Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 287 The Birth of the Conspiracy

When the sun in the sky lost its heat and turned into a duck egg yolk, the demons that were charging head-on finally became sparse. The tragic casualties and the corpses of their companions piled up like hills were nothing short of a huge challenge for those who came later.

Loud and clear cries began to emanate from among the demons, and with a "moo" that resounded through heaven and earth, they began to slowly shrink and retreat.

These demons did not collapse completely because of this defeat. They had been fighting like this for several days.

When the demons retreated, they left behind a group of cannon fodder demons to cover their retreat. These cowardly little creatures, if taken alone, would be even more timid than rabbits in the face of powerful enemies. However, once they were led by a high-level demon, each of them seemed to be blessed with berserk magic and were fearless of death. They would still rush forward in the face of pursuing enemies, using their lives to delay time for their companions' retreat.

Levi threw the broadsword in his hand, which had turned into a lump of iron, away casually. The broadsword, filled with abundant power, instantly pierced into the group of little demons.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood flowed on the ground like water. Sharp screams rang out one after another.

He watched the ferocious demon army go away into the distance and gradually disappear from his sight.

Although these guys suffered a great loss this time, they still maintained a considerable order during the retreat, and even had the leisure to say a few harsh words in the Abyss Language while retreating.

"Huh, boss, are you going to chase me?" Zat swung his battle axe. Although his face was showing signs of fatigue, he was still full of fighting spirit.

"No need, the enemy won't be defeated so easily." Levi shook his head. He saw many wizards hiding in the demon army, preparing magic with bad intentions. If anyone chased them, they would pay a heavy price.

No one can resist the temptation of system advancement, and the people in Gaoyabao are no exception. Therefore, they often have a highly proactive bellicosity that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Sir, several orc warriors are seriously injured and need treatment urgently." Heather came trotting over from behind, sweat dripping from her body, showing that she had tried her best in this battle.

"I'll go take a look." Levi took a deep breath.

To be honest, High Cliff Castle has done well enough as there have been no casualties until now.

Although these demons are not strong enough to crush Gaoya Castle, there are so many of them that they can eventually injure the barbarians without considering casualties.

There were five barbarians lying on the grass. Although their armor was damaged, it was not fatal. The only terrifying thing was the terrible tear-shaped wound on their neck, which almost reached their throat.

Some orc barbarians were panicking and tearing off strips of cloth and stuffing them on the surface, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

That was a slash through the weakest part of the armor's defense, and to do that, one must have outstanding martial arts skills. It is obvious that these wounds were most likely caused by the six-armed snake demon warrior.

"Boss." The barbarians surrounding them were in unusually low spirits. Even in the face of such an unprecedented victory, they could hardly be happy.

"Why the hell are you all surrounding us? Why don't you disperse?!" The lord cursed, then squatted beside a few barbarians to check their injuries. He soon breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the injured barbarian in front of him.

"Hehe... Boss, are we going to die soon?"

They could clearly feel the passing of their vitality, so they prepared to leave their last words in this limited time: "Although you are sometimes too stingy, even at the beginning..."

Several barbarians were busy expressing their thoughts, but they didn't notice that someone's face was getting darker and darker.

"Are you done?" Levi waited until they had almost finished talking before asking with a smile.

"One more thing, Boss, you should find wives as soon as possible. The more wives the better. It would be best if you could have a bunch of little ones." Several barbarians looked at each other, and then said in unison, "Everyone is very concerned about this matter."

No one in this world is a fool, and they are no exception. They understand that Gaoya Castle has been able to reach its current level and be united, all because of the backbone in front of them.

Although it may sound a bit rebellious to say this, if something unexpected happens to our boss, it is hard to say whether Gaoya Castle can maintain its current state.

Therefore, it is extremely important to have a candidate who can take over Highcliff Castle and is worthy of everyone's respect.

And this person is undoubtedly the descendant of the boss.

This is also the default inheritance method in the entire medieval continent.

The son of a dragon is still a dragon, and the descendants of his own chief must not be much different.

