Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 213: The Three-Headed Dog of Purgatory

Hearing this, Levi's face darkened.

Damn it, as the lord of Gaoya Castle, he doesn’t even get this kind of treatment. He’s just a small official, but he’s still able to do such things.

But there are traces of this.

When this old guy attacked the iron mine, he also got two maids to act as a front. I don't know where he learned this from.

He has been well-behaved in Gaoya Castle for so long, but I didn't expect his true nature to be exposed again today. He is a typical example of a person who is old but not old at heart.

With a loud bang, Levi kicked open the door and walked out, holding a disheveled old man in his hands who was struggling with fear on his face.

"These little bitches don't have enough strength. Give me some stronger ones so that our respected and noble Great Shaman Sam, the leader of the spellcasting team at Highcliff Castle, can enjoy them."

"Boss, I'll do it!" Zat immediately raised his hand excitedly.

After getting the approval from the lord, he ran in happily with a few orc barbarians who were ready to fight.

"Old Sa, don't blame me. This is all the boss's order."

Zat said this with a smile as he hung Sam on a crooked tree.

"Can...can you be a little gentler?" Sam said tremblingly, shrinking his head.

"Hey, there's nothing to say about our friendship."

Zat's chest patted loudly, but the more confident he was, the less confident Sam became.

Shamans are not as physically weak as human wizards. Their practice system includes strengthening the body. The most obvious examples are Orak and the unknown hero Chief Minotaur.

Although Sam is a skinny old man, his physique is two points stronger than that of a young man. He was beaten dozens of times by Zat and several barbarians, but he was still screaming vigorously.

The shrill screams even attracted other elves from the Whisperwind Tribe, who came to see what was happening here.

Unfortunately, he was blocked outside by the muscular barbarians, orcs and centaurs who surrounded him in a circle, and only a row of pectoral muscles could be seen.

Family scandals should not be made public.

Sam is a member of Highcliff Castle after all. If he makes a fool of himself, the whole Highcliff Castle will lose face. He just needs to solve the problem internally.

"Heather, come to treatment."

Levi sat on a chair with his arms and legs spread out. When he saw that the time was almost right, he snapped his fingers.

Almost every drow elf in this group knows low-level healing skills. After all, this magic is a panacea and is extremely useful whether it is used by oneself or others.

So generally spellcasters who have the energy will learn a little.

Although it is not as good as the Holy Light Redemption of the Holy Light Church, it can cure minor injuries and pains much faster than those medicines.

A green light fell from above Sam's head, and the old shaman, who had been exhausted from the torture, instantly regained some vitality.

"I know that you have never been sincere in joining Highcliff Castle, and you are very dissatisfied with me for not treating you as a noble spellcaster."

Levi looked at Sam and sneered. He was surrounded by the High Cliff Fort warriors, orcs, Fed warriors, and centaurs. It was quite like the Pope preaching.

"It's nothing more than thinking that as a shaman, knowing two kinds of magic, you can be respected wherever you go. Am I right?"

Sam said nothing, because that was exactly what he thought.

More than ninety-nine percent of the warriors in the wilderness are crude and ignorant of magic. A shaman who knows spells is as rare as gold, not to mention that he possesses two spells that are extremely useful to the army.

He was extremely proud of his identity as a spellcaster, but this identity was completely ignored in Highcliff Castle, and his status was even lower than that of the lowly kobold.

"A spellcaster is indeed noble, but it is definitely not you. If I have eight magic apprentices, then these eight apprentices will be eight team leaders, and you will continue to be the leader of your team, because I know that these eight apprentices will grow into senior magicians sooner or later."

"And you? You are so arrogant and self-centered just because you know two techniques. You don't make progress and you complain all day long, thinking that others don't recognize your talents. You don't reflect on whether you have the ability to stay in this position."

Although Levi didn't say a lot of foul language, every word he said was heart-piercing, causing Sam to hang his head with a dejected look on his face.

Levi knew very well that too much is as bad as too little, so he waved his hand, and Zat let Sam down from the tree, untied the rope and made a small stool for him to sit on.

"In the future, the spellcasting group of High Cliff Castle will inevitably gradually move towards standardization and high-end development. Standing still will only lead to being eliminated in the torrent of time." Levi pointed at Heather who was massaging his shoulders behind him and said, "Just tell me about the spells you are proud of. How can they compare to the group of drow priests who just joined the group?"

"They can siege the city and break through the formation with a mid-level energy spell, and your healing and stone skin spells can hardly keep up with the progress of High Cliff Castle. It is only a matter of time before you are eliminated."

Heather smiled slightly. She didn't expect that her status in this human's heart was not very low.

Levi is not talking nonsense. Highcliff Castle will only grow bigger, the Burning Legion will become more powerful, and the spellcasting group will become more advanced.

By then, Sam, who only knows one skill, Healing and Stoneskin, will most likely be thrown into the logistics department as a small military doctor, while the drow priests who are proficient in shapeshifting magic will show their glory on the front line.

His vision is so broad that he definitely won't be just a small lord of the wilderness.

He had no intention of spending his whole life hanging out in the wilderness with a bunch of natives, so both the legion and the spellcasting group were benchmarked against the world's top legions. A shaman like Sam wouldn't even be qualified to hold a urinal in those well-known spellcasting groups.

"but……"

"It's not too late. As long as you reform yourself and study hard, I can foresee that there will definitely be a place for you in High Cliff Castle."

Levi glanced at Sam and put the clothes on him with his own hands.

Even though he said it so seriously, for the current High Cliff Castle, every spellcaster is still precious.
The Lord's motto is always to know shame and then be brave.

As long as you have a talent for spellcasting, although your talent determines your upper limit, your lower limit is determined by your efforts.

Sam stammered, but ultimately remained speechless, looking at the distant sky with a confused look on his face.

To be honest, the reason why he had always wanted to escape from Highcliff Castle, apart from not getting the respect he had imagined, was mostly because he had encountered the dragon army and the wilderness coalition army heading south, and the lord of Highcliff Castle had always chosen to face them head-on.

At that time, he thought this was definitely an egg hitting a stone, and believed that the Lord of High Cliff Castle must have a problem with his brain. However, along the way, reality proved that he was the hopeless fool.

Sam began to doubt himself as the frog in the well, but at the same time he vaguely felt that a wider sky was before his eyes. All this made him feel both expectant and fearful, and unspeakable emotions fermented in his heart.

Levi left Sam alone here to reflect on life, clapped his hands and left.

It was not until lunch that he went to find Ashley carrying a cloth bag.

Also following them were the drow priests and several leaders of Highcliff Castle.

As the sky gradually darkened and a sparse snow began to fall, a team quietly entered the magic crystal mine.

It was Levi's request to bring his own men. In his opinion, except for Ashe, who was favored by God and born to control the elements, all the other elves could not beat the sixteen-year-old Mil in close combat.

It's really useless.

Of course, the other elves were obviously a little dissatisfied with this. After all, the fewer people who knew about this matter, the better. As a result, the lord directly brought in a bunch of people. However, they were all suppressed by Ashe alone.

There were not many people from the elves. Apart from the elf elders in front, there were only a dozen elite elf warriors wearing silver armor, each holding a bow and arrow and an elven sword on their waist.

Their eyes were filled with terrifying determination, like a death squad that was not afraid of life or death.

"Is this the three-headed dog of hell?"

Leighton was obviously surprised when he walked to the edge of the mine.

"Do you know him?" The lord came up to the hobgoblin, looking inquiringly.

Although he has been studious and inquisitive since coming to the wilderness, and has taken the initiative to read books to supplement his knowledge with the idea of ​​doing his job well, he is still not yet to the point where he knows all the rare species.

Leighton hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I have only heard a few words. It is said that the portal to hell is deep under our feet, and this kind of monster is dedicated to guarding the entrance to hell."

"There is no portal to hell, but it is a big hot potato." The lord shook his head.

It is obvious that Leiden did not know where he heard this unofficial history from, so it is not reliable.

"How are you going to get down?"

Levi found Ash and asked curiously.

This place is at least a hundred miles away from the monster below, and just getting down is a problem.

