Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 205: Deeply cultivate vertical fields and launch differentiated combination punches
The centaur leader, who was extremely angry at the beginning, became as calm as a calm river.

Levi knew that the deal was done, so he threw the melon seed shells in his hand into the fire and laughed twice as the flames suddenly rose.

"It works. I didn't expect this goblin to be so capable."

To be honest, this centaur leader is indeed a tough nut to crack.

When Levi captured it alive, he threatened it in the same way, but it didn't care at all and just sneered and ignored him.

The exact opposite of that pig-headed man Tikli.

The lord even considered that after this matter was over, if the other party still did not know what to do, he would just chop him up and feed him to the giant monster.

He really wanted to recruit this big guy into his army. Apart from anything else, just its physique would be very cool to use during military exercises, but it was not necessary to have it.

As for torture? This method cannot subdue a strong person, and it only works on a spineless person like Sam.

"It seems that you have reached an agreement." The Lord walked over with his hands behind his back and patted Gus's strong legs, which were as thick as his waist. He was full of the demeanor of a mafia boss: "Little Gu, my lord will definitely not let you go. You must choose one between the key and the butcher knife. So what is your choice?"

The lord clapped his hands, and two citizens came over, each carrying a huge machete and a key to unlock the chain on Gus's hand.

Looking down at the human who was only as tall as his own hoof, Gus was silent for a long time before he asked in a thunderous voice: "Why would you go to so much trouble to recruit a savage wilderness native? Or a defeated prisoner?"

Everyone's ears pricked up at this question, especially Skye and Fujiro, who wanted to know why the lord went to so much trouble to recruit a barbarian.

It is undeniable that the Centaurs are indeed a famously powerful race, but their admiration for the strong and violent character means that it is difficult for them to submit to those weaker than themselves.

Just like the Panta warriors, those who possess outstanding personal martial arts skills and are also gentle and peace-loving are ultimately a minority.

The lord stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, his tone calm and composed.

"I reviewed historical cases, aligned the granularity, and planned to delve deeper into vertical fields and launch a differentiated combination..."

Everyone looked at the lord's back. His body was suddenly covered by a layer of brilliant golden light, which was so dazzling in the night. He looked majestic and tall.

Fujiro narrowed his eyes. This seemed to be the "Glorious Holy Book"?
Even the knowledgeable Master Fu Jin was impressed; these words sounded extremely profound.

He didn't expect that this Lord of High Cliff Castle, who had always been so rough, could say such stern words.

"To put it simply, I'm planning to train a heavy cavalry unit." The lord turned his head and grinned, revealing two neat rows of white teeth.

"..."

"Cough cough." Fujiro kept coughing as if he had asthma.

"Well, what is your decision?" The lord had a smug look on his face, as if he was sure of his success.

"I have a condition. If you don't agree, I would rather die in this wilderness and rot into mud." Gus's simple mind couldn't understand why the short human in front of him had such unparalleled power in his body.

"There's a lot of shit to say, tell me!"

"Although I am a prisoner of war, I refuse to join High...High Cliff Castle as a slave. I must at least be..." Gus wanted to say a warrior, but changed his words when he got to his lips: "member"

Levi nodded decisively, drew his holy sword, and swung it with lightning speed.

Swish swish!
There was a flash of cold light in the air, and by the time everyone reacted, the handcuffs on the Centaur leader's hands had snapped into two pieces and fell heavily to the ground.

Gus's temples throbbed and his mouth suddenly felt dry.

The chain used to bind it was definitely made of high-quality materials, but it broke into two pieces as easily as cutting fruit. The key was that the movement was too fast and it couldn't see clearly at all.

It seems that this human didn't try his best last time...

"Then my lord, from now on, Sun-Chasing Rainier will fight for your will and be your eternal follower until I run wild on the grassland and rot!"

Gus clenched his thick fists over his chest, lowered his proud head, and spoke in a formal and serious tone.

It knew that swearing an oath was an act that humans liked to use to prove their loyalty, so it naturally borrowed it to follow local customs.