"I promised you this last wish." Levi patted their shoulders, then asked with a smile: "But now there is a good news and a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Uh, let's hear the good news first." The barbarians were stunned, and then said subconsciously.

"The good news is that you won't die." Without waiting for them to cheer, Levi grinned and revealed two rows of neat white teeth: "The bad news is that when your injuries heal, I'm afraid it will be more painful than death."

Fine, fine, you dare to make up this story about him, the Lord of Highcliff Castle? It is not enough for him to demonstrate his authority by making things difficult for him, so he might as well tell them directly - it will be very miserable when the injury heals.

The faces of the wounded soldiers who had just shown joy immediately turned bitter again.

After several rounds of systematic upgrades, the vitality of these barbarians has become extraordinary, coupled with the effect of the full-level "medical" skill.

Faced with this kind of injury that would be almost fatal for an ordinary person, he still had the energy to speak his mind.

But the most urgent task is to sew up the wound first, otherwise no matter how strong the vitality is, it will fade away with time.

But now he was in trouble. In this poor place, it was difficult to find a doctor who could sew the wound, let alone a tailor.

Although he knew what to do, he had never put it into practice. Just when he was about to give it a try, Sam in the distance raised his hand and volunteered.

"Sir, do you want to sew the wound? I think I can give it a try."

The old man was pale and gasping for breath. He even needed Mil's support to avoid falling to the ground. If he hadn't used all his magic power to cast the Stone Skin Technique, these barbarians would probably have been more seriously injured and might not have been able to hold on until now.

"Have you studied?"

Levi asked in surprise as he ordered someone to prepare needle and thread.

"When I was in Gaoya Castle, I had nothing to do, so I learned it." The old man said modestly.

In fact, he took the initiative to learn it after he figured it out.

When he decided to join Gaoya Castle, he realized that only by playing an irreplaceable role could he have a position here.

But the drow elves are stronger in spellcasting, and as for the warrior, he doesn't know swordsmanship.

After thinking about it, I suddenly found that I was often called to perform healing spells on the wounded, so I slapped my thigh and prepared to become a military doctor. I had healing spells in magic, but I knew nothing about medical skills, so I went to learn the wound sewing surgery that was quite famous in Gaoya Castle.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Levi patted his shoulder solemnly.

The wound of the injured orc was quickly sewn up. After waiting for Sam's magic power to recover, granulation tissue began to grow on the wound under the treatment technique that ignored the cost. Then it moved and connected together, and the broken wound began to close gradually.

Time passed extremely slowly, but the wound healed a thousand times faster.

The barbarians who had never frowned in the face of bloody wounds now all looked painful, holding the stretcher under their buttocks tightly with their hands, for fear that they would scratch their wounds.

Although the injury healed quickly, the itchiness of the new flesh was increased countless times.

"Tie their hands and carry them back to let them rest for a while." The lord waved his hand.

The continuous depletion of magic power has made it difficult for Sam to continue, and he is not an unscrupulous lord who only knows how to suppress his subordinates.

The barbarians are out of danger, so there is no need to continue to forcefully cast healing spells.

……

Compared to High Cliff Castle, both the soldiers of the Legion of Thorns and the southern soldiers under Daemon were much more miserable, and many of them fell completely on this land.

"Lao Fu, how many casualties have you suffered?"

Originally, the lord was counting the casualties of Gaoya Castle, but he soon realized that it was meaningless because there were only a few injured in Gaoya Castle, so he simply moved to someone else's battlefield.

"I'm afraid it won't reach three digits." Fujiro was being bandaged by a soldier, but he looked calm.

He didn't even blink when the Thorn Legion suffered heavy losses in the wilderness before, let alone now?
A general is definitely not a merciful person. The man who can become the commander of a legion is obviously not that kind of person.

There was a wound on his chest that stretched from his shoulder to his waist. Levi took a quick look and saw that the deepest part was at least two fingers deep. If it weren't for his excellent armor, he would have been slashed diagonally by a knife.

