Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 498 Dragon Vein Berserker

“Kemish, go and bring your wife and daughter back, then take them to get the travel documents.” Levi nodded slightly. “Micaro, your warriors may keep their daggers for self-defense and daily use, but all long weapons, bows, crossbows, and scimitars must be surrendered. Those who follow the rules are always favored by everyone.”

Kemish looked at Micaro, who was still somewhat dazed, and said, "Trust me, this is the best choice."

“Yes, Your Majesty, Dragon Knight.” Micaro bowed his head. “We will surrender our weapons.”

Mikalo gave the young lord one last look before he turned to examine the map, as if accepting a Persian warrior contingent was a trivial matter.

That natural sense of authority inexplicably reminded Mikalo of His Majesty King Fern IX, whom he had once seen from afar.

As Mikaro stepped out of the camp, he let out a long breath, feeling a damp chill on his back. He wiped his forehead and was surprised to find that his sleeve was now mostly soaked.

"Lord Kemish, are we really going to hand over the scimitar?" A Persian warrior waiting outside, seeing that his lord was actually alive and well, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, his face full of reluctance.

Kemish patted the warrior on the shoulder: "Here, Lord Levi's words are the truth, the rule, and no one can refute them..."

With Kermish present, the resistance of these Gulf warriors lessened considerably.

In the Persian Gulf Empire, the hierarchical system was far more rigid than that of the Debei, which meant that even if the lord was an incompetent fool, the Persians would still obey his orders unconditionally.

Before leaving, Kemish personally led over a hundred Unsullied warriors from Highcliff Fortress, and finally called upon Skye to provide support with dozens of fully armed Griffin Knights to accompany Mikalo to pick up the people.

The journey back was much faster.

When Mikalo brought Kemish back to the small village where they were hiding, they found the atmosphere at the village entrance tense.

The remaining Persian warriors had drawn their swords and formed a defensive circle.

Kermish made a subtle gesture, and the Unsullied warriors, wearing helmets with only their deep eyes showing, silently stepped forward, gripping their round shields and spears tightly.

The griffin riders in the sky may appear relaxed, but their fingers are already gripping the fletching of arrows.

In fact, regardless of whether Mikalo was his most loyal subordinate, Kemish did not believe everything he said.

What if, while he was away, the other party had already sided with other nobles of the Persian Gulf Empire, or even demons?
However, upon seeing the mother and daughter protected by the warriors, he breathed a sigh of relief, immediately ordered the Unsullied warriors to disperse and lay in wait, then strode towards the mother and daughter: "Mani! Elisa!"

"Father!" the young girl cried out in surprise, throwing herself into Kemish's arms.

Mrs. Mani, dressed simply yet exuding an air of nobility, also had slightly red eyes and held her husband's hand tightly.

After a brief reunion, Kemish's expression turned serious: "We can't stay here any longer, Mikalo. Have everyone pack up immediately, we're leaving right away."

The griffin riders' earlier attempt to clear out the group of two-headed dragons had already attracted the attention of small groups of demons in the surrounding area, and perhaps some demons are already gathering in this direction.

The evacuation process was swift and orderly.

When they returned to the camp, the atmosphere became somewhat tense as the Persian warriors began to hand over their weapons.

Many samurai silently handed over their scimitars, their movements slow, as if bidding farewell to a beloved one.

Mikaro followed Kemish toward the logistics camp, seeing patrols of soldiers along the way.

They were well-equipped, disciplined, and had sharp eyes; they were clearly veterans who had experienced bloody battles.

What caught his attention even more was that among these soldiers were not only Debe people, but also gnolls, trolls, goat people... it was like a wild hodgepodge that had brought in all kinds of races.

What is that? A bear-man from the Pier tribe? It's incredibly massive!
Suddenly, Micaro's breath hitched. He saw a group of burly men, averaging three meters tall, wrestling on the ground. He himself was two meters tall because of his cultivation of the Blood Qi Secret Manual, and considered himself extremely strong. But compared to these barbarians, he was like a potato mixed into a pumpkin.

But soon, Micaro felt his heart was about to stop beating.

God!

What did he see?
The burly bear-man of the Pier tribe, who should have been invincible on the battlefield and had no rivals in sight, was instead mercilessly beaten like a broken pillow.

