Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"Boss, this old geezer isn't dead yet."

Just as the barbarians were clearing the battlefield, Zart walked over, carrying a small old man like a chick.

This shaman had a bloody hole in his shoulder, and the blood had dyed most of his clothes red. Every time Zart moved, the wound would be tugged, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

However, whether he used witchcraft or something, the wound didn't bleed.

Li Wei wasn't surprised that the shaman wasn't dead. He hadn't intended to kill him directly with that shot, deliberately avoiding vital points.

Zart threw him in front of Li Wei.

"What's your name? What kind of witchcraft do you know?"

Sam pursed his lips, unwilling to speak, trying to maintain his dignity as a noble spellcaster.

He was a seasoned old fox, not really intending to die hard, but just putting on airs to raise his value.

In his opinion, every spellcaster should be respected. He firmly believed that with his skills, he would be a guest of honor even at a Deber noble's banquet, and today would be no exception.

But ideals often differ from reality...

"Zart, give this old rascal some persuasion." Li Wei was too lazy to waste words with a prisoner and directly handed him over to Zart, who looked the most honest and simple.

He was indeed curious about spellcasters, but if he really showed that he valued him, it would only play into the shaman's hands.

"Yes, Boss."

Zart's face showed a simple and honest smile.

Then, he placed his thick palm on Sam's shoulder, with a malicious smile on his face.

"Old bastard, so you're the one who wants to marry Tina, the chief steward of Highcliff Keep, huh?"

Zart had another sentence in his heart that he didn't say: Tina is the boss's woman, how dare an old bastard like you covet her? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror.

Looking at the orc's strange smile, Sam's Adam's apple kept moving. He felt that he seemed to be a little too tough...

Zart pushed the shaman towards a dark corner.

The orcs on the wasteland, besides hunting, also raise livestock, and herdsmen often have a unique whip technique. Zart, who used to herd Northern sheep in his early years, was naturally no exception.

"Brother-in-law, your wisdom is as vast as the sea. Three hundred tribal warriors were easily dealt with by you."

Mir looked at the crestfallen Evil Tooth tribe warriors being escorted into the camp with amazement, his face full of admiration.

Three hundred tribal warriors were actually dealt with so easily, without any casualties. Mir simply couldn't believe it.

Li Wei laughed heartily, seemingly extremely pleased with the flattery, and didn't mind Mir's address. He patted him on the shoulder.

"Follow me and learn well. I won't say anything else, but at least you can have 50% of my skills."

Mir just smiled awkwardly. Li Wei could tell at a glance that this kid wasn't interested in these things, so he waved his hand and sent him away.

After learning that Mir had developed the telescope himself, Li Wei stopped insisting that he should display his talent on the battlefield.

He wandered around the camp alone with his hands behind his back, thinking about some things.

The Fedan warriors he encountered along the way all looked at him with admiration. Obviously, the method of repelling a tribe without losing a single soldier had opened their eyes, and they knew that this future superior of theirs was not a kid like Mir.

Under his leadership, this war was very likely to be won.

The Dala tribe and the Evil Tooth tribe could gather three to four hundred strong men, and the tribe size was at least over a thousand.

They were considered a powerful force in the Cass Mountains. Being repeatedly frustrated within a short day and not gaining any advantage here at the Fedan tribe was enough to slightly deter other forces.

According to Li Wei's speculation, the Fedan tribe would usher in a brief period of calm for at least the next few days.

But calm doesn't mean peace. It just lets those lurking in the dark know that the Fedan remnants are not so easy to chew on, and they will spend time accumulating stronger power. After that, naturally, a more turbulent wave will sweep over.

This battle, besides protecting the iron mine and allowing Highcliff Keep to begin building a military industry, had a deeper strategic level, which was to consume the strength of this group of natives.

To allow this group of wasteland natives to only recuperate in the mid-term.

To prevent them from gathering more power to crush Highcliff Keep and to leave enough development time for the future development of Highcliff Keep.

The Cass Mountains are not too far from Highcliff Keep. Anyone with a little knowledge would obviously not tolerate Deber's bridgehead being placed in this position, as it would greatly compress their living space.

Others thought he was only interested in the iron mine, but Li Wei looked further.

Therefore, this battle was not only for the iron mine, but also a battle for survival. Retreating one step would mean Highcliff Keep without any fortifications. Even if the enemy's power was huge, there was no room for retreat.

Moreover, with the system in hand, once the war timeline was extended, they would not fear any enemy.

Li Wei had explored the Fedan camp and found a pool belonging to a spring, and the Fedan tribe's food reserves were also extremely abundant, enough to support them for a year.

In other words, they were not afraid of siege warfare plans.

As he walked, Li Wei suddenly heard a few screams in the distance, followed by a storm of whips lashing into flesh.

He walked over and saw that the shaman was tied to a wooden stake, and the burly Zart was swinging a leather whip left and right.

After finishing, this guy also unbuttoned his pants, peed on the ground, and then pressed the wooden stake, constantly bringing the shaman's old head closer to the ground, as if to feed him a taste of the orc's freshly brewed hot tea.

The shaman was so frightened that he looked horrified, feeling that it was more painful than being whipped.

Especially the soaring stench, which made him almost vomit.

Li Wei was silent and prepared to leave with his hands behind his back. He didn't expect that Zart would play so perverted.

In terms of interrogating prisoners, he was still a few points inferior.

"Lord, I confess! I confess everything!!!"

As a result, just after taking a few steps, a desolate cry came from behind.

The shaman no longer had the lofty appearance he had before, and tears and snot were about to flow out. He was obviously frightened.

Zart also saw his boss, scratching his round head honestly.

Coming closer, Li Wei put his hands behind his back and was about to ask when a stimulating stench rushed into his mind.

"Zart, it seems you've been having some internal heat lately!!"

The lord said this expressionlessly and left the scene steadily and quickly with his hands behind his back.

"Bring this old rascal over here."

Zart touched the back of his head in surprise, only feeling that his boss was simply a god, even knowing that he had internal heat.

Could it be that besides being a monster in martial arts, his boss was also proficient in medicine?

Unable to figure it out, he untied the rope and carried Sam up.

"Name?" Li Wei sat grandly on the armchair, looking down at the shaman slumped on the ground.

"Sam."

"What kind of witchcraft do you know?"

"I know..."