Pioneer Lord: I Have Conquering System

With the strength of three Jackal Wolfmen, taking down the two riders might be a stretch, but holding them back would be no problem at all.

The distance between them was closing, and Levi could now clearly see what the two riders looked like.

They were two light cavalrymen wearing leather armor. One was slumped over his horse’s back, his condition unknown, with several arrows sticking out of his back.

The other had a sword hanging at his waist. He hadn’t been hit by any arrows, but he was covered in blood and his expression was fraught with panic.

Both had white hair. Just as Levi was about to speak, Baisitina’s voice rang out from beside him.

"Wait, those are our people!"

Baisitina’s face was pale. Her eyesight was also very good, and she recognized the two riders as members of her tribe; she had even chatted with them before.

Another whistle sounded. Hog and the two Jackal Wolfman Cavalrymen, who hadn’t gotten far, sheathed their curved sabers and followed the riders to the base of the hill.

Before the horses could even come to a complete stop, a group of Feder Warriors swarmed forward and clumsily helped the two men down from their saddles.

Levi walked closer to inspect them.

The one with arrows in his back had been hit, but not in any vital spots. With the protection of his leather armor, he would survive as long as his wounds didn’t get infected and were properly cared for.

The other rider was mostly unharmed, just out of breath. As soon as he dismounted, he rushed over to Baisitina and said anxiously.

"Lady Baisitina! Not long after you and Captain Jos left, the Dala Tribe attacked us!"

His expression was a mask of grief and fury, and his voice was filled with desolate anguish.

"What? How is that possible?!" Baisitina exclaimed in shock.

Although the barbarian tribes in the Kas Mountain Range were eager to absorb their branch of the Feder Remnants, her ancestors had intermarried with them. It wouldn’t even be an exaggeration to say that these barbarians were also descendants of the Feder Remnants.

Because of this, both sides had remained restrained and were still in negotiations. Neither had done anything too drastic, so why would they suddenly launch an attack?

The young rider was about to say more when he noticed Levi craning his neck nearby, waiting for the rest of the story. He stopped short, hesitating to continue.

Levi immediately looked up at the sky and started whistling, pretending to be nonchalant, but his ears secretly perked up.

’The Feder Remnants haven’t officially submitted to High Cliff Castle yet, so it wouldn’t be right for me to brazenly eavesdrop on their internal affairs.’

"It’s alright. From now on, we are Lord Levi’s subjects. Continue," Baisitina said.

Baisitina’s tone was firm, like a reef standing steadfast in the sea.

This made the Lord inwardly delighted. ’Perfect,’ he thought. ’Now this group of Feder Remnants has no way of backing out.’

’He could have forced the Feder Remnants to submit to him, but while a melon plucked by force might quench your thirst, it isn’t sweet.’

"The Dala Tribe somehow found out that we discovered an iron mine, so they attacked us directly, planning to seize it."

"What? An iron mine?!"

Levi was the first to cry out, like a poor country boy who had never seen the world and had just laid eyes on gold.

It was common knowledge that the Wilderness was poor—so poor that these bandits didn’t even have a decent set of clothes, most of them just wrapping a piece of cloth around their lower bodies and calling it a day.

And creatures like Goblins, unlike in the anime from his previous life, didn’t even wear loincloths.

In reality, these disgusting creatures couldn’t even be bothered to wear clothes, exposing their entire bodies.

Their depictions in anime were just to get past the censors.

Wilderness Bandits who couldn’t even scrape together a full set of clothes certainly couldn’t afford weapons. Discovering an iron mine in the Wilderness was like finding a huge pile of unmined Gold Coins.

This was the kind of thing Levi often dreamed about. But when he woke up the next morning, the only thing left was the drool at the corner of his mouth; the iron mine would have vanished. He never expected it to become a reality today.

As for dreaming about gold or silver mines, Levi didn’t dare have such dreams.

If a gold or silver mine were discovered in the Wilderness, the skies above his territory would be swarming with Griffin Knights within two days.

After all, gold mines have a tendency to attract the Debei Army.

As the young rider continued his tale, Levi began to understand the whole situation.

To put it simply, Baisitina’s people had discovered an iron mine and were mining it in secret. But somehow, the Northern Barbarians of the Kas Mountain Range found out.

The Clan Leader of the Dala Tribe was ostensibly trying to marry Baisitina, but in reality, he wanted to annex their tribe and seize the iron mine—killing two birds with one stone.

When his repeated proposals were rejected, he waited until Jos had taken half of the warriors away, then he showed his true colors and launched an attack, revealing that they had known about the iron mine all along.

"Damn it! Assemble! Assemble!"

The young rider had just finished speaking—before he even had a chance to tell Baisitina that there was a traitor among her people—when Levi began to roar orders.

The Beastman Barbarians, who were still cleaning up the battlefield, quickly formed up into a square formation.

"Levi, what are you doing?"

Baisitina jumped, not knowing why Levi was suddenly assembling his warriors.

"What am I doing? I’m going to crush the Dala Tribe, of course!!!"

Levi sneered, his voice vicious.

’He’d seen people snatch food from a tiger’s mouth before, but this was the first time he’d seen someone try to snatch a *gold mine* from one!’

’That’s right. He already considered this iron mine his own.’

’With this iron mine, not only would High Cliff Castle’s financial crisis be instantly resolved, but he could also start building a proper castle. He could prepare to buy Elves and Beast-eared Maidens and begin living the shameless, hedonistic life of a true noble.’

’Looks like today calls for a little blitzkrieg on the Dala Tribe.’

Although the Beastman Barbarians had just been through a major battle, thanks to Level Twelve Medical Treatment and the fact that Levi had just leveled them up, their stamina was already fully restored. They were even more energetic than before the fight.

Baisitina, thinking Levi was doing all this for her tribe, looked at him with a moved expression.

"Levi, thank you. I’ll go tell Jos to bring all the Feder Warriors. We’ll go together."

"No need. Just have Jos watch over High Cliff Castle for me."

Levi flatly rejected Baisitina’s proposal.

’He wasn’t about to run all the way to the Kas Mountain Range just to come back and find his own home had been raided.’

’Besides, a larger group would inevitably slow down their march, and complications could easily arise.’

Baisitina hesitated for a moment before nodding. In the past, she would have insisted that Jos bring their men no matter what.

After all, Levi only had fifty men, while the Dala Tribe had four to five hundred warriors. Rushing over would have been useless.

But after witnessing the terrifying strength of his troops today, Baisitina now naturally trusted Levi.

After giving Jos his instructions for High Cliff Castle, she turned to Levi with a determined expression and said.

"Levi, I’m going with you."

Levi nodded. That was exactly what he had in mind.

’After all, neither he nor his Barbarians were familiar with the paths inside the Kas Mountain Range. They needed a guide.’

’Besides, bringing Baisitina along would make it easier to coordinate with the Feder Remnants.’

Levi was a man of swift and decisive action. He lifted Baisitina onto a horse.

He slapped the horse’s rump and broke into a run to keep up.

He still had another battle to fight today, and he couldn’t be bothered to take off his armor. Taking it off and putting it back on was too much trouble.

Anyway, the two-hundred-plus pounds of armor felt like nothing to him, not affecting his speed in the slightest.

A small team of nearly fifty people set out once more. They faced the light breeze of the Wilderness, treading through ankle-deep ryegrass that rippled like waves of wheat, advancing toward their goal like warriors of old.