Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 103 Unknown Enemy

Although Jos was confident that Bem would not dare to deceive High Cliff Castle, his inherent caution made him check the cargo in the carriages one by one.

However, the main reason why he was so cautious was that this was the first time that the lord had entrusted him with an important task, and he would rather spend a little more time than make any mistakes.

"No problem." Jos nodded and finally smiled a little: "Chief Bem, we will go back first."

The wilderness tribes all bartered and had no fixed currency, so the supplies used to exchange for weapons were naturally the Fengyong tribe's specialty, maple syrup.

This kind of maple syrup is made from the sap of sugar maple trees, which has a very high sugar content. It is as sweet as honey, has a unique flavor, and is rich in minerals. It is a very distinctive, pure and natural nutritional product.

The Derby people love to eat pancakes and toast dipped in syrup, and they also like to pour syrup on grilled meat or some vegetables.

Some nobles also like to crush maple syrup and ice cubes to make drinks. They are icy, sweet, and have a soft texture. When drinking, you can feel the ice and sugar slowly sliding down your throat, which is very comfortable.

Taking a sip on a hot summer day will cool you down from the soles of your feet to your scalp.

However, true connoisseurs often pour it on lightly fried foie gras, which is the real good stuff.

All the maple syrup was put into sealed oak barrels. Gaoya Castle planned to keep some for its own use and take the rest to Bailiu City for sale.

This kind of thing is a best-seller, so there is no need to worry about selling it.

Levi has even written to Lorena, and the wealthy businesswoman has offered a suitable price and said she wants as many as she can get.

This also provided Gaoya Castle with a decent source of income.

Looking at the convoy with only dozens of guards, it can be said that the number is pitifully small. Any stronger tribe can rob it, but Bem has no idea at all.

Just quietly watching the silhouette of the convoy leaving in the sunset.

He shook his head. The only thing he could do now was to try to make friends with Gaoya Castle.

Ever since he knew that it was the Lord of High Cliff Castle who destroyed the wilderness coalition of several thousand people, he could not have any other thoughts.

Their Fengyong tribe is very powerful if taken alone, with a population of about two thousand people and nearly seven or eight hundred warriors.

But this number of people is only a fraction of the Wilderness Coalition that went to rob the iron mine. Such a powerful coalition was defeated. He doesn't think that the Fengyong Tribe can stop it.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, he seemed to hear some very strange noises.

His outstanding eyesight allowed him to see that Jos, who had just disappeared over the horizon, was riding his horse and running back with his men in a panic, as if there were ghosts behind him.

"Jos..."

Bem looked confused and wanted to find out something, but no one paid any attention to him and just walked past him.

But there was no need for that, because he finally knew what had caused these warriors from High Cliff Castle to abandon even the nine carriages full of supplies.

It was a black line that gradually grew larger, accompanied by the sound of grass being trampled, wolves howling, and sharp swords being unsheathed.

It's a wilderness bandit!
A terrifying number of wilderness bandits!

damn it!
damn it!
Bem's face turned pale instantly. At a glance, this team had at least 3,000 people and was coming in a fierce manner. He didn't understand why the Fengyong tribe didn't even receive any news of the appearance of such a coalition force.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

He roared miserably. The Fengyong tribe warriors, who had just finished the battle and had not had time to put down their weapons, hurriedly resisted the enemy. Bem quickly smeared mud on his body and crawled into a particularly lush grass nest when no one noticed.

In the beautiful tranquility shrouded by the setting sun, shouts of killing suddenly broke out.

... "Did you find out?"

Gorgon grabbed a terrified goblin with one hand and used its body to carefully wipe the blood off the giant sword.

This is what it learned from a book. Human knights with superb martial arts skills would use handkerchiefs to wipe their swords for maintenance after each battle. It did this only because it almost died at the hands of goblins when it was young.

This group of wild people are far inferior to its elite vanguard in terms of personal bravery and physical strength. They are only slightly better armed, but this difference in weapons is far from enough to make up for the difference in strength between individuals.

Coupled with the advantage brought by the surprise attack, the battle instantly became one-sided and ended in less than a meal's time.

However, Gorgon discovered something else that made him extremely excited. When he was cleaning up the spoils after the dust settled, he found a horse-drawn carriage carrying goods in an open space. When he opened it, he saw a number of "excellent" iron tools neatly arranged inside.

Gorgon understood after a moment's thought that this batch of weapons had just been delivered and the people of this tribe had not yet distributed them, which was why they were easily defeated.

"Sir, this batch of iron weapons was indeed provided to them by someone."

"Great." He threw the frightened goblin into the ogre's mouth and easily put the broadsword on his back, showing off his superb swordsmanship. "Who is the other party?"

"He is a pioneer lord from Derby, and his territory is called High Cliff Castle." As he spoke, the gnoll scout couldn't help laughing: "These ignorant bumpkins described them as very powerful, like warriors fighting for the gods."

Thinking of this, the scouts couldn't help but straighten their chests. Although they were not fighting for the gods, they were actually fighting for the dragons.

That’s why we can proudly say that these wilderness natives are unsophisticated people.

"It's just a small pioneer territory. Although this tribe is quite powerful, it has no knowledge. Don't pay any attention to it."

Gorgon made a split-second decision.

What kind of military strength can the pioneers have? At best, they are just a group of losers who can't make it among humans and want to show their skills in the wilderness. At most, they have hundreds of pioneer warriors.

It's totally incomparable to its dragon army.

Not to mention that exchanging supplies through trade indirectly shows that the other party is not strong, otherwise there would be no need to take such peaceful means.

As a human noble who could provide weapons to the wilderness tribes, Gorgon couldn't believe how many weapons this frontier territory actually had, but he thought that there would obviously be enough to sell.

"Lady Sophia, you are one step closer to your goal."

Gorgon murmured.

After wiping out this pioneer territory, the dragon army that has seized weapons will see a significant increase in strength. Wouldn't it be easier to unify the wilderness?

"Sir, if we launch a large-scale attack on the Derby Frontier Territory, we will be in big trouble." The werewolf scout said hesitantly.

If only a small force attacked the pioneer territory, Debe would not care even if it was destroyed.

However, they have gathered three to four thousand people to form a legion, which is no less than a small army. If Debe knew about it, he would obviously not turn a blind eye to this threat and would definitely send people to destroy this threat in the cradle.

"Yes, it is indeed troublesome to be discovered." Gorgon looked in the direction pointed by a captive and sneered: "But a remote pioneer territory has been annihilated. How long will it take for Debe to find out?"

"Half a month?" the gnoll scout captain replied.

"But I think it's more than three months..."

But none of them noticed that in a grass nest not far away, a person who looked like a puddle of mud was covering his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

(End of this chapter)