. The ending of staying on it would only be to sink into the sea with it.

To this end, it risked coming to the human camp alone.

Perhaps it would be shot to death by the other party's alert soldiers before it even got close, or perhaps the other party's officers would simply ignore a low-status goblin as humble as dust. But in any case, this was its only chance, and it had to seize it.

In short, no matter how many possibilities there were, Layton still came.

It saw a sentence in a human book: if you don't take action, then all possibilities are just possibilities.

This was its only chance to survive.

When it saw the other party's officer signal the unusually brave Panta Warriors to put down their weapons, Layton knew that half of its goal had been achieved. Suppressing the joy in its heart, it walked closer.

There were a total of four officers on the other side. They stood high up, looking down at it. Under the illumination of the firelight, they looked so tall and mighty.

The most eye-catching thing was the middle-aged human in military aristocratic clothing. He had a calm face and was holding a delicate cane in his hand. His posture was elegant and noble. He exuded a special aura of leadership, which made people can't help but feel awe for him. Obviously, he was the highest-ranking person among everyone present, and the ultimate commander of this human army.

Next to him were the Pandaren leader, who was as brave as Gus, and a young human.

Although Layton had never been to the human world, it also understood some of the situations in the human army. In the army environment, qualifications and age were regarded as important factors, and human officers who usually commanded soldiers were experienced and older.

These older officers, with their experience and calmness, could better lead and command soldiers.

However, the young human in front of him was too young.

It couldn't help but guess, could this human be a squire?

After all, human dignitaries like to have a servant with them, especially those with beautiful appearances. It didn't know if there were deeper meanings hidden in it.

When it looked at the last person, it couldn't help but light up. His face was resolute and firm, his figure was burly, and he exuded an unspeakable aura. This was a human powerhouse!

Layton remembered the warrior in black armor who could easily pierce through the coalition's formation earlier.

It was likely the human knight in front of him.

"Goblin, state your purpose," Fulgero said, his voice as heavy as a rock slab, making people fearful.

"I am the chieftain of the Gale Tribe, and I have come with good intentions," Layton placed a hand on its chest and bowed.

This surprised everyone, after all, when did goblins learn human aristocratic etiquette?

Its leather armor was slightly old, but it was clean and tidy and well maintained. It was definitely not temporarily taken off someone else's body to make up for it.

The sword hanging from its waist also had a unique historical and heavy charm. Just looking at the scabbard, you knew there were many stories.

This goblin was clearly different from other wilderness people.

It looked at Fulgero, very respectfully, "This adult must be the commander of this legion."

Fulgero nodded slightly.

"Your wisdom seems to have been favored by the gods. Every strategic arrangement makes me feel like I am climbing an insurmountable peak."

Layton did not hesitate to praise.

Fulgero was noncommittal. As the youngest legion commander, he had long been tired of hearing praises, let alone the praise of a goblin.

To be honest, if it were another legion commander, he would probably think that this goblin was insulting him, but Fulgero sensed something deeper from it.

Could this goblin be the commander of the wilderness coalition that commanded that force some time ago?

"And this Panta Warrior, your bravery is unmatched. The crushed enemies are enough to be used as a carpet to cushion a camp."

Layton praised everyone in front of it one by one, with a bright smile on its face, as if it was full of admiration and praise for everyone.

However, it didn't know that it had been labeled as too flattering by the honest Pandaren, but as the saying goes, you don't hit a smiling face, and the Pandaren nodded perfunctorily.

"Finally it's my turn!"

The lord puffed out his chest, like a proud peacock, ready to hear how this goblin would evaluate him.

What he had done could be described as earth-shattering and worthy of being recorded in history. He seemed to have anticipated the goblin's praise for him, which would be as endless as a tide. Even if it exhausted its limited vocabulary, it would be difficult to express its admiration for him.

As a result, he didn't expect this guy to skip him directly and look at Skye. His whole person was obviously refreshed. What outstanding strength, like a majestic peak... His reputation among the wilderness people was enough to scare people so much that they wouldn't dare go to the toilet in the middle of the night... All kinds of flowery praises followed one after another without costing money.

Skye was stunned. He didn't even know that he was so powerful?

Fulgero smiled slightly. This goblin seemed to have recognized the wrong person.

Eighteen years old that year, standing like a minion.

The lord, who was inexplicably regarded as a small soldier, covered his heart and felt angry.

"You blind treasure, this lord is right in front of you and you can't even recognize me?"

"Ah?"

Layton felt a knot in its heart, realizing that it seemed to have done something stupid.

Looking at the lord who was sneering at it, constantly pressing the sword at its waist, it only felt a chill in its neck and couldn't help but swallow.