Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 84

Along the way, Miriel quietly looked at the frontier territory.

The armed guards were terribly powerful, but no matter the infrastructure or the various things in it, they all showed the simplicity and desolation of this frontier territory, as if all the funds were spent on the frontier guards.

On the way, she learned that Beristina had already led all members of her tribe to pledge allegiance to the lord.

With more than 2,000 people and a powerful pioneering guard, Miriel felt as if he saw a powerful overlord about to rise in this land.

"Miriel, there is a shaman in my territory who knows healing. Feel free to tell me if you need anything."

At the foot of the hill, Levi smiled and said something, then led the team up.

"Shaman?!"

Miriel was surprised and delighted. There were indeed many shamans in the wilderness, but it was considered a good thing to have one shaman for every ten tribes. Most of them cast beneficial spells such as berserk, which had some negative consequences.

There is not even a single person who knows how to perform healing arts.

The caravan is in a very dangerous situation right now. Nearly half of the mercenaries have been lost, and the rest are all injured. If they encounter any trouble, all members will be destroyed.

The importance of a shaman who knows healing skills is self-evident.

This piece of news boosted the morale of the mercenaries. The wounded who were originally waiting to die because of their injuries looked at Miriel with hope, hoping that she could invite the shaman over as soon as possible.

Faced with Miriel's request, Levi naturally agreed and sent Sam over.

The mercenaries who were less seriously injured began to set up tents and light bonfires in a leeward location at the foot of the hill.

The seriously injured mercenaries gradually recovered under Sam's treatment and were temporarily out of danger.

The camp built by the mercenaries was very well designed. It was not too far from the hill, but not too close either. This distance made Gaoyabao feel very comfortable while also allowing Gaoyabao to lend a helping hand in time when they were in danger.

At the same time, the stream not far away allows them to have access to clean water at any time.

This group of mercenaries had obviously been in the wilderness for many years and were extremely skilled in setting up camps. They had built an impeccable temporary camp in just one hour.

Levi squatted on the hill, stirring the potatoes in the fire with branches while watching with relish the mercenaries placing the wounded in an orderly manner, and he was grateful to Sam.

Under the attack of Miriel, the half-elf, the old guy was like a dead tree coming back to life, and his face became as rosy as a peach.

Levi was not afraid that Sam would be poached. Miriel was a smart woman and would never dare to poach a military pioneer lord at this time.

On the hill, Beristina was arranging for the remnants of Fed to build wooden houses, planning to move in tonight.

The first group of people brought over were basically craftsmen and carpenters from the Fed tribe, so Levi didn't have to worry about building houses at all. He just needed to allocate an area for them to build by themselves.

The hill has open terrain and can easily accommodate tens of thousands of people. Levi plans to build an inner castle directly on it and then slowly expand it to develop into a city.

With the joining of these subjects, Gaoya Castle finally gained some popularity. Everyone was busy building this future home, and Levi, the lord, had little time left.

I can only roast potatoes here alone.

Pull the black roasted potatoes out of the fire, scrape off the carbonized skin with a wooden stick to reveal the golden layers, and then coat them with a layer of chili powder.

After taking a bite, Levi hummed in satisfaction.

This is one of the foods from his hometown that he can eat in the other world.

Chili is one of the condiments used by the common people in Derby, but the upper-class nobles disdain to use it.

I guess only he, the time traveler, would treat him as a treasure, after all, he is a person who loves spicy food.

"The first commander is so awesome!" "The second commander is no match for him at all."

Just then, there was a noise behind me. I turned around and saw a group of barbarians gathered together and making a noise.

After experiencing several large-scale wars, the orcs are no longer the unsophisticated people they used to be. Their strength has increased rapidly and now all of them are fifth-level soldiers.

The most intuitive manifestation is that the height of this group of orcs has all grown. The average height has increased from two-edged swords and three to more than two-edged swords and four, and their bodies have become even more burly.

Not to mention Zat, a heroic unit, whose personal kills barely reached one-tenth of his number.

These vast experiences allowed it to level up five times, and Levi added all the attribute points gained to strength and agility, and his skills became Iron Bones and Powerful Strike.

The increase in attribute points not only greatly increased its strength, but also increased its size to two-edged six, still half a head taller than its companions.

The orcs formed a circle, with Zat in the center waving his hands triumphantly, and Muto lying on the ground covered in dust.

It turned out that after Muto advanced through several battles, he felt that his strength had greatly increased due to the "gift from the God of War", so he wanted to get back at Zat.

Unfortunately, the result was still no different from before. It couldn't even hold on for a single round and was knocked to the ground, which made it doubt its life.

"I'm the little bully of the South Border Arena. You still need to practice, Muto." Enjoying the praise from his brothers, Zat smiled happily.

For some reason, its fellow tribesmen suddenly became quiet, and Zat took this as worship and admiration for itself.

"Little bully, you bastard!" Levi kicked him from behind, knocking him to the ground. "You have nothing to do, right? Why don't you go practice formation for me, Sir?"

The orcs quickly dispersed and returned to the training ground to continue today's training.

……

Miriel sat cross-legged on the tablecloth spread on the grass. Several senior mercenaries, including Sam, sat respectfully not far away.

The wooden barrel cups in front of each of them were filled with wine-red tea, which smelled of berries.

This is a cranberry wine that has become popular among the people of Debu recently. It tastes slightly sweet and sour at first, but if you taste it carefully, you will find a rich fruity aroma.

This fruit wine, which does not irritate the throat, is very popular among women.

"Mr. Sam, can you tell me about Highcliff Castle?"

Miriel put down the elven longbow that she was wiping carefully and smiled brightly.

The mercenaries around lowered their eyes and dared not look directly, only Sam stared at it with an obsessed look on his face. It was not until Miriel asked a question that he calmed down and picked up the wine glass to take a sip.

"High Cliff Castle..."

Sam drew out the last word, and just as Miriel looked expectant, the old man smiled.

"Sorry, this is a confidential matter."

After saying this, Sam took small sips of the fruit wine. Although he had a smile on his face the whole time, he clearly looked like he wouldn't say anything.

Sam's answer surprised Miriel.

She was very confident about her appearance, and she did not doubt herself after being humiliated by the Lord of Highcliff Castle.

After all, the Lord of High Cliff Castle's appearance alone is enough to make a group of noble ladies willing to fund his development, so he will definitely not be obsessed with women.

But how could an old pervert in the wilderness with no knowledge do this?
Miriel suddenly felt a little inferior...

(End of this chapter)