Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 345 Harvest
The war was basically over, and groups of prisoners, under the supervision of the barbarians, squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

The men and horses were leading their war horses, and they couldn't hide the smiles on their faces. As a nomadic people, although they didn't know how to farm, they were definitely good at raising cattle, sheep and horses. With so many strong war horses in Gaoya Castle, they would definitely be able to breed a bunch of ponies next year.

Leiden led a small team straight to the huge slave ship and took care of all the remaining sailors on it.

Sikai didn't expect that in just a short while, the Gaoyabao brigade had completely defeated the enemy, so much so that the lord didn't even notice when he was behind them.

Fortunately, the situation is not too ugly, and it is only a matter of time to defeat the opponent.

The soldiers of the Gaoyabao Brigade, who had nothing to do, formed a big circle with their arms folded, watching the enemy leader's final struggle.

Kemish is not a fool. After all, it is impossible for a fool to own a slave ship and five thousand elite soldiers.

That's why he only now realized that the young man who had suddenly arrived was the real lord of Highcliff Castle.

People can always burst out with strength when they are on the verge of despair. He swung his sword to block the long sword that was about to cut him. With the connection of minds, the Thorfinn Wolf immediately realized what his master wanted to do. He jumped over his master's position, rushed towards the young man who looked like the lord, opened his bloody mouth and bit at the other party.

This scene immediately aroused the enthusiasm of the barbarians around, and they whistled wildly with excitement.

Seeing this scene, Kemish, who was following closely, felt terribly sad, and always felt that he seemed to have done something completely stupid.

Snapped!
There was a loud bang, and Kemish was stunned as he watched the black shadow flying behind him at an even faster speed.

"Damn, do I look like a punk?" Levi sneered and suddenly kicked a 42-yard kick, completely ending the opponent's idea of ​​breaking out from here.

This kick left a large indented footprint on the expensive breastplate, and also caused Kemish to fly backwards in the same way. He fell several times on the ground and finally spat out a mouthful of blood.

He felt as if he had been hit by a boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds. His whole body was about to fall apart. The opponent was simply too strong!

Zamanzi was eager to see the world in chaos, so he rushed to the side of Kemish and started counting down like a classic gladiatorial referee - he lay on the grass and patted the ground with his palms: "Come on, you haven't lost yet! You can leave if you beat our boss! Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

"me……"

"What, you want to continue fighting?" Zha Manzi looked excited.

"I give up! I give up!" When Kemish heard this, he almost blacked out and shouted in horror.

Just now he felt as if he had seen his great-grandmother who had passed away many years ago. How could he withstand another blow?

"Hush!" The barbarians who were watching were originally full of expectations, but now they could not help but raise two middle fingers with disdain on their faces, jumped over with the rope, and quickly tied up the opponent like a dumpling.

After all, they get excited whenever someone wants to challenge their boss, and if someone dares to resist, it will be even more interesting. But they didn't expect that they couldn't even last one round.

Thinking back to when they were in the arena... well, the good barbarians don't talk about their past glory.

The battle has now completely ended, and an iron-hulled slave ship and five small ocean-going patrol ships have also been completely controlled by the Gaoyabao Brigade.

The lord threw his cloak and walked towards the deck of the iron-hulled ship with the gait of a dragon or a tiger.

Only when they walked up to it in person did they realize how big the ship was. These country bumpkins who had lived in the wilderness all their lives had never seen a ship of this level, let alone a fishing boat. They touched it here and there, just like old farmers coming to the city for the first time.

"Take off this guy's armor for me, my lord." The lord sat on an oak barrel filled with pure water with a sword in his hand, and the whistling sea breeze made his cloak rustle.

He was not blind. He saw at a glance that the plate armor worn by the Persian Gulf noble was inlaid with gems, which was extremely flashy.

A barbarian kicked Kemish on the calf, forced him to his knees, and roughly stripped off his armor.

Kemish did not resist, nor did he dare to resist. The loser should be deprived of everything. This was the rule of the world. However, kneeling on the ground made him feel extremely humiliated. It was always others who knelt to him.