“Lord Kemish, those are…” Mikalo couldn’t help but point to the group of burly men with dragon horns on their skulls and skin as yellow as that of the people of the Persian Gulf in the flat ground.

These burly men were even more robust than the Pier bear-men, easily grabbing the Pier bear-men and throwing them backward, leaving only the dull thud of flesh hitting the ground.

“Oh, those are orc warriors under Lord Levi.” Kemish said unsurprisedly, “The lord doesn’t care about your origins, only your abilities and loyalty. In Highcliff Keep, orcs, elves, and even drow elves can become warriors, as long as they are loyal enough.”

Micaro's eyes widened in shock.

Such inclusiveness would have been a pipe dream in the hierarchical Persian Gulf Empire.

After receiving the travel documents and a flag representing the Sun Mountain of High Cliff Fortress, Mikalo, looking somewhat dazed, escorted Lord Kemish's wife and daughter southwards.

……

Long-term training and constant battles have brought rich experience, finally allowing the first batch of top-tier Tier 7 units to be born in High Cliff Fortress.

Whether it's from the first to the second tier, or from the third to the fourth tier, it's far from a complete transformation. Only when it's from the fifth to the sixth tier will there be a huge change.

The most obvious example is the fifth-tier orc giant axe guard who advances to the sixth-tier berserker, directly transforming from a lowly soldier into a high-level unit that masters berserk skills and blood energy, and whose strength can easily deal with high-tier aura knights.

However, none of them are comparable to the final stage.

This can be seen from the difficulty of upgrading.

These barbarians were the first to follow the lord and fight against the elders, and they were present in every battle. They were undoubtedly the best at gaining experience. However, in reality, these barbarians stayed at the fifth rank for a very long time, so much so that the people who joined later overtook them and only then began to advance to the sixth rank berserker.

However, what was unexpected was that progress stalled at this stage, which meant that warriors who joined High Cliff Fortress at any later time caught up in level, and it was only through continuous battles that they met the requirements for leveling up.

It's easy to imagine that the amount of experience a barbarian needs to advance to the Dragon Vein Berserker level is absolutely extraordinary.

Even so, only fifty people have advanced to become Dragon Vein Berserkers. These fifty people have always been in the first tier among the barbarians, and they are always the first to level up.

"Do you feel anything?" Li Wei snatched the apple from Sam, who was passing by, and tossed it to a barbarian who caught it and swallowed it in one gulp.

"We feel like we could kill a dragon with one punch now." After wrestling with the bear-men and getting used to their strength, the barbarians closed their eyes, clenched their fists, let the breeze blow through their long hair, and stood proudly between heaven and earth, like rocks that remain undaunted by the surging waves. "Oh?" Sersni put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at the group of barbarians.

As the Black Dragon Queen, personally subdued by their own leader, and one of the future wives of High Cliff Fortress, not to mention that the barbarians have witnessed her power, they would never dare to disrespect the future wife of High Cliff Fortress.

"Hehe, just kidding." The barbarians scratched the back of their heads and laughed awkwardly. "Anyway, we can't really explain it, but we'll show you how."

The news that Gaoyabao suddenly had fifty more dragon warriors couldn't be kept secret. Anything related to dragons was bound to be powerful.

So, the surrounding area was already filled with nobles from Debe, Taylor, and the Holy Sith Kingdom. Now that they heard that these barbarians were going to demonstrate their abilities, they couldn't resist their curiosity and quickly gathered around, completely surrounding the area.

At times like this, only the strong and powerful can squeeze in. If it weren't for their relationship with the lord, Muslims like Taylor and Ansuna would probably just be jumping up and down in frustration on the outside.

Putting everything else aside, the barbarians' pretentiousness was definitely a skill they learned from their lord, almost perfectly replicated. They waved to the people around them in a very affected manner, leaving everyone speechless as they watched their muscle-flexing display before finally getting to the point.

The barbarians first took a deep breath, their muscles tensing, and everyone held their breath in anticipation. With their roar, a layer of fine obsidian-colored scales emerged from under their skin, gradually covering their vital organs.

In the sunlight, these scales shimmer with a metallic sheen.

"These are dragon scales?" Bernard asked, somewhat surprised.

Li Wei was simple and direct: "Someone come and test it."

Practice reveals the truth; you'll know whether it's a mule or a horse once you take it for a spin.

