Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 62: Capturing the Shaman
"Boss, this old jerk is not dead yet."

Just as the barbarians were cleaning up the battlefield, Zat came over, carrying a little old man like a chicken.

There was a bloody hole on the shaman's shoulder, and the blood had dyed most of his clothes red. As Zat walked, every time the wound was pulled, he grimaced in pain.

But I don’t know if this guy used witchcraft or something, the wound didn’t bleed.

Levi was not surprised that the shaman was not dead. He had not intended to kill him directly with this shot and deliberately avoided the vital part.

Zat threw him in front of Levi.

"What's your name? What kind of witchcraft do you know?"

Sam pursed his lips and refused to speak, trying to maintain his dignity as a distinguished spellcaster.

He is a savvy old man, and he doesn't really want to be stubborn to the end, he just puts on airs to raise his status.

In his opinion, every spellcaster should be respected. He firmly believed that with his abilities, he would be a guest of honor even at a banquet of the nobles of Debe, and today would be no exception.

But there is often a gap between ideal and reality...

"Zat, give this old guy some help." Levi was too lazy to waste time talking to a prisoner and directly handed him over to Zat, who looked the most honest and simple.

He was indeed curious about the spellcaster, but if he really showed that he valued him, it would play into the shaman's hands.

"Okay, boss."

Zat showed a simple smile on his face.

Then it placed its heavy hands on Sam's shoulders and a malicious smile appeared on its face.

"You old bastard, you want to marry our Highcliff Castle's Steward Tina, right?"

Zat had one more thing in his mind that he hadn't said. Butler Tina is the boss. How dare you, an old bastard, covet Butler Tina? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself?

Looking at the orc's weird smile, Sam's Adam's apple kept throbbing. He felt that he seemed to be too tough...

Zat pushed the shaman towards a dark corner.

In addition to hunting, the orcs in the wilderness also raise livestock, and the herders often have their own unique whip techniques. Zat, who released northern sheep in his early years, is no exception.

"Brother-in-law, your wisdom is as vast as the ocean. You easily defeated three hundred tribal warriors."

Mir looked at the dejected Evil Fang tribe warriors who were forced into the camp in amazement, his face full of admiration.

Three hundred tribal warriors were dealt with so easily without any casualties. Mir couldn't believe it.

Levi laughed, as if he was very pleased with the flattery. He was in a good mood and didn't care about Mil's address. He patted him on the shoulder.

"Follow Sir and I'll learn well. I won't say anything in the future. At least you can have 50% of my ability."

Mir just smiled. Levi could tell at a glance that this kid had no interest in these things, so he waved his hand and sent him away.

After learning that Mir had developed the telescope himself, Levi no longer insisted on letting him use his talent on the battlefield.

He walked around the camp alone for a while with his hands behind his back, thinking about some things.

The Fed warriors he met along the way all had faces full of admiration for him. It was obvious that the way he had just defeated an entire tribe without any soldiers had opened their eyes. They knew that their future boss was not a brat like Mil.

This war has a good chance of being won under his leadership.

The Dara tribe and the Eya tribe can gather three to four hundred young and strong men, and the size of the tribe is at least over a thousand people.

It is considered a powerful force in the Kas Mountains, but it suffered a series of setbacks in just one day and did not gain any advantage from the Fed tribe, which was enough to intimidate other forces a little.

According to Levi's speculation, the Feder tribe will usher in a short period of calm in the next few days. However, calm does not mean peace. It just lets the spies know that the Feder survivors are not so easy to deal with. They spend time accumulating stronger strength, and then naturally more turbulent waves will come like an overwhelming force.

In addition to protecting the iron mines and allowing Gaoyabao to start building the military industry, the deeper strategic level of this battle was to consume the strength of this group of natives.

This group of wilderness natives will have to rest and recuperate in the medium term.

Prevent them from gathering more forces to crush Gaoyabao, and leave enough time for Gaoyabao's future development.

The Cass Mountains are not far from High Cliff Castle, but anyone with a little common sense would obviously not tolerate Debe's bridgehead being placed in this location, which would greatly compress their living space.

Others thought he was only focusing on the first layer of iron ore, but in fact Levi saw further.

Therefore, this battle is not only for iron ore, but also a battle for survival. Taking a step back means reaching Gaoya Fort without any fortifications. Even if the enemy is powerful, there is no room for retreat.

What's more, with the system in hand, once the war timeline is extended, they will not be afraid of any enemy.

Levi explored the Fede camp, where there was a pool of water belonging to a spring, and the Fede tribe’s food reserves were extremely abundant, enough to sustain them for a year.

In other words, they were not afraid of combat plans such as siege.

As he walked, Levi suddenly heard a few screams in the distance, followed by the sound of a whip piercing flesh like a violent storm.

When I walked over, I saw that the shaman was tied to a wooden stake, and the burly Zat was swinging a cowhide whip left and right.

After finishing, the guy unzipped his pants and urinated on the ground. Then he pressed the wooden stake and kept moving the old shaman's head closer to the ground, as if he wanted to feed him some freshly made hot tea from the orcs.

The shaman was so frightened that his face was horrified and he felt it was more painful than being whipped.

Especially the strong stench that made him almost nauseous.

Levi was silent, and prepared to leave with his hands behind his back. He didn't expect that Zat would be so perverted.

When it comes to interrogating prisoners, he is still a little inferior.

"My Lord, I confess! I confess everything!!!"

As a result, just after taking a few steps, a mournful cry came from behind.

The shaman no longer had the arrogant look he had before. Tears and snot were almost flowing out of his eyes. He was obviously frightened.

Zat also saw his own leader and touched his round head in a naive manner.

Coming closer, Levi put his hands behind his back and was about to ask when a pungent smell rushed into his mind.

"Zat, it seems like you've been a little irritated lately!!"

The lord said this expressionlessly, then left the scene steadily and quickly with his hands behind his back.

"Bring this old guy here."

Zat touched the back of his head with a look of surprise, thinking that his boss was simply amazing, as he even knew that it was getting angry.

Could it be that our boss is not only a monster in martial arts, but also proficient in medicine?
Unable to figure it out, it untied the rope and followed with Sam in its arms.

"Name?" Levi sat in the recliner with a frown, looking down at the shaman who was lying limp on the ground.

"Sam."

"What kind of witchcraft do you know?"

"meeting……"

(End of this chapter)