"Boss, this armor was kicked to pieces by you a long time ago. It is not worth much money. We can only take off the gems and send it back to the furnace for remaking." After the barbarians gathered around and took a look, they all gave the most pertinent comments.

"You know shit. If it was only worth three hundred gold grams before, it is worth at least three thousand gold grams now." The lord held the armor in his hands with a look of joy on his face.

"Rare goods are valuable, don't you understand?" The Lord continued, "If this armor was just an ordinary piece of armor inlaid with gems before, it is no longer ordinary now. There is no other piece like it in the world."

Levi knows too well the temperament of those collectors. As his fame grows, this armor that records this history will be of great significance and worth a lot of money.

A group of barbarians turned their heads away and sneered in the dark: "So your big foot is worth thousands of gold grams, right? If we pee on it, it will also be worth hundreds of gold grams, right?"

Of course, they dare not say this out loud, otherwise they will get beaten.

"Of course, if you kick it like this, it's worthless. Only I can have this effect. This is called the celebrity effect."

The barbarians were shocked. Could it be that their leader could read their minds and knew what they were thinking?

Only Levi knew what kind of people these guys were, and they were definitely slandering him in their hearts.

"Lord Levi, you are a genius!"

Miriel was lying on the railing with an excited look on her face, enjoying the sea breeze and looking at the endless sea. But after hearing Levi's speech, she was suddenly shocked.

As a profit-driven businessperson, she knew all too well that these words were absolutely true.

Moreover, as time goes by, this plate armor will only become more and more expensive. After all, the Lord of Highcliff Castle has many admirers in Derby, including some young nobles.

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business," the lord asked directly, glancing at Kemish.

"Name?"

"Kemish Blue Diamond."

"Where are you from, and what is your identity?"

"The Khatib of the Persian Gulf Empire, that is, the Earl of your Debe." The other party was unexpectedly honest. It seemed that the lord's kick had the special ability to make people speak honestly.

"Why invade my territory?"

Kemish was silent. He swore that he would kill the merchant who sold the map when he returned. The latest map two months ago clearly marked the wilderness as an unowned land, with only a group of pioneer barons from Debe working hard to develop it.

"For slaves, for money, it can't be that I'm crazy..." Kemish shut up before he finished speaking, and one of his cheeks was visibly swollen.

"Behave yourself!" Zha Manzi shook his palms, feeling as if he was stung by a bee.

"My nobleman of Debe, I admit that I lost this war." Kemish looked up at the young nobleman and said, "As the price of failure, these ships and these captured wild people will all belong to you. There is no benefit in killing me, so why not let me go? My slave warriors are all very elite and I will give them all to you. If I return home safely, I can also pay you a large ransom."

Kemish knew very well that as long as he was still alive, as a direct descendant of a great noble, it was only a matter of time before he would make a comeback, so for the moment, he could give up everything in order to stay alive.

"These wild people who suffered an unexpected disaster originally belonged to my subjects, and the slave warriors were prisoners captured by me personally. These ships were also placed here by me in advance. In other words, it has nothing to do with you." The lord sneered and looked at the other party calmly, as if fame and fortune were nothing but clouds.

In fact, he was so excited as if he had won a lottery of 30 million. No, so many slaves, so many prisoners, an iron-hulled ship and five patrol warships... Damn it, this is much more than 30 million. Levi wanted to laugh but couldn't, and it was really painful to hold it back.

Kemish had never seen such shamelessness in his life. He wanted to curse out of habit, but before he could speak, he saw an orc raising his palm-leaf fan hand, and he held it back.

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, the other side of his face quickly swelled up. Kemish was stunned, then became furious: "Damn fat green spirit, why did you hit me?!"

"Who would have thought that you could take back your words, but I can't take back my hand." Zha Manzi pinched his nose and squinted at him.

"What do you want?" Kemish Blue Diamond asked with gritted teeth, "I have given you everything I can give. Do you know how precious this ship is? You pigs, what else do you want? Killing me will trigger a war between the two countries. Debe can't afford such consequences!"

