Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 98: Bafolk Girl

The next day, when Bem and Alexi arrived at Highcliff Castle, they had already exchanged all the goods that could be spared in the tribe for weapons.

For the poor people in the wilderness, gold is not as valuable as meat in this land, so they basically barter for other things.

As the person in charge of logistics, the task of calculating the value of the goods naturally fell on Beristina.

The two tribal representatives changed their weapons, looked at each other, grabbed their weapons and rushed to their respective tribes.

A tense atmosphere permeated among the guards they brought with them.

Li Wei sat on a small stool and cracked pumpkin seeds, watching the two teams disappear from his sight. He couldn't help but sigh, "Another bloody storm."

The tone was quite gloating.

As the days passed, the unrest in the wilderness did not stop at all. Instead, it was undercurrents surging and tended to intensify.

The movement of a large tribe southward is no less devastating to the wilderness than throwing an adult tiger into a flock of sheep. The entire flock will suffer a devastating blow.

Chaos and turmoil will be the theme song here until a stable and secure situation is re-established.

More than 90% of people in the world will look at other people's preferences. They are not snobbish, but they just do it for the sake of making a living.

In this respect, there is no difference between the people in the wilderness and the people of Derby. It is an eternal truth that it is good to sit under a big tree for shade.

When I met Bem for the second time, he had completely lost the complacent demeanor he had last time.

He looked much more decadent, with the two big gold teeth in his mouth not showing, and his meticulously groomed hair had turned into a mess due to not being trimmed for a long time.

The lord couldn't help but smile, and asked with a smile: "My respected, noble and wise old chief Bem, how come you look so shabby after not seeing you for a few days?"

Bem looked up at the lord, his lips trembling with anger, but he suddenly thought of something and finally said, "Sir, I'm here to buy weapons."

"Come, take our distinguished guest from Highcliff Castle to get weapons."

Hearing this, Bem regained some spirit, straightened his back, and followed the man away, leaving only a thin figure behind.

His sullen look made the orcs look at each other with unexpected smiles. They gathered together, pointed at each other, and finally couldn't help laughing.

This made the thin figure look even more hunched, and the body seemed to be trembling slightly.

The lord suddenly felt as if his conscience was condemning him for bullying an elderly widower.

Ever since the Fengyong Tribe and the Lizardman Tribe returned, the two sides started fighting directly without saying anything. After all, everyone knows that it is the first to strike that is stronger and the last to strike that will suffer.

My brains are about to burst out these days.

Originally, the Lizardman Tribe was at a disadvantage. They were inferior to the Fengyong Tribe in terms of both the number of warriors and the quality of their weapons, and were beaten back step by step.

Just when they were about to collapse, they suddenly found wild sophisticated weapons and wild archers in the mountain behind their home.

This instantly reversed the situation, and the two sides fought on equal terms, and the battle became tense.

Now that both sides have invested so much manpower and material resources, they cannot turn back. The only way to recover their losses is to completely defeat the other side.

Bem knew that those so-called wild archers and weapons were most likely funded by the Lord of High Cliff Castle, but once the arrow was shot, there was no turning back, and the Windsurge Tribe had to continue the war.

Therefore, they can only come to purchase more sophisticated weapons to enhance the strength of tribal warriors.

"My Lord, the Windsurge Tribe is currently in the midst of a fierce battle and cannot spare any extra manpower to protect the supplies. Therefore, I pray that High Cliff Castle can send warriors to our tribe to deliver the military funds for purchasing weapons."

Bem's words were very humbly spoken, which showed that the war during this period had taken its toll on even this large tribe.

There wasn't even enough manpower to escort the guards. "Small problem, I might as well send someone to deliver the weapons to you as well."

The culprit who caused all this did not find fault with the matter. He waved his hand magnanimously, like a lord.

"Go to Zat and ask for a few men, and tell them I asked."

However, Levi didn't even raise his head during the whole process, and scooped big mouthfuls of beef stew with potatoes with a spoon.

Ever since Beristina came to Highcliff Castle and discovered her cooking skills, in addition to managing logistics, she had another task, which was to cook for the lord.

"Thank you, sir. Your generosity is as vast as the ocean."

Bem said this with emotion, but it was unknown how much sincerity there was in his words.

"Good day, my Lord."

Not long after Bem left, Alexi rushed over. Compared to a few days ago, one of its eyes was blind, and its body was covered with wounds that had just healed, which made it look more ferocious.

"You two are really one in front and one behind." The busy lord took the silk scarf handed over by the maid and wiped his mouth: "Tell me, what's the matter, are you short of weapons or do you need more manpower?"

"Neither of you are adults. I came here specifically to thank you for your selfless help."

Alexi touched his chest respectfully and saluted.

The tribes of the wilderness tend to be quite indifferent to each other, let alone to outsiders from Derby.

If it were in the past, I'm afraid these two people would inevitably be hostile to the lord.

Fortunately, things are not like before.

After several tough battles, Gaoyabao became more and more famous in the surrounding area and established a resounding golden signboard in the circle.

The brave warriors who returned from ancient times, with unimaginably sophisticated equipment and even a shaman who knows witchcraft, together constitute the external influence of Gaoya Castle, and the story becomes more and more bizarre as the losers spread it.

The name of "Bloody Waist-Beheading Hand" is loud enough to make the crying indigenous children shut up immediately.

It is rumored that this is a demon holding a giant sword, with endless power, always wearing iron armor and with an invisible face. With just a glance from it, even the bravest warrior will be cut in half, and then search for his lower body on the ground in pain, and this cycle continues day and night.

These titles made the tribal chiefs who were once arrogant suddenly become servile, and Alexi was just one of them.

As for Bem, after learning all this, he often regretted late at night why he had offended the lord in the first place. Now he can only swallow the bitter fruit alone.

"Oh?"

Levi was a little interested: "How do you want to thank me?"

Alisi called out a few times, and soon a handful of goat girls came in from outside the door.

These half-orc girls have the body shape and cute looks of human girls, but also have the characteristics of goat people.

The two small horns on the head and the sheep tail behind the buttocks add a bit of ethnic style.

The sheep's hooves hitting the ground made clear, rhythmic sounds that were inexplicably pleasing to the ear.

These girls were all very delicate and lovely. They crowded together, even more beautiful than the most beautiful section of the Running River where the flowers of bitter love blossomed.

"You're using this to test the cadres? Which cadre can't stand such a test?"

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(End of this chapter)