"I wanted to help you at first, but seeing that you could still handle it, I didn't do anything." The lord said casually.

He then went to see the soldiers at the Dreadfort, and the situation was much the same.

In a war, once the gap between the two sides reaches a certain level, the exchange ratio will reach an unimaginable level. It just so happens that the warriors of High Cliff Castle are above the limit. No matter how hard the demons try, the final result will be a loss.

Just like when Levi played Mount and Blade in his previous life, a hundred top-level cavalrymen could wipe out a thousand bandits without even suffering any damage.

But unfortunately, although the other soldiers were stronger than the demons, their strength was limited. Therefore, in the face of the huge gap in numbers, heavy losses were inevitable.

However, their strategic goal in this battle has been achieved. Mandela and his men have successfully penetrated deep into the Hengduan Mountains. The next step is to close the portal leading to the abyss.

They can slowly process this group of demons.

After the battle, Levi took advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun and led his team back to the Bone Fortress to rest.

Other teams were paying silent tribute to the deceased and silently licking their post-war wounds.

Only in the Gaoyabao camp did everyone start making fire and cooking, preparing to fill their stomachs first.

Compared to other commanders who were in a heavy mood, the lord was in a good mood when looking at the system panel.

For other people, this war has no benefit except for becoming famous. However, for Gaoyabao, the greatest benefit of the war is not fame and fortune, but the massive amount of experience calculated after the battle.

It just so happens that the experience gained from this battle with the demon army is something the Lord has never seen before.

All the remaining third-tier "Centaurs and Lancers" were upgraded to fourth-tier "Centaurs and Heavy Cavalry", and the same went for the Gnoll Scouts. All the remaining third-tier "Gnoll Riders" were upgraded to fourth-tier "Gnoll Rangers", without a single one left behind.

Demons are a unit that lacks mobility, and as a unit that can use bows and arrows, they are hardly threatened by any serious threat, so they can steadily harvest lives and gain experience.

The same goes for the Gnoll scouts. Although they cannot use bows and arrows, with the help of the system, the darts they throw are far and accurate, and they can also attack the enemy from a distance.

If it can be said that the experience gained by the Centaurs and Gnolls surprised Levi, then the experience gained by the Orcs and Fed Archers made him dumbfounded.

Originally, nearly half of the orc warriors were in the fourth-tier "Orc Warriors", but now they have been collectively upgraded to the fifth-tier "Great Axe Guards".

What’s even more exaggerated is that even the orc berserkers, who were the only two left in the thousand hectares of land, now have ten more joining.

All of the Feder Archers were promoted to the fifth-level "Feder Rangers", and they were only one level away from becoming the full-level "Feder Rangers".

You know, as the level gets higher and higher, the experience required to upgrade to the next level is absolutely huge. The fact that Gaoya Castle can have such a big improvement this time shows how much effort the demons have put in.

This has raised the strength of the entire Gaoya Castle to a new level.

The night was getting darker. It was a dark night without stars or moon. Such a night was perfect for breeding some conspiracies.

While everyone was soothing their post-war fatigue and even having a banquet to celebrate, a team of soldiers wearing sophisticated armor and with stern faces were heading towards the city gate that Damon was in charge of.

"Stop, who are you?" Beile was the captain of the guard responsible for guarding the west gate of the Bone Fortress. A team of soldiers coming out of the darkness immediately caught his attention.

He shouted, held the sword at his waist, and approached with his guards, carefully raising torches.

Soon, the other person's entire face came into view.

Leading the group was an officer wearing full plate armor with the emblem of the Northern House Martell engraved on it. He had a masculine face and a sturdy body.

Coincidentally, Beile had seen this officer in the Legion of Thorns and learned his name from the conversation of others. It seemed to be... Li... Rickro, that should be his name.

"Sir Rickro, why are you here so late at night?" Beile was relieved to see that it was an acquaintance and asked as usual.

Although his superiors and the North were at odds, he was just a low-level officer and was only fighting for the small monthly salary.

What does it have to do with him no matter how much they disagree with each other?

(End of this chapter)