Mount & Blade: Pendor Becomes a Dominator Starting with the Creation of a Self-Established Knigh

Time seemed to freeze when Rogge picked up the Dragonbone Axe.

Not far away, the pupils of several pirates who were fighting with Ivar and his three companions suddenly shrank, their faces instantly freezing, and then replaced by unbelievable terror.

Their powerful leader has actually fallen!

Their minds went blank; they simply couldn't accept this cruel reality.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

"Chief Stan is a warrior favored by the Lord of Storms, how could he possibly die at the hands of a flock of sheep!"

"Leader, get up!"

Seeing this, the high-ranking pirates launched an even more frenzied attack.

However, the first to give in were the four mercenary riders who were already terrified.

The mercenary rider leader had just been injured in the calf by a rolling log, and now even the slightest movement was excruciatingly painful. He was being swept along by the pirates behind him, enduring the pain as they charged forward.

When Stan launched the attack, he held the dragonbone axe to Stan's neck, the cold blade brushing against his skin, and the aura of death still lingered in his mind.

He and his men were not originally from the Kare tribe; they were just mercenaries!

These freelance warriors are only willing to work for leaders who offer the highest price!

In their world, "pursuing bounty and avoiding death" is a fundamental principle ingrained in their very being; no honor or loyalty is worth exchanging one's life for.

Stan had just threatened them with death, forcing them to be at the forefront. Along the way, they had already lost most of their companions. If they weren't afraid of being purged by Stan afterward, they would have run away long ago.

Just then, the mercenary leader happened to glance at Stan lying in a pool of blood, the dragon bone axe firmly held in the hand of a blood-soaked youth.

His deepest fear of death broke through all his defenses in an instant, and he completely collapsed.

"The leader is dead! Leader Stan is dead! Run!"

"Don't block my way! Get out of my way! Let me pass!"

He screamed and frantically pushed aside the pirates blocking his way, then limped and fled down the mountain.

The other three hired riders, as if waking from a dream, immediately fled in disarray.

They had no will to fight in the first place.

Previously, the only thing that could restrain them was Stan's military intimidation, but now that pirate leader has become a cold corpse!

They have no reason to stay here and die!

Four hired riders thrashed about in the dense horde of pirates, pushing and shoving their way back.

This sudden rout was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating a huge uproar within the pirate ranks.

The second-tier Vanskerry raiders, who were originally charging upwards, suddenly saw their front-line mercenary riders turn around and flee as if they had gone mad, and their advance came to an abrupt halt.

It seems something has happened to Chief Stan…

"Is Chief Stan really dead?"

"Impossible! How could our leader, who is so powerful, be killed by these farmers!" Someone was still stubbornly insisting, but the hand holding the weapon was already trembling uncontrollably.

In the darkness, many pirates could not see the specific situation ahead, but the shouts of "Our leader is dead" spread rapidly among the crowd like a plague, instantly engulfing the entire pirate group.

Many of the raiders in the front row who had witnessed Stan fall in a pool of blood were now completely devastated.

"The leader is really dead! Run!"

Led by several hired riders, many low-ranking pirates also fled in disarray.

The collapse of morale often happens in an instant; once the first person turns around, countless others will follow suit.

Rogge keenly noticed the immense chaos that had erupted within the pirate formation.

He gripped the dragon bone axe tightly, took a deep breath, and shouted with all his might, "Your leader is dead! Surrender and you will not be killed!"

His voice pierced through the cacophony of shouts and clearly reached the ears of every pirate.

Upon hearing this, the team members, who were engaged in a fierce battle with the pirates, were taken aback at first, and then burst into a deafening cheer.

Their morale soared, and they swung their arms with even greater force, shouting in unison:

"Surrender and you will not be killed!"

"Surrender and you will not be killed..."

The sounds converged, echoing through the valley, and exploded in the ears of every pirate like thunder.

The villagers also heard this inspiring shout, and the fear on their faces vanished instantly, replaced by indescribable excitement and exhilaration.

