Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Having realized that this lord had no respect for spellcasters, Sam started talking non-stop to avoid getting whipped a few more times.

"My lord, I know healing spells and Stone Skin."

"So weak?"

The lord couldn't believe it. Where was the Hundred-Mile Ice Seal spell or Fireball? He didn't have any of them.

"My lord, the fact that I can master two spells is already considered a gift. Besides, Stone Skin can make a person's skin as hard as stone, which is definitely a very useful spell on the battlefield."

Sam was a little indignant that Li Wei was questioning his expertise.

"Can it withstand a shot from my gun?" Li Wei said disdainfully.

"That's right, that guy is really good at singing his own praises," Zart muttered quietly from the side.

Sam was silent. If shamans weren't as fragile as human spellcasters, and each shaman's physical strength wasn't much worse than their own spells...

Plus, he had healed himself. Otherwise, he would have met his dead grandmother long ago.

The terrifying shot was actually thrown by this man in front of him, not some kind of ballista...

That shot wouldn't be stopped by Stone Skin, even Iron Skin wouldn't work...

But Sam only dared to slander in his heart.

Smack!

"Tell me honestly, were you the ones who attacked the Dala tribe last night?"

Li Wei slammed a temporarily made gavel on the wooden table in front of him with a "smack", with the air of an ancient master interrogating in court.

"We fought with them before. With such a good opportunity last night, we certainly wouldn't let it go."

"But their chief took advantage of the chaos and ran away with dozens of warriors. We didn't manage to keep them all."

"You are very honest. This is a good start and a good beginning for us to build trust."

Swish!

A flash of silver light passed.

Li Wei walked in front of Sam, drew his long sword, and before he could react, used the holy sword to cut the ropes binding his hands and feet. At the end, he even made a sword flourish before returning it to its scabbard.

Sam was so frightened by the blade that brushed against his skin that his hair stood on end, and his face was pale. He wanted to burst into curses, but at the moment he was about to say it, he realized his situation was not good and forcibly held it back.

If trust is built like this, then there's no need!

"How many warriors in your tribe are left behind? How strong are they?"

"None."

"Hey, you're still not being honest?! Do you think the whip in Grandpa Zart's hand doesn't bite anymore?"

Smack!

Zart took off the cowhide whip from his belt, raised his hand and whipped it, hitting Sam on the back. The pain made him scream and said with a mournful face:

"My lord, there really aren't any! The most valiant and skilled warriors have been defeated by you. Now the Evil Tooth tribe doesn't have a leader who can convince the public, and they can no longer organize warriors to fight!"

"Explain in detail! Total number, location, able-bodied men..."

Li Wei held a wooden board and a charcoal pencil in his hand.

Logically speaking, the strength of the troops left behind is far inferior to the main force that went out to attack, but history has taught Li Wei a lesson: being cautious is a virtue.

Especially since the Evil Tooth tribe hasn't lost a hundred warriors, unlike the crippled Dala tribe. Li Wei has to prevent them from making a comeback.

Now they happen to be lacking a leader. Li Wei will decide whether to take advantage of the victory and pursue, directly destroying the possibility of their comeback, depending on the situation.

Sam spoke as he recorded.

But these things are just for reference. He still had to scout. A little carelessness in marching and fighting could lead to capsizing in the gutter, and once it capsized, it would be irreversible.

"More than a thousand people. There should be about three hundred able-bodied men who can wield knives and swords, plus those who escaped back..."

Looking at the data Sam said, Li Wei nodded. This number was about the same as he had estimated.

Putting away the wooden board, Li Wei, who was about to leave, suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, are there many shamans in the wilderness who know witchcraft?"

"Not many. As far as I know, in the tribes of the Cass Mountains, I am the only true shaman. And among the alien races in the wilderness, only kobolds, minotaurs, trolls, and orcs are rich in shamans."

Sam said with some pride.

After all, among so many human tribes in the Cass Mountains, he was the only one who knew magic, and he knew two spells.

At the same time, he felt a little aggrieved. Such a rare shaman was not only captured by a certain magic idiot, but also not cherished.

The self-esteem of a spellcaster was at play, but reality had to force him to bow his head.

"Oh? Then how did you learn these two witchcrafts?"

Li Wei really didn't expect that orcs and kobolds could become shamans. The main reason was that he had always lived in the south, and the south was mostly inhabited by alien races such as lizardmen and mermen.

"This..."

Sam hesitated, because this was his secret, but when he saw the orc barbarian eagerly reaching for the cowhide whip on his butt, he suddenly felt that this secret was not very important.

"My lord, I have a magic scroll."

"Magic scroll?"

"Uh, actually it's a stone slab that records several spells..."

Sam looked at the cowhide whip in the orc barbarian's hand with caution.

As a shaman, his physique was not much worse than that of young people, but even a thick-skinned black mountain boar could not withstand a few whips from this muscular fool.

"Where's the stone slab?"

"I put it in the tribe. The location is very hidden. No one can find it except me!"

"If you want it, my lord, I can take you to get it."

Sam stood up straight and said with a serious face.

"You better pray that what you said is true." Li Wei took a deep look at this little old man.

But an idea was gradually forming in his mind, but the premise was that everything this old boy said was true.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time thought that he was about to be valued. After all, he had contributed even the most precious things. He was also a shaman who knew magic, and he should not be so underestimated no matter what.

As a result, the next second, Li Wei personally tied him up tightly with a rope.

No, where did you learn this tying technique from?

Sam was dumbfounded. Tying people up was fine, but why was this kind of tying so shameful? It made him only able to squirm on the ground like a caterpillar.

The lord was a witchcraft illiterate who didn't understand anything, and was both curious and cautious about witchcraft. He was very worried that this old shaman would cast some kind of witchcraft on him in the middle of the night, so to prevent accidents, he simply tied his hands and feet.

Thinking that magic required chanting spells, he also asked Zart to stuff the shaman's stinky socks into his mouth, and then nodded in satisfaction.

The reason he did this was because he had not received the old man's application to join the team from beginning to end.