An Unsullied warrior stepped forward and thrust his spear fiercely into the chest of a barbarian.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds, a clang rang out as the spear tip struck the scales, sending sparks flying, but leaving not even a white mark.

"This defensive capability is probably even stronger than iron armor." Bernard was finally somewhat shocked.

This means that these barbarians were born with a plate armor whose defensive capabilities were comparable to those made of special metal.

It not only reduced logistical difficulties, but also reduced its own burden.

The benefits it brings are countless.

While judging strength solely by appearance is utterly foolish, even a blind man could tell that these barbarians are terrifyingly strong now.

"It's not over yet," the barbarians said smugly. Without needing to be notified, they all roared to the sky in perfect unison.

The voice no longer sounded like a human voice; it carried the distinct power of a dragon's roar.

Several gnoll warriors who were too close were so shocked that they covered their ears and looked pained.

"Even Dragon's Might can do that?" Now it was Sersni's turn to be surprised.

Just as everyone was shocked, a strong smell of urine suddenly spread through the crowd on the breeze.

The barbarians who were showing off immediately changed their expressions and burst into curses: "That son of a bitch, did the goblin eat his roe and he couldn't even hold back his juices?!"

The crowd that had been watching the commotion suddenly began to flee in terror, a torrent of swear words from all over the country mingling together, making the terrified group turn red in the face and run away clutching their pants.

The place reeking of urine was definitely not a place to stay, so the group moved to the camp at Gaoyabao.

"Damn." Zart watched his former subordinates change so drastically, feeling incredibly envious and jealous. He wondered if he should shamelessly ask the boss for a dozen oak barrels full of dragon's blood to soak in each of them; that would probably have a stronger effect.

"Tell me, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Show them all at once." The lord couldn't hide his smile any longer and snapped his fingers.

The effects of this advancement are obvious. These barbarians have not only made further progress, but have been completely transformed.

"Nothing else, except that my strength, speed, and vitality are all much stronger than before."

"Then we kept feeling an itch on our backs, like a fire was burning them." The barbarians looked up at Li Wei, their expressions pained, as if they were constipated.

Then the barbarians paused for a moment, their muscles trembling slightly, veins bulging on their foreheads, as if they were enduring immense pain.

The surrounding crowd unconsciously took a few steps back, holding their breath.

Suddenly, amidst the sound of clothes tearing, the barbarians' back garments ripped open, and a pair of enormous dragon wings covered in obsidian scales burst forth and spread wide!

The dragon's wings had strong bones and thin, tough membranes that reflected a deep luster in the sunlight. With a slight flap, they created a strong wind that sent dust flying.

"They've actually grown dragon wings!" Ansuna exclaimed in shock, her mouth agape enough to fit an apple. The surrounding nobles and warriors were dumbfounded, and the scene erupted in uproar.

Flying orcish barbarians? This is practically like seeing undead in person.

Li Wei was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up with wild joy, and he slapped his thigh: "Obi-Slachi! This ability is so useful!"

He could almost see the scene of these flying dragon-blooded berserkers crashing down on the enemy lines like the Grim Reaper descending from the heavens.

However, to everyone's surprise, the fifty barbarians who had just completed their amazing transformation looked at each other's majestic dragon wings and then strained their necks to look at their own. Instead of joy, they pouted and said, "This thing is so ugly! I'm doomed, I'll never find a wife."

"Yeah, yeah, it's one thing for its skin to turn from green to yellow, and another for it to grow scales, but now it even has wings! It's uglier than a goblin!"

"We don't want wings, we just want to be handsome, muscular men!"

Li Wei's lips twitched. Looking at this group of barbarians from Versailles who were going crazy because they had become ugly, he finally couldn't hold back anymore. He rolled up his sleeves and said with a big smile, "I know a long-lost technique called the 'Restore My Beauty Fist' that can help you regain your handsome appearance for free."

Suddenly, the open space was filled only with continuous, mournful howls, like an old farmer selling vegetables being mercilessly beaten by a knight, a sound that saddened the listener and brought tears to their eyes.

Zart shook his head and said, "It's true that a well-fed man doesn't know the hunger of a starving man. How dare he point fingers at the petty boss."

"Zart, you're here too!"

"what?"

(End of this chapter)