Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 63 Magic Scroll
Having realized that the lord had no respect for the spellcaster, Sam obediently began to tell the truth in order to avoid being whipped.

"My lord, I know healing and stoneskin."

"So weak?"

The Lord was a little bit unbelievable. Where were the Baili Ice Sealing Technique and Fire Explosion that were promised? There was not even a single one.

"Sir, the fact that I can master two spells is already considered a natural talent. Moreover, the Stoneskin spell can make a person's skin as hard as stone. It is definitely a very useful spell on the battlefield."

Sam was a little indignant when he saw that Levi actually questioned his expertise.

"Can you block my shot?" Levi said disdainfully.

"That's right, this guy is really good at flattering himself." Zat also muttered quietly to the side.

Sam was silent. If Shamans were not fragile spellcasters like humans, the physical strength of each Shaman would not be much weaker than his own spells.

In addition, he gave himself some treatment, so he would have gone to see his grandmother who had died many years ago.

It turned out that the terrifying shot was actually fired by the man in front of him, not a crossbow...

That shot was useless, not to mention Stone Skin Technique, even Iron Skin Technique wouldn't work...

But Sam only dared to slander in his heart.

Snapped!
"Tell me the truth, you were the ones who attacked the Dara tribe last night, right?"

Li Wei slammed a makeshift gavel on the wooden table in front of him with a "bang", which gave off an atmosphere of an ancient master interrogating someone in court.

"We have fought them before, and we were not going to miss this opportunity last night."

"But their chief took advantage of the chaos and ran away with dozens of warriors. We didn't keep all of them."

"You're being honest, and that's a great start, and a good start for us to build trust."

Swish!
A flash of silver light flashed.

Levi walked in front of Sam, drew out his sword and before Sam could react, he used the holy sword to cut the ropes that bound his hands and feet. At the end, he made a sword flower before putting the sword back into the scabbard.

Sam was so frightened by the sword blade that passed by his skin that his hair stood on end and his face turned pale. He was about to curse, but the moment he opened his mouth he realized that he was in a bad situation and held the words back.

If that’s how trust is built, then there’s no need!
"How many warriors are left in your tribe? How strong are they?"

"Gone."

"Hey, why are you still not behaving yourself even now?! Are you dissatisfied with the whip in Master Zat's hand?"

Snapped!
Zat took off the cowhide whip from his belt, raised his hand and whipped Sam on the back. He screamed in pain and said with a sad face:
"My lord, it's really over! The most brave and skilled warriors have been defeated by you. Now the Evil Fang Tribe has no leader who can command the support of the people, and can no longer organize warriors to fight the enemy!"

"Tell me more details! The total number of people, the location, the young and strong..."

Levi was holding a wooden board and a charcoal pencil in his hand.

According to common sense, the strength of the remaining troops is far inferior to that of the main attacking force, but various historical events have taught Levi that being cautious is a virtue.

Especially unlike the Dara tribe which had been devastated, the Evil Tooth tribe had lost less than a hundred warriors at most, so Levi had to guard against the possibility of them making a comeback.

Now they just happen to be lacking a leader, and Levi will decide whether to pursue the victory and directly destroy the possibility of their comeback depending on the situation.

Sam said as he took notes.

However, these things should only be used as a reference. We still have to conduct reconnaissance. If we are not careful during marching and fighting, we may capsize in the ditch, and once we capsize, there is no recovery.

"More than a thousand people, including the young and strong ones who can wield swords and those who escaped, there should be about three hundred..." Looking at the data Sam said, Levi nodded. This number was about the same as he estimated.

Levi, who was putting away the wooden board and preparing to leave, suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, are there many shamans who know witchcraft in the wilderness?"

"Not many. As far as I know, I am the only real shaman in the tribe of the Kaas Mountains. Among the alien tribes in the wilderness, only the kobolds, tauren, trolls and orcs are rich in shamans."

Sam said with some pride.

After all, among so many human tribes in the Kaas Mountains, he was the only one who knew magic, and two of them at that.

At the same time, he felt a little aggrieved. Such a rare shaman was not only captured by some magic idiot, but also he didn't know how to cherish him.

His pride as a spellcaster was playing tricks on him, but reality forced him to bow his head.

"Oh? Then how did you learn these two witchcrafts?"

Levi really didn't expect that orcs and gnolls could become shamans. The main reason was that he had been living in the south before, and the south was mostly populated by alien races such as lizardmen and murlocs.

"This……"

Sam hesitated because this was his secret, but when he saw the orc eagerly touching the whip on his butt, he suddenly felt that this secret was not very important.

"My Lord, I have a magic scroll."

"Magic scroll?"

"Uh, uh, it's actually a stone tablet that records several spells..."

Sam looked carefully at the bull whip that the orc was weighing in his hand.

As a shaman, his physique is not much worse than that of a young man, but even a thick-skinned Black Mountain wild boar cannot withstand a few whips from this big, tendon-filled guy.

"Where's the slate?"

"I put it in the tribe in a very secret location. No one can find it except me!"

"If your Excellency wants it, I can take you there."

Sam stood up straight and said seriously.

"You'd better pray that what you said is true." Levi looked at the old man deeply.

An idea gradually formed in my mind, but the premise was that what the old man said was true.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time thought that he would be valued soon. After all, he had contributed his most precious things, and he was also a shaman who could cast spells, so he should not be looked down upon in any case.

As a result, the next second, Levi tied him up tightly with a rope himself.

No, where on earth did you learn this bundling technique?

Sam was dumbfounded. It was fine to tie someone up, but why was this kind of tying him up so shameful? He could only crawl on the ground like a caterpillar.

The lord was an illiterate who knew nothing about witchcraft. He was curious but cautious about it. He was worried that the old shaman might cast a spell on him in the middle of the night. To prevent any accidents, he simply tied up his hands and feet.

Remembering that magic required chanting spells, he let Zat stuff his stinky socks into the shaman's mouth before nodding with satisfaction.

The reason for him to do so was that he had never received an application from this old bastard to join the team.

(End of this chapter)