"Very good!" The lord gave applause without hesitation.

This centaur leader was smarter than he thought, and was obviously very clear about his position and situation. Levi discovered that the system had actually received its joining the team notification.

You have to know that you can't get the system's recognition just by shouting slogans, but you need a certain level of loyalty. The negative example is old Sam.

He has a quick mind and lots of clever ideas, and he thinks he is very smart. He shouts the slogan "Die for my lord and lord" at a loud voice, but every time the news of his application to join the team appears, it disappears without a trace in less than three seconds.

He is unaware that he has missed out on the greatest benefit of Gaoya Castle, and he is probably still feeling smug.

"My Lord, can I also join Highcliff Castle?"

Leighton looked respectful.

In this world, strength is everything. Although its wisdom surpasses that of its people, it is just like a businessman who has a lot of money but no power to keep it.

The best solution is to find a force that can accept it and allow it to realize its ambitions.

Whether it was just one duck or a flock of ducks, Levi didn't say anything and just nodded twice.

"My Lord, I also want to join Highcliff Castle!"

Just as the goblin Leiden finished taking the oath, an urgent voice came from a distance.

A pig-headed man two sizes smaller than Panda ran over from a distance. He was wearing a gray apron and holding a butcher knife in his hand.

This pig-headed man was none other than Tikli.

After this guy surrendered, he was sent by the lord to work with the cook.

Later, seeing that it was quite strong, Mil assigned it to the logistics department to be responsible for chopping meat and cooking.

After all, they are a group of skinny goat people and it is difficult for them to chop a bone.

"Haven't you already joined Highcliff Castle?" Levi raised his eyebrows.

This place is like a garbage dump, right? Why are there so many people coming here?
Tikli was tempted to say that it also wanted to join as a member and warrior like Gus, rather than a slave auxiliary.

But looking at the lord's obviously cold face, he didn't dare to say it out loud.

"I have other arrangements for you. Don't worry, Gaoya Castle will not turn a blind eye to any talented person. Go and cook." The lord patiently comforted him.

As for the arrangements, I guess only the Lord knows the details.

In the end, Tikli had no choice but to leave, and so did Leighton. Gus's joining did not cause much of a stir in the Thorn Legion. After all, the centaur leader had only had a brief encounter with the cavalry squad led by Sikai, and in fact, most soldiers had never seen the centaur leader.

However, the elves who were rescued in the Shadow Forest were extremely dissatisfied with the result and became even colder towards the Lord.

Levi didn't care. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that one of the elves looked very much like a woman, giving him a vague impression of her, he would have forgotten these elves long ago.

At this season, the weather in the wilderness is getting colder and colder day by day, and the snow and wind that had just stopped started howling again.

Fu Jin, a senior priest of the Ice and Snow Church, said that this year's winter would definitely be longer and colder than in previous years, because today's first snow came too early and was a little too strange. This statement was agreed by Fujiro.

But whether it's cold or not depends on who is it. The lord was only wearing leather armor but still had a ruddy complexion, and the ice and snow priest Fu Jin next to him had to put on a thick cloak. After all, practicing ice and snow magic only made it easier for him to adapt to the cold, rather than ignoring it directly.

As for Levi, not to mention that with his current physique he is basically immune to cold and heat, not to mention that he discovered that practicing the "Glorious Holy Words" not only improves elemental resistance, but also has an effect on adapting to the cold and hot environment. So now everyone is wrapped in thick cloaks to resist the wind and snow, only the lord is wearing thin clothes, looking like a master.

This made the others secretly gasp, and they spent most of the time along the way cursing that this year's winter was too cold and unbearable.

The Lion Hunter seemed to be living in summer.

On a snowy night, all the soldiers of the Thorn Legion slept in their armor beside the braziers in their tents, trying to recharge their batteries in a short period of time.

It just so happened that several of the most senior officials were yawning in a tent as they discussed the specific arrangements.

