Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 67 The Power of Spells
"Oh? Let me try." Hearing this, Levi rolled up his sleeves and walked in. He also wanted to see how powerful this spell was.

"Ahem, sir, how can we trouble you to do it yourself? Just let the barbarians do it."

Sam just felt sweaty and said flatteringly.

In fact, he had thoroughly witnessed the extraordinary strength of this adult in the past few days. Every morning, he would practice swordplay with a giant sword as big as a door panel placed on the ground.

A giant sword as big as a person fell down. Not to mention the Stone Skin Spell, even the Iron Skin Spell would be useless.

Levi smiled at Sam until he became stiff, then nodded: "You are right, Muto, you go and try it."

Sam secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. If this lord really tried it, he would be whipped without a chance of escape.

After a few hundred lashes, even if he is strong and healthy, he will be ready to meet his grandmother.

Muto walked over with a machete in his hand. He did not use a thirty-pound battle axe. A goat would not be forced to use its best weapon.

The skin of the goat that was subjected to the Stone Skin Technique did not change much, except that it was covered with a faint layer of gray light.

The wooden support holding the knife scared the goat so much that it started bleating, but unfortunately it was tied to the wooden stake and couldn't get free.

There was nothing to say. Mu Tuo raised his knife and it landed right on the goat's neck.

baa!
The poor goat only had time to let out a terrified scream before its body was knocked to the ground by gravity, its neck limp as it lay on the ground.

Although the neck was not cut in two as imagined, the bones and tendons inside were definitely broken.

Mutuo looked at the blade that was glowing with cold light. He had not used his full strength just now, he had just swung it casually.

But it was enough to chop off a goat's head, but now it only broke the neck. Of course, the goat would obviously not survive such a heavy blow.

"Your magic doesn't work." Looking at the dead goat, Mutuo curled his lips. It hadn't even used its full strength.

Sam stiffened his neck and argued stubbornly: "Just tell me if the skin is broken or not?"

Mutuo scratched his head. Although the goat was killed by his axe, its skin was indeed not broken.

"How many people can this spell affect? ​​How long can it last?" Levi kicked the goat on the ground and asked.

He could see that this spell was equivalent to putting on a layer of armor on the body. It did not have the effect of absorbing all damage in wizard novels at all. If he encountered a strong man using a blunt weapon like a warhammer, it would obviously be useless.

But even so, it is still precious. Levi took out a knife and tried it. The goat's skin was now like wearing leather armor.

"Sir, I can only attach it to more than a hundred people, and it can last for half an hour." Sam looked proud, then hesitated for a moment before saying, "But the effect will decrease as the number of people increases. It's far from being as good as attaching it to one person."

"If it is added to fifty people, how much will the power be reduced?" Levi asked directly about what is most useful to him at the moment.

When the Wilderness Alliance arrives next, the barbarians will definitely serve as the main force and face this gathered bandit army head-on. If they are helped by magic, casualties will inevitably be reduced.

"It should be equivalent to a layer of cowhide?" Sam said uncertainly.

Levi nodded. It was a little worse than he had imagined, but better than nothing.

Now the barbarians' equipment has been updated. Except for the dozen or so who are wearing iron armor, the rest are all wearing chain mail inner jackets and armor outer jackets, and they are also equipped with stone skin skills.

Even if the enemy's attack can break through the armor, the remaining strength will be stopped in front of the skin that is comparable to cowhide, greatly increasing the barbarians' chance of survival.

After learning some more details, Levi left with his hands behind his back.

Sam also wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt that talking to this lord was no different from facing a jungle tiger, as if it would eat anyone in the next second. "It's almost time for lunch now, let's go eat." Sam said in a familiar manner, and then walked towards the cafeteria of the camp.

"You still want to eat? I don't need to tell you what to do next, right?"

Muto sneered and showed the three-finger-thick cowhide whip on his butt, which was handed to him by Zat.

Sam smiled awkwardly and tied himself up again with the rope very skillfully.

He cursed in his heart. He had just performed magic in the hope of getting along with them, but he didn't expect that these orcs were not as stupid as they seemed.

The two orcs were still not satisfied and walked over and tied him to a wooden stake.

Zat nodded in satisfaction, and left with his hands behind his back, leaving an orc to guard in shifts.

The lord went around in circles and finally arrived at the territory where the warriors of the Evil Fang tribe were imprisoned.

"grown ups."

The guards were ten Fed warriors wearing leather armor and carrying one-handed swords at their waists. They saluted respectfully with their hands on their chests.

If she had some small thoughts when Beristina suddenly said that this noble Debe would be their future lord, she had seen with her own eyes how this lord easily dealt with more than 300 attacking enemies and she was simply convinced.

Levi nodded slightly and walked in.

A total of seventy-two prisoners who were sleeping on the ground sat up one by one when they saw someone coming in, and looked at Levi with different expressions.

There is hatred, fear, and even flattery, all different.

Levi didn't mind it, he just said calmly: "Is there anyone who wants to join Gaoya Castle? After joining, you can get rid of your prisoner status, become my subject, and enjoy the treatment that a subject deserves."

Levi was too lazy to talk to them about any profound principles. A group of savages probably wouldn't understand, so he just talked about the benefits directly.

A group of people looked at each other, and finally one of them hesitated for a while and asked cautiously, "Sir, what do I need to do to become your subject?"

The reason why he asked this question was that the fact that the remnants of Fed had discovered the iron mine had been exposed, and it was certain that more than just their Evil Fang Tribe would be attacking.

At times like this, they are mostly recruited to serve as meat shields on the battlefield to relieve pressure.

This is also what their Evil Fang Tribe often does. When they capture people from the enemy tribe, they will make them serve as the front row to consume the strength of their own tribe.

"Just work for me." Levi spoke the truth.

Although each of these northern savages has an eight-blade sword and is quite sturdy, Levi doesn't think highly of them as soldiers.

Even if Levi recruits more soldiers for Gaoya Castle in the future, he will basically only select them from the remnants of Fed.

In terms of physique, the remnants of Fed are no worse than these savages, and most of them can read a few words.

The difference between the two, in ancient times, is the difference between a good family member and a rogue.

It is obvious who to choose to join the army.

Levi will let these northern savages contribute to the military industry or animal husbandry of Gaoya Castle.

(End of this chapter)