More than a hundred villagers simultaneously raised their farm tools and wooden sticks, and shouted loudly:

"Surrender and you will not be killed!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, "You're surrounded!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than hundreds of villagers rushed out from the depths of the camp, each holding a torch.

They carried all sorts of rudimentary weapons: machetes, hoes, and some even carried sharpened wooden sticks.

The fearless support of these hundreds of villagers became the final straw that broke the pirates' psychological defenses.

Seeing the dense array of torches and the ever-approaching figures ahead, and hearing the deafening shouts in their ears, the last psychological defenses of those who were still hesitating collapsed.

"We're really surrounded!"

"Run! Run or it'll be too late!"

More and more pirates joined the fleeing ranks, and the originally orderly attack formation instantly collapsed.

However, not everyone in the pirate group chose to flee.

A fourth-tier Vanskerry warrior's eyes instantly turned red as he watched his subordinates flee like a tidal wave.

He roared and swung his longsword, killing a raider who was running past him with a single blow.

Blood splattered on his face, making him look particularly ferocious.

"Don't run! I'll kill anyone who runs!" he roared hoarsely, trying to stop the rout.

However, his deterrent measures have become ineffective.

Without Stan as their leader, the morale of the entire team has collapsed.

The fleeing crowds were like a flood bursting its banks, unstoppable.

His roar was quickly drowned out by the cacophony of shouts.

Many third- and fourth-tier pirates looked at each other, their faces showing despair.

They are the core strength of Leader Stan, the true warriors.

But now, the massive rout of the Tier 2 raiders has completely exposed their flanks to enemy attacks.

"Let's retreat! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!" a third-tier pirate said, his voice trembling.

"We can't retreat!"

Another fourth-tier warrior whirled around, shouting, "We are warriors of the Storm Lord! How can we run away like cowards!"

"We must retrieve the chief's body! Otherwise, Chief Godot will not forgive us!"

Stan's death did not break their will; instead, it aroused their final ferocity.

Led by three fourth-tier warriors, more than ten third-tier pirates not only did not retreat, but launched an even more frenzied counterattack.

But by this time, most of the pirates had already fled, and the pressure on the team members had been greatly reduced.

The shield formation in front firmly withstood their charge, while at the same time, Ivar led three knights to flank from the side, and Rogge also charged into the battle with his dragonbone axe.

With Ivar's help, Rogge's dragonbone axe slammed into the neck of a fourth-tier pirate.

Blood gushed out, and a hideous head rolled to the ground.

With the last fourth-tier pirate decapitated, all the remaining pirates who resisted were quickly wiped out by the team members, dying on the spot.

The battle is finally over.

Roger, leaning on his dragonbone axe, gasped for breath, as if all his strength had been drained, and nearly collapsed to the ground.

He raised his head and glanced at the battlefield before him.

The narrow ramp was now piled high with corpses.

It wasn't just pirates, but also quite a few of our own team members.

Of the original thirty-odd elite team members, only a dozen or so remain standing.

They were all covered in blood and utterly exhausted.

Many people collapsed onto the pile of corpses, too weak to even lift their hands.

Seeing this scene, Roger felt an indescribable pang of pain in his heart.

His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it hard for him to breathe.

These team members were all trained by him. Those familiar faces, who were laughing and training with him yesterday, are now gone forever.

A wave of exhaustion washed over him, as if he were carrying a heavy burden, making even breathing difficult.

He really wanted to just sit there, clear his mind, and not think about anything.

But reason told him that this was definitely not the time to rest.

Although the pirates had fled, no one knew whether they would return with reinforcements.

Roger gritted his teeth and slammed the dragonbone axe in his hand into the ground. He took out a small cloth bag made of coarse cloth from his pocket, which contained his last remaining experience candies.

He handed the bag to Virgil, who was standing next to him.

"Give five pills to the seriously injured, and one or two to the slightly injured. Do everything you can to save the team members' lives!"

"I understand!" Virgil nodded vigorously. He didn't even have time to rest. He took the bag and immediately ran towards the wounded.