"We can just take the cable car down later." Ashe pointed to the dome of the mine. Countless thick ropes were hanging above, slowly falling down as several elven warriors worked hard to stir the gears.

Below the cables was a rectangular wooden basket large enough to hold about twenty people.

"I can't believe you guys are capable of building this kind of fortifications?"

Levi was astonished. According to estimates, the population of the Yufeng tribe was no more than 6,000 to 7,000 people. Not only could they dig such a large mine, but they could also build such sophisticated equipment.

"In fact, the things here were left by our ancestors. We just repaired them later." Ashe shook her head.

It seems that the elves have many more secrets than I thought.

Li Wei thought to himself.

"What if the opponent launches an attack just as we descend above his head?" Levi still had some concerns.

"If we don't step onto that platform, the monster will hardly attack us. Besides, we won't descend directly to the bottom. The rope is not long enough."

"There is a recessed cave not far above it, and there is a path leading down there."

Ashe explained that they had analyzed these things many times.

It is completely guaranteed that we can safely reach the platform where the monster is. As for what will happen next, it will be a fierce battle.

As it turned out, Levi's worries were completely unnecessary as he descended down the mine in a wooden basket that was almost the same as an elevator.

The monster didn't react at all and was still sleeping soundly, without any vigilance at all.

When we arrived at the location that Ashe mentioned, we were only about ten blade heights away from the monster. The seemingly small platform above was actually a huge rock protruding from the wall, as big as a basketball court.

"Queen, we are going down."

An elf warrior with a resolute face saluted Ashe, and took the initiative to lead several companions along the iron plate embedded in the stone wall and continued to spiral downward.

"Let's go too."

Levi made a gesture, and the fully armed Zat and Mir, and all the spellcasters in High Cliff Castle followed him and continued down.

It was not until everyone quietly landed on the platform and the feeling of being on solid ground made the lord breathe a sigh of relief.

woohoo...

"What should we do, boss?" Zat asked in a low voice.

Just ten steps ahead, the monster was still lying on the ground sleeping, completely unaware that a few little guys were approaching from behind.

This demon beast was roughly estimated to be as tall as two stories, with thick limbs like marble pillars, and flames flowing all over its body, clearly controlling the fire element.

Before everyone could discuss it, it finally realized something was wrong, instantly got up from the ground, stared at the uninvited guest in front of it, and roared angrily.

The fierce wind made everyone's hair fly, and it also brought with it a disgusting stench.

Three pairs of eyes stood out red against the azure blue ground, staring at everyone.

"Mad, prepare for battle."

The lord quickly took out the steel shield and smashed it in front of him, pulling Ashe behind him, making sure the shield blocked everyone behind him. He was afraid that the three ferocious dog heads in front of him would directly breathe out a breath of flames and burn this beautiful elf into black charcoal.

When he looked up, he found that Sam was no longer at the original position. When he turned around, he saw that Sam was hiding behind Zat, with an embarrassed smile on his old face.

"Protect the Queen!"

Several carefully selected elf warriors were extremely brave. They shouted and shot all the arrows in their hands.

Unfortunately, the effect was minimal as they were all knocked away by the monster's claws.

One of them even roared, drew out his elven sword and rushed out. The invincibility of his bravery was so great that even the most heroic paladin was slightly inferior to him.

pat!

The faster he rushed forward, the faster he flew back, which proved that the gap in strength could not be bridged in a fit of anger.

Roar!
The monster seemed to be roaring in triumph.

"Roar at your mother!"

The fool Zat was not afraid at all and raised his hand to throw out the javelin.

It is a sturdy man who is nearly three feet tall and weighs over a thousand pounds. The muscles on his body are as perfect as marble sculptures, without any excess muscle, and his strength is beyond doubt.

However, the javelin in his hand was deflected by the opponent's claw and hit the stone wall next to him.

"How is this possible?" Zat's face was filled with horror at seeing the undead. Even when it was wandering in the wilderness, its javelin was enough to shoot down a mammoth, not to mention that it had received countless gifts from the God of War.

His strength had long been extraordinary, but this was the first time he had achieved little success with his spear throwing.

But the lord narrowed his eyes and saw it clearly.

(End of this chapter)