"Look at my foul mouth!" Kemish immediately slapped himself in the face. "I'm sorry, everyone and the noble Lord of Derby, my mind is a mess right now, I'm wrong! Please don't take it to heart!"

Zha Manzi raised his hand but couldn't pull it down, so he glared at him fiercely.

"Sikai, is the Persian Gulf country very strong?" Levi turned his head and asked Sikai beside him.

It’s not that he is afraid of this country, but if a prisoner can be so confident, can he defeat Debe, resist the Sis country in the east, and conquer Taylor in the south?

If that's the case, it's a little tricky.

"Ahem, sir, let me tell you this. The Persian Gulf Empire is located on a continent overseas. Most of the people there are barbarians holding wooden spears, and the domestic rebels are mostly composed of unarmed farmers." Sikai said, "Otherwise, our Majesty would not have killed all the black slaves that were transported here. It wouldn't be a big deal."

"But their sailing ships are indeed well built."

"Damn it, I thought they were so strong, but it turns out they are just a bunch of little punks who are running rampant in their own little piece of land and think they are invincible." The lord was speechless.

He said that this kind of slave state may be able to build a military force far beyond that of an ordinary country, but it is often a castle in the air and will collapse at the slightest touch.

In general, if they keep winning and fight easy battles, it's fine, but once they are forced to fight tough battles, they will be forced to become widows.

When Kemish heard these words, his face and neck couldn't stop turning red.

But this battle did make him realize something that was different from the consensus of the general public in the country.

"Sir, what should we do with these captured wild people?"

Leighton came over at this time.

Levi waved his hand, and the two barbarians forked Kemish away.

He stood up and walked to the cabin of the iron-hulled ship. He pushed open the door and saw a pair of frightened eyes in the darkness. Holy light immediately emanated from his body, illuminating the cabin as bright as day. He smiled what he thought was an impeccable smile, like a great monk with compassion for the world: "What a group of pitiful innocent people, who were captured by evil slave traders and prepared to be sold all over the world."

"But you don't have to worry about it. In the name of the Lord of Highcliff Castle, the Lord of the Wilderness, and the protector of all humanoid races, I declare that you have been saved!"

"Considering that your homeland has been destroyed by these cruel executioners, Highcliff Castle will provide you with shelter and food. The only thing you need to pay is loyalty. Yes, loyalty!"

"Great! It's the Lord of Highcliff Castle. We are saved!"

"Sir, you are like the sun in the sky, always shining on us with kindness!"

"We will remain loyal to you until the sea dries up and the rocks rot!"

……

These country folk have never experienced the rescue and concern of great men from afar, not to mention the ups and downs they have experienced. Now that they have been rescued, they are so moved that they burst into tears. They have personally experienced the benefits of having someone behind them and they wish they could give themselves to him.

There were about 4,000 slaves, all of whom were carefully selected by Kemish. There was not a single old man, all of them were young and strong.

Therefore, the lord was completely happy to let them join High Cliff Castle. The young and beautiful ones became maids, and the strong ones went to farm or herd. Anyway, High Cliff Castle was booming and had money, but it lacked labor.

"By the way, what should we do with these black slave warriors?" Levi looked at the black slave warriors who were hiding on the shore with their heads in their hands, their bodies stripped to their underpants, and shivering in the cold wind.

"I may not be able to help you with this. His Majesty has issued a ban, forbidding black people to enter the country, let alone trade." Miriel spread his hands. If it were other slave warriors, there would be no worries about sales, but for black slaves, forget it.

"Damn it, the wilderness is not suitable for growing cotton." Levi said something that others did not understand.

He scratched his head. It was definitely impossible for him to accept them as his subjects or warriors. After all, he hated racists and Xiao Hei the most in his life. If he killed these captives directly, he would inevitably be branded as cruel, but if he let them go, he would also suffer a huge loss.

"Damn it, why don't we all just send out our manuscripts and go mining for fun."

Fortunately, these guys were castrated, so that the shepherds in Gaoyabao would not have to use the knife, and no serious incidents involving lizards would occur.

(End of this chapter)