Roger then turned around and walked to the group of young and strong villagers who had come to help.

Hundreds of young men stood there, holding torches, their faces still showing the excitement of participating in the battle and driving away the pirates.

When they saw Roger, covered in blood but still standing tall, everyone instinctively fell silent.

Standing before hundreds of young men, Roger took a deep breath and spoke loudly:

"Everyone!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange power, and the previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent.

Only the crackling of the burning torches remained on the field; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

This imposing presence was forged by Rogge through real combat.

Without wasting any words, Roger scanned the room and quickly began assigning tasks:

"You ten, immediately go down the steep slope and keep watch. If you spot any pirates, come back and report immediately!"

"You ten, immediately return to the back mountain, go and bring back all the women and children, and tell them that the pirates will come again, and even more will come!"

Those who are willing to move with me, come back... We need to be quick, time is of the essence!

The twenty young men assigned the tasks did not hesitate and immediately turned around and ran in their respective directions.

"The rest of the people..."

"This batch is responsible for cleaning up the battlefield!"

Remember, work in groups of several. Before looting their equipment, finish them off with spears to make sure every pirate is dead, to prevent anyone from feigning death to launch a sneak attack!

"Pile all the weapons we found together, and strip the armor off the pirates' corpses. These are all things we can use later."

"Second batch, those who are strong and healthy, go and make stretchers immediately! We have many wounded soldiers, and we'll need to carry them on our journey later!"

Roger didn't consult with them; instead, he directly issued orders and told them what to do.

Hundreds of able-bodied men immediately sprang into action, without the slightest hesitation.

At this moment, Roger was the backbone of all of them.

Seeing the villagers busily getting to work in an orderly fashion, Luo Ge breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to his team members.

At this moment, the surviving team members had put down their weapons and were bandaging the wounds of their injured comrades.

Virgil returned from the nearby militia and handed the remaining half-bag of experience candies to Rogge:

"The job is done, and all the wounded have been fed!"

Roger nodded and took the bag.

Experience candy can strengthen the body and keep you alive, but it cannot stop the loss of blood.

The most important thing right now is to treat the wounded soldiers' wounds. Even if it's not possible to do that, at least we should stop the bleeding.

His gaze fell on a spot not far away, where the remains of more than a dozen fallen team members had been neatly arranged together.

Looking at those familiar faces, Roger felt a heavy weight in his heart, and even breathing became difficult.

But he had no time to wallow in grief!

Rogge strode over to a player whose arm had been severed.

The team member's severed arm had been tightly bandaged with cloth strips, but blood was still seeping out from time to time.

His face was as pale as paper, his breath was weak, and he had fallen into a semi-comatose state.

Without hesitation, Roger took out five more experience candies and carefully fed them into his mouth.

The larger the dose, the stronger the effect of strengthening the body, and the greater the chance of survival.

He circled around again and found that most of the team members were injured, but fortunately none of them were fatal.

They heard Old Kui's faint voice giving instructions from not far away.

Roger turned around and his gaze first fell on Old Quay's severed hand.

At this moment, Lao Kui's severed hand had been firmly bandaged. Although his face was as pale as paper, he was still methodically directing the villagers to clean up the battlefield and reminding them to be careful.

Seeing Rogge approach, Old Quay forced a smile: "Chief Rogge, we won..."

Roger nodded, bent down slightly, and carefully examined Old Qui's wounds. Old Qui had completely lost an arm...

"Old Kui, focus on recovering. We'll take care of things here."

Old Kui waved his hand, his voice still firm: "It's alright, I won't die. I can handle this minor injury."

Roger nodded, said nothing more, and turned to stand beside Aino.

At this moment, the girl was sitting on the ground, leaning against a rock.

Her mouth was covered in blood, and although the girl was pale, her eyes were still bright and she was quietly looking at Roger.

"How is it?" Roger crouched down and asked softly.

Aino looked up at him, said nothing, and simply shook her head gently.

Seeing this, Roger didn't know the extent of her injuries.

My own insight panel doesn't include internal injury scanning; it only displays a status: