Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 351 Wonderful Thoughts

Hundreds of golden-armored griffin knights hovered over the Bear Claw Tribe, with deep and cold gazes in their helmets, as if they only needed one order to slaughter all the thousands of people in the tribe. This silent power alone made the tribal chiefs sweat profusely.

"The adults are here!" Sam, who was waiting leisurely, stood with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance calmly.

A dozen chiefs stood upright involuntarily, their faces somewhat stiff. From the elite griffin knights who arrived first, they could tell that the Lord of High Cliff Castle might be stronger than they thought.

The old people of the Bear Claw tribe stood in panic behind their old chief. The snotty-nosed children hid in their mothers' arms and secretly watched these warriors who seemed like gods.

The dark clouds became more urgent, the ground was shaking more and more severely, and the white wind blew everyone's hair into a mess.

Thick trees fell to the ground one by one, white snow splashed all over the sky, and snowbirds screamed and flew away into the distance.

At the end of everyone's sight, in the flying snowflakes, an army gradually came into everyone's sight.

A larger flag was hung on a giant stick that was as thick as an arm and seven or eight blades long. A golden puppet that was twelve blades tall and as burly as a giant was carrying the flag easily and walking in the front.

Every time it moved forward, it would knock down the trees that blocked its way. These trees, which were more than ten blades tall, were even more fragile than the wheat in the fields.

Behind it were three neat columns, running in unison in small steps. The steel axes in their hands were particularly dazzling under the reflection.

A burly Centaur warrior was cruising back and forth, holding a large trumpet-shaped instrument in his hand, blowing loud and rhythmic horns and directing the neat formation.

These burly warriors were all wearing armor of unimaginable quality, and the weapons in their hands were sharp enough to easily lift off skulls. Their steps were so consistent that they seemed to be marching by the same person, which was even more shocking.

The most shocking thing is the towering golden statue. This golden man is covered in shiny mountain bronze and has an unparalleled simplicity.

Every step it takes makes the earth tremble, and its footprint is like a ripple on the water. Its other arm is wrapped with an iron chain as thick as its arm, pulling on a giant iron anchor sliding on the ground.

Its body is like a mountain or a ridge. Just standing there makes people feel despair.

On the shoulder of the golden giant stood a tall and handsome man, wearing a golden plate armor inlaid with gold and silver. On his shoulder sat a little girl, shaking her two white jade-like feet. He looked at them from afar with a calm gaze.

"Goddess of Nature, is this the arrival of the gods?" The chiefs looked at it all in confusion, their bodies trembling nervously.

The old people of the Bear Claw Tribe have all stood still like statues, and the babies in their arms who were crying because of hunger have also shut their mouths.

They would not hesitate to believe this kind of god-like warrior even if he just came down from the kingdom of God. He should not exist in reality because it is unfair to everyone.

"Country bumpkin, these are the Zhaidaijin people from the Holy Sith Kingdom." Looking at these chiefs who looked like they had never seen the world, Sam's vanity was satisfied to an unprecedented level.

"I am the Duke of Derby, Levi Targaryen, and the Lord of this wilderness. All the people of the wilderness are my subjects and deserve my protection. I came here because I don't want to see you continue to sink in the sea of ​​suffering. My subordinates should have told you." Levi on the shoulder of the Zhaidai Jinren spoke like thunder, "Then answer me now, what decision will you make?"

In the wind, his golden cloak fluttered domineeringly against the wind.

This was a method he and Sam had discussed long ago. All the chiefs would be gathered together, and he would lead the warriors of the Burning Legion to show their power. After all, people fear power but not virtue.

The entire tribe of thousands of people was completely silent, so quiet that it seemed as if they had all been transformed into undead by the lich.

"Respected Lord of High Cliff Castle, Duke of Debe, poor child of the goddess of nature, we humble people from the Cass Mountains have long been ready to serve you." One of the chiefs with gray hair and obviously higher status stood up, but he changed the subject and said, "But..."

The expressions on the faces of the orc warriors were already cold. Zamanzi gripped the axe in his hand, ready to roar like an avalanche.

The Centaur warriors held the arrow feathers in their hands, and the Griffin Knights stared grimly at the chieftain who was about to speak wildly.

Forcibly accepting this group of old citizens was part of the plan.

Gaoya Castle has always developed in an interweaving of iron and blood.

The killing intent surged like a tide, and the old chief of the Bear Claw tribe was frozen in the face. However, for the future of his children, he still had to risk being chopped into minced meat. He tried his best to stop his shaking body and said:

"But we are like camels in the desert about to be crushed to death by straw. The anger of the Snow Goddess has caused heavy snow in the Kas Mountains for a whole year. The potatoes in the fields have been frozen to death, and the wild animals have disappeared. We have been hungry for too long, and mothers can no longer squeeze out a drop of milk. The poor babies who haven't grown their milk teeth yet have to try to eat hard straw cakes."

"My merciful master, we are willing to give our lives to you, just for a piece of bran to fill our hungry stomachs."

At this point, the old chief actually burst into tears, causing the old people of the Bear Claw tribe to burst into tears.

Most of the chiefs of other tribes also had red eyes, and the rest had complicated expressions and sighed continuously.

It was because the old chieftain honestly described their current situation. If the Lord of High Cliff Castle had not come, it is hard to imagine how many lives would have been buried by this heavy snow.

All members of the Gaoyabao Brigade laid down their weapons and looked downcast. These old people reminded them of their former selves, when there was a time when they also had to worry about filling their stomachs and keeping warm.

I don’t even think about what I’m going to do tomorrow, because I’m not sure if I can survive the day.

But now, they no longer need to worry about these things. The little cubs of the tribe in Gaoya Castle are all well-fed, wearing felt hats, thick woolen sweaters, and even have the energy to learn human knowledge and martial arts.

Everything is moving towards a better day that they never dared to imagine.

And all this was brought by that godlike tall Tibetan man.

Everyone looked up, their eyes focused on one person.

Xiao Buji turned his head and looked at Levi, his two green eyes seemed to be glowing. There is always some people in the world who are destined to be extraordinary from birth. Even if they stand there and do nothing, they will naturally attract everyone to revolve around him.

This kind of person has many titles, but in the end they all come down to one - hero.

And this kind of hero is her little Buji’s father!

She proudly stood barefoot on her father's shoulders, with her hands on her hips. The breeze blew all her hair back, and her delicate face, like a doll, was flushed with highland red.

"I understand what you want. I will not only provide you with food, but also warm shelter and clothes. You no longer need to worry about safety and food." Just when everyone below was feeling uneasy, Levi spoke. His heavy and loud voice was loud enough to reach anyone's ears.

"Homeless seagulls floating in the sea breeze, High Cliff Castle will be your resting place from now on~"

The words echoed over the Bear Claw Tribe, just like the golden light that descended from the sky to provide warmth to their frozen bodies. Their entire bodies and minds felt terribly warm, and the old people of the Bear Claw Tribe shed tears silently.

With the full-level persuasion skill and the blessing of holy light, the effect was so good that the lord did not expect it.

Notifications of everyone joining the team popped up on the system panel.

……

The white-hair wind was still sweeping, but once it reached the area of ​​the Bear Claw Tribe, the accumulated snow would be evaporated in an instant, and the cold wind would turn into hot winds that blew on the faces of the old people's children who were sniffling.

Now that they are wearing thin clothes, they no longer feel any cold. It seems that the weather has suddenly changed from winter to the long-lost summer.

They looked curiously at the giant flaming sword floating in the center of the tribe. They heard that this was the weapon of that adult. It was really huge. Even if all their fathers came together, they probably wouldn't be able to lift it.

The red dragon soul wandered around Degen's Howl, cursing madly in its heart the guy who used it as a stove.

As a legendary weapon, instead of receiving the treatment it deserves, it has to do such a degrading thing as providing warmth to a group of humans.

"Lord Degen!" A runny-nosed child from the old folks heard the name from somewhere and asked timidly, "Were you a red dragon in your lifetime?"

"Of course." Di Gen, who was sitting on the hilt of his sword with his legs crossed, glanced at the kid and replied casually.

"I heard from my father that dragons love to eat humans the most. Will you eat us as food?" The old folk child sniffed his nose with a clear look in his eyes.

"Yes! Dragons love to eat children's flesh, which is tender and crispy!" Digen floated over the heads of the group of children and said viciously.

Although it has never eaten a human, it does not stop it from scaring these human kids.

"We don't believe it! Because Lord Levi will definitely beat the shit out of you first~" a group of kids said in unison as if they had rehearsed it, then immediately ran away with giggles.

"Ah! Don't let me know that it was that jerk who did it!" Degen was stunned at first, then his nose became crooked with anger, and he vented all his anger on a piece of pine wood, which instantly turned into a wisp of black smoke under the burning of the dragon's breath.

As a red dragon that has lived for so many years, it knew at a glance that someone had bewitched these human imps to mock it.

Zha Manzi hid behind a house with his butt sticking up, and he was almost laughing to death, and almost laughed out loud.

Mir, who was distributing maltose to the old folks who came to claim their rewards, said helplessly, "Brother Zat, are we going too far?"

"Hmph. It's the red lizard's fault for saying one thing in public and doing another. It went on strike as soon as the boss left." Two snorts came out of Zate's broad nose.

"That's right, it's good to learn a lesson." Mir nodded in agreement, and then said, "The supplies shipped from the iron ore camp will arrive soon, let's go and get people to move them together."

The two accomplices slipped back to the front from the corner, and when they passed by the red dragon soul that was watching everyone viciously beside the flaming sword, they strode away.

These old people were already emaciated from hunger, and asking them to embark on a long journey immediately was tantamount to asking them to die immediately.

Therefore, Levi decided to transfer some food and clothing from the iron mine camp to the Bear Claw Tribe first, so that these old people could have enough food and clothing.

Then he ordered the griffin knights to return to Highcliff Castle to pass on the message and send people to transport a large amount of supplies.

It would not be possible to bring all the old people out of the Cass Mountains overnight, and they can only be brought out in batches.

During this period, in order to prevent these old people from starving to death in the mountains, he also needs to provide them with food to survive.

Fortunately, there are now griffin riders in Highcliff Castle, so it has become much easier to transport food to other Old People tribes.

Batches of supplies set out from High Cliff Castle, with trolls acting as the laborers pulling the carts. In this kind of weather, only these guys could drag the carriages stuck in the snow forward.

After these supplies arrived at the iron mine camp, they were delivered in batches by the Griffin Knights to the various tribes that agreed to join High Cliff Castle. Although they were not enough to feed them completely, they were enough to get them through this period of time.

The lord was not idle either. He had a brilliant idea and ordered the Fed craftsmen to build a giant hollow ship that was seven or eight blades wide and twenty blades long.

The bottom was paved with iron plates, and the surroundings and top were airtightly built with wooden boards, with only openable windows on both sides and a large door at the stern for entry and exit. A thirty-blade iron chain as thick as an orc's arm was hung on a hook connecting the main frame of the hull.

At first, the orcs and barbarians were complaining about this, thinking that their leader had nothing better to do than to create a useless thing to prove how busy he was.

But when the Zhaidai Jin people dragged the giant empty hull ship across the endless snowfield, they seemed to understand something.

……

The old people, who had just walked out of the Cass Mountains in the wind and snow and didn't know how many days it would take to reach High Cliff Castle, saw a strange flat-bottomed boat lying across the plain as soon as they came out.

When they learned its function, they happily went inside and looked at the scenery outside through the open windows.

As the huge Zhaidaijin man grasped the iron chain in his hand and took a step forward, the heavy empty hull filled with people was dragged forward on the snow, leaving a compacted road on the snow.

……

"Sir, your wisdom always makes people admire you." Standing on the city wall, Leiden looked at the old people who came down from the ship with admiration.

These old people were already weak because they were hungry and cold. If they were to make a long journey in the heavy snow, it would be hard to say how many of them could survive and reach Gaoyabao.

But this simple mobile snowboat can carry thousands of people at a time, preventing the old people from being tortured by harsh weather and physical fatigue.

(End of this chapter)