Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 175 After the War
Although he had not personally measured the strength of the Pandaren leader, the Lord felt that he should be at the same level as Orak, and slightly weaker than Bizat.

A mere hundred or so wild people who can only fight with brute force will not tire it out.

Tonight, Zat killed more than seventy pig-headed people without any shame or hesitation.

"It was an ogre leader. It took some effort to deal with it." Panda smiled and said casually.

Levi also saw the ogre leader it was talking about. His huge body collapsed in the bloody ground beside him, with a fang exposed and a ferocious head looking in this direction with unwillingness.

Although ogres and trolls are not much different in size, and their adult warriors all have around three blades, they are two different races.

The former are cruel and brutal, and are a carnivorous race. Basically, all of them are wilderness bandits who like to plunder and are extremely fond of cannibalism, hence the name.

The latter are generally omnivorous, able to graze and hunt. Although they have bad tempers, they generally will not eat humanoid creatures unless there is really nothing to eat.

Even though this ogre leader had lost his head, his body alone was nearly four blades tall. Just based on his size, one could tell that he was not weak. Yet, he had been beheaded here.

"This idiot fell into your hands, Panda. It should be able to brag to the God of the Wilderness."

The Lord looked at the weapon in Panda's hand that looked like the "Blue Dragon Crescent Blade" and was a little curious: "Is your weapon a magical equipment?"

"This is a weapon passed down by our Panta clan. It is just sharp and hard, not some kind of magical equipment."

Panda explained.

In fact, all the leaders used this knife as a weapon, which was a symbol of status.

Levi nodded pretentiously, but he was itching to do something inside.

He seemed to be ill now.

Whenever I see a weapon that looks like magical equipment, I want to try it.

However, considering that the two had only known each other for one day, the lord was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Levi looked around the battlefield, and saw corpses of all kinds everywhere. He could walk a hundred steps without touching the ground.

For the first time, the lord knew that snow could be as gorgeous and transparent as ruby.

At this time of year, the weather is terribly cold. The boiling blood is frozen into transparent ice cubes like rubies as soon as it mixes with the snow. It looks strangely beautiful.

"How are the casualties?"

Levi asked instead.

This time, the Wilderness Alliance's night attack was able to stabilize the situation so quickly, and these Penta warriors played an indispensable role.

They served as the main force, guarding the main entrance of the camp like indestructible walls. No matter how fierce the enemy's attack was, they remained motionless.

"Several brothers were killed and a dozen were seriously injured."

Panda shook his head with a heavy tone.

Faced with the tidal wave of attacks from thousands of people, even if they mastered the power derived from the mind, they would still inevitably suffer damage.

In fact, using a hundred people to resist thousands of people and only a few casualties were enough to demonstrate their bravery.

"My condolences." The lord patted its furry back to comfort it.

Levi had asked the fifty orcs about the gap between them and the pandas. They just shyly said that one could beat two and a half.

In a battlefield with this level of numbers, even the barbarians from the personal guards would be injured. The casualties among this group of pandas were completely within the Lord's expectations.

"When we joined the Penta Warriors, we were already prepared for this," said the giant panda.

Unfortunately, Panda is not as open-minded about this matter as he says.

When four panda warriors, whose chests were sunken and who had been dead for a long time, were held by their fellow tribesmen and placed on the newly piled firewood, and the cremation began, the strong man was silent for a long time with slightly red eyes.

"I failed to bring them back to White Stream safely."

Panda took a big gulp of the wine, and the wine soaked the white cloth that had just been tied on his chest.

Half an hour had passed since the battle ended, and the soldiers were resting and recovering the energy consumed by the fight.

The lord noticed that Panda was in a bad mood and decisively dragged it to drink.

"Panda, this is not your fault. Just like me, I also want to bring all these fools under my command back to Highcliff Castle, but the reality is that some people will always stay in this hellhole." The lord laughed at himself, spread his hands and told a cold joke: "You know what? Sometimes I really hate that I'm not a necromancer."

"At least it will keep the war from dying."

"Sir, to be honest, this is the first battle I'm leading my tribe as the chief." Panda took another sip of wine, his eyes a little dazed.

As Panda people, each of them is a veteran alcoholic. Although they may not be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, they will definitely not get drunk after a few glasses of wine.

But Panda felt drunk for the first time in a long time.

"I can see that." The lord nodded slightly.

After all, a senior commander would never behave like this.

Just like that old guy Fujiero, at least four or five hundred people of the Thorn Legion died that night. He only sighed slightly when he saw so many dead bodies of soldiers, and finally, he just stuck his butt out as if nothing had happened, and went into the military conference room to discuss what to do next.

"The old chief was old, and under my persuasion, he returned to the homeland of the Panta people to enjoy his last leisurely time. And I finally came here from the tribe and became the chief, as I had always wanted."

"Before I came here, I thought I was the most outstanding warrior and could bring all the tribe members back safely. 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."

"Excuse me for asking, what is the relationship between you and your old patriarch?" Levi raised his hand to interrupt.

"It's my father." Panda laughed at himself. "Actually, I felt it was too old to protect the people. I thought I could do better, but reality taught me a hard lesson."

Levi nodded. He didn't expect that Panda was the son of an official and his old father was the real patriarch of the Panda clan.

The lord looked up and saw that the auxiliary soldiers were busy repairing the damaged fortifications, and the military doctors were running hurriedly among the tents where the wounded were accommodated.

Even Maisha, who knew the healing magic of Snow Dance, went to help. Sam, a shaman who also knew healing skills, was sent by the lord to follow Maisha and assist her.

He learned from Mir earlier that a wilderness coalition army had launched a surprise attack on the logistics base, but was repelled by the soldiers of High Cliff Castle led by him and the soldiers of the Thorn Legion.

Since the soldiers of the Thorn Legion acted as meat shields in the front, the Fed archers fired bursts of fire from the back.

So there were no casualties, just a few soldiers who were unlucky and were hit in the legs or hands by stray arrows. With Sam's treatment, they recovered quickly.

Therefore, it is good news that Gaoya Castle suffered no damage in tonight's raid.

(End of this chapter)