"It's about thirty miles from here to the Wilderness Alliance camp. If we follow the time we agreed with the goblin, we will be able to set off in a while."

Fujiro rested his hands on the simple wooden table and talked about the schedule.

An ounce is a unit of time in this world, derived from the time it takes for an ounce of sand to flow through an hourglass.

Converted to the previous life, one ounce is about two minutes.

Levi still knows some basic common sense.

Originally, it would be best to launch the attack late at night, but considering that they had just fought tonight, the soldiers were very tired, and the enemy would obviously be wary of them taking advantage of the victory to pursue them.

So everyone postponed the time to about six o'clock in the morning. This time was definitely the most sleepy time for the wilderness people who had been vigilant all night, and the sky was already dawning.

There is no need to worry about whether the soldiers are adapted to launch a charge at night.

"Sir, please take a break for this raid and let me take over. I have been rescued many times during this period, which really makes me ashamed."

Fujiro said seriously.

He was not afraid that Lord Li would steal his military achievements. The two were not in the same system. As long as the war was won, he would get the credit.

The main reason is that this war clearly belongs to the Legion of Thorns, but every battle was won successfully thanks to this lord. No matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't just watch this war being decided by this lord.

"Whatever you want." Levi waved his hand indifferently.

Since Fujiro wanted to end the war himself, he was happy to have some free time.

Anyway, the contributions he made were enough to earn him a generous reward from Florina.

As for reputation, even if he did nothing, Florina would promote him as the "Lion Hunting Knight" in order to go south.

"Thank you all, this meeting is now over."

Fujiro stood up and announced the end, and everyone stood up and prepared to leave.

"Um... ah?"

Levi kicked Panda, who was sleeping like a dead pig. The panda man quickly stood up, overturned the special chair under his butt, wiped his mouth, and looked confused.

As soon as this guy came in and heard Fujiro's long speech, he fell into a deep sleep, and his saliva wet the black and white hair on his face.

"How about it, did you understand?"

The two walked out of the tent hand in hand, and Levi asked with a smile.

"Ahem, I accidentally fell asleep just now, and it was all over when I woke up." Panda touched his head, looking embarrassed.

It has never been interested in those things. As long as it hears them, it will feel sleepy and sleep soundly.

"It's just that, actually. You can go with Sikai later, and he will tell you the other details."

"Sir, what about you?" Panda heard something else and asked.

"As for me, of course I'll take a break and watch the game." Levi held his head with both hands, looking very comfortable.

"Okay." Panda felt a little regretful.

To be honest, following this lord in the charge is indeed an ultimate enjoyment, which makes people flock to it.

Panda was a little disappointed that he couldn't fight with him.

When the soldiers were woken up by each other, they couldn't help yawning, with a little sleepiness on their faces.

But after opening the tent and walking out, I immediately shivered, and all my sleepiness was blown away by the cold north wind.

The Thorn Legion, ready to go, began to march towards their destination in the daylight when it was barely visible.

They were very quiet, like warriors from ancient times, returning victoriously in the wind and snow.

The camp of the wild people had been scouted long ago, and the journey was smooth at the beginning, without encountering any scouts from the enemy.

Until the last ten miles of the journey, everyone could no longer advance forward in a swagger. At this distance, the team was too large and there was no way to conceal their movements.

Fujiro personally selected 1,500 soldiers including the Panta warriors, and six ice and snow priests led by Fukin cast a spell to cover their tracks and continue to move forward.

The remaining soldiers of the Thorn Legion will stay here and provide timely support when they receive the signal.

The spells cast by the six spellcasters were just enough to accommodate a little over 1,500 people, among whom Fujiro and Levi could even ride horses and slowly advance with the troops.

As time passed, small snow-capped tents standing in the snow and covering the mountains came into view. They were the animal skin tents of the wild people.

There were flickering torches in the camp, providing a thin layer of light.

The group kept advancing in the dark and hid in an extremely secret basin.

A mile ahead is the camp of the wilderness people.

(End of this chapter)