Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The rear command of the wilderness people.

The silver armor that closely fit the body's curves perfectly showcased Iliya's graceful figure. This armor, made of a special material, offered excellent defense but was extremely lightweight.

Therefore, her chest could be seen rising and falling noticeably, indicating her considerable anger.

Just when she was about to wipe out this human squad, that human powerhouse emerged from who knows where again.

What she found most unacceptable was that the Drow priest, who had been captured only in the morning, unexpectedly surrendered in the evening, and then used magic to turn against her own people.

Wasn't this the same as openly cuckolding her?

Iliya knew the nature of these lowly people, but she still didn't expect them to surrender so quickly.

Especially that human wearing iron armor, who was terrifyingly strong, even causing her to feel a bit of fear in her heart, a fear of losing control of the situation.

Even the strongest martial arts master in her family could only deal with four or five Minotaurs at most, but what was she seeing now?

With a light sweep of the greatsword, there was a pile of severed limbs and minced meat, just like slaughtering sheep... no, slaughtering sheep wasn't even this fast. More accurately, the other party was completely mowing grass.

Whether the opponent was a Minotaur or a goblin, they fell one after another in front of him. The only difference was that the goblin's slender bones would explode instantly upon touching the greatsword, turning into a pile of minced meat, while the Minotaur's bones would be crushed, collapsing on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Kill them! They must be left here!"

Iliya roared constantly to mask the fear in her heart.

Enke Bloodhoof, standing beside her, spoke in a muffled thunder-like voice, but it contained a hint of helplessness: "My lord, our warriors have suffered heavy losses, and most of them have already developed a desire to retreat. It's already very difficult to take them down."

As the Minotaur chieftain, Enke understood very well.

The tribal warriors had been fighting from day until now, which was already extremely difficult. As a result, just when they were about to take down the other side, the enemy's reinforcements arrived, delivering a heavy blow.

This kind of blow, like climbing to the top of a snowy peak only to fall back down the cliff, was something that even the most elite warriors couldn't withstand.

"Enke, don't you want to save your Minotaur calves?"

Iliya's gaze swept over, full of warning.

"Don't forget our agreement."

"..." Enke was silent, then effortlessly lifted the crescent moon great axe beside him, which was as huge as a Minotaur: "My lord, I will personally supervise the battle. Anyone who retreats will regret it for the rest of their life!"

Three hundred Minotaur warriors wearing iron armor, with only blood-red eyes showing from their helmets, came to the rear of the wilderness coalition army, panting heavily, and spread out their formation. Their hill-like, majestic bodies were stretched straight, standing like a black city wall.

Anyone who retreated would taste the thunderous methods of these Minotaurs.

The tide-like wilderness people were once again urged to join the battlefield by the supervising officers, and the leather whips in their hands cracked loudly.

Under this heavy pressure, the wilderness people once again erupted with unimaginable morale.

The lord, who was burying his head in the charge, clearly felt that the opponent's offensive had not decreased, but had become even more violent.

Looking up, after so long of fighting, the number of opponents had not decreased, but was still increasing their forces.

"Damn it, this is crazy." Li Wei cursed and swept his sword again, cutting down the enemies within reach.

"Lord, they clearly want to keep us here."

Panta said, panting, with a grave expression.

To be honest, it wasn't the first time he had fought against the wilderness natives, but those makeshift teams were often defeated and routed after a few charges.

It was nothing like now, where they were all bloodshot and desperately filling the ranks.

Even a regular army was no more than this.

"Leave us here? Then let's see who ends up staying here!" Li Wei sneered.

A new round of fighting began again.

The Minotaur's combat power was indeed commendable, being the only formidable force that could slightly delay the lord's team from implementing their interspersed tactics.

"Archers and magic users, aim at these Minotaurs!" He shouted backward, regardless of whether they could hear him.

Although he didn't care about these Minotaurs, the soldiers of the Thorns Legion behind him, and even the Pandaren warriors, had to put in some effort to deal with them.

Although there were many enemies, only the Minotaurs, pig-headed men, ogres, and other races could put some pressure on them. The goblins and kobolds were the most numerous, but their role was completely to just beat the drums from the sidelines.

The Panta warriors he led could still cope, but the Thorns Legion had been in a difficult and bitter battle from the beginning.

Lizardmen and hobgoblins were the real backbone of this coalition army, with both combat power and numbers above average.

The vassal warriors, who were more numerous than them, weren't as strong as them. The Minotaurs and ogres, who were better fighters than them, weren't as numerous as them.

Under the command of a hobgoblin with some military knowledge, the hobgoblins actually formed crooked and twisted pike formations in the chaotic crowd. Both discipline and bravery were only barely passable, but their strong bodies allowed them to be on par with some human rabble legions.

Unfortunately, compared to the Thorns Legion, the huge equipment gap made the situation completely one-sided.

Crude, rusty spears could only leave a white mark on the plate armor of the Thorns Legion's heavy infantry, while the Thorns Legion soldiers' fine steel spears could easily poke them into beehives.

In contrast, although lizardmen couldn't stop the soldiers' spears either, the scales on their bodies had a defensive power comparable to a piece of leather armor, preventing them from being directly pierced through with a single shot.

Therefore, even if they were seriously injured and fell to the ground, they still had the power to act, and then continued to pounce, desperately trying to drag down the soldiers of the Thorns Legion.

This kind of life-for-life tactic made the soldiers start to become cautious, which was an indescribable psychological shock.

Once dragged down, they would be dragged into the darkness by the sudden appearance of many hands and feet in the crowd and disappear, leaving only a few creepy screams to alert future generations.

Falling snowflakes landed on the armor and were instantly burned into raindrops, flowing into the inner layer through the gaps, mixing with sweat to wet the body, and then a gust of wind blew, wrapping the body in a coldness, but still unable to extinguish the heat and anger in both sides' hearts.

Both sides were now fighting for survival. If the wilderness people didn't advance, they would be chopped into meat filling by the cold-blooded Minotaurs behind them, and if the Thorns Legion didn't hold on, they would be reduced to food.

There was no simple distinction between good and evil here, only fighting for their respective interests.

Life and blood were being consumed at an extremely terrifying rate.

Li Wei had lost count of how many wilderness people's bones the double-handed greatsword in his hand had smashed. Relying on his unparalleled individual combat power advantage, after slaughtering the first batch of wilderness people, he switched to dual swords because he felt it was inefficient.

Now, the latecomers were almost stepping on the corpses of the former to attack. At a glance, the field of vision was still densely packed with ferocious-looking wilderness people.

He didn't know how long it had been, but a sudden loud noise stirred everyone's minds.

A boulder, wrapped in immense force, shot from the rear and slammed heavily into the wilderness people in front. The boulder rolled down the hillside, crushing the bones of who knows how many wilderness people, and heart-wrenching wails rang out one after another.

"Has Heather's magic recovered again?"

The lord thought subconsciously, but soon realized something was wrong.

Because this was just the most ordinary boulder, with no magic surging on it at all. It was definitely not created by a conjuration spell.

"Lord, it's reinforcements! It's reinforcements!"

Soon, Li Wei's doubts were explained. Sykes shouted excitedly, like a baboon in heat seeing a red butt.

"Thank goodness, our legion commander finally brought people over."

Fukin, who had recovered some magic power, used the snowbird's shared vision to see soldiers with the Thorns Legion flag assembling catapults on the edge of Shadow Forest.

Giants picked up boulders and put them into the stone pockets, and then as they released the winch, the counterweight fell suddenly, and the boulders flew up, crossing hundreds of steps to hit the crowd on the opposite side.

A team of heavy infantry holding steel shields was advancing towards here in an orderly manner, with pikemen and archers behind them.

A typical spear and shield cover, with archers firing in an arc formation.

Although simple, it had to be said that it was exceptionally practical.

The poorly equipped wilderness people were beaten back steadily in the face of this steel forest. Often, before they even got close, they were shot to pieces by the rain of arrows.

They finally reached the shield soldiers, but before they could get close, they were stabbed to the ground by the three-bladed spears, and then trampled over by countless soldiers weighing more than two hundred pounds, and soon they were trampled into a puddle of flesh.

Coupled with the long-range strikes of the catapults, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The wilderness people could no longer withstand this pressure.

The tragic hell of blood and flesh was challenging every nerve of the latecomers. They wailed and threw down the weapons in their hands, abandoned their companions, and began to flee in groups.

No matter how the Minotaur supervisors roared and chopped up how many people, it was to no avail.

It was like an avalanche, which was not something that manpower could stop at all.

The shouts of killing gradually stopped, leaving only the uncontrollable painful sounds of the wounded all over the ground.

"It's finally over. Damn it, for the first time, I think the wilderness people are more difficult to deal with than a regular army." Panta threw down the long knife in his hand and fell on the pile of corpses. The iron-tower-like burly body crushed the corpses, making a creaking sound, and several eyeballs couldn't withstand the pressure and shot out.

"But seriously, Lord, it's really damn fun to charge and kill with you!" Panta grinned, his furry face covered in blood clots, looking extremely terrifying.

Following behind this lord, he didn't have to consider any problems at all, just burying his head in the hack and slash. The opposite side was like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and he could easily reap them by just swinging his weapon.

But it had to be said that it was really tiring.

His arms were now so sore that he couldn't even hold a bamboo pole.

"Oh? Are you interested in following me all the time?" The lord suddenly asked with a smile.

"Haha, the weather is really nice today." Panta looked at the cloudy sky and the goose feather snow, looking like he was admiring the scenery.

He really wanted to slap himself. Why did he talk about this kind of topic for no reason?

In all fairness, this Lord Li was very much to his liking, treating them too well, and his strength was unquestionable, but the Panta clan was a people who valued promises. Having promised Furina, it was impossible for him to defect to someone else.

So it was very uncomfortable to be caught in the middle, and he could only pretend not to hear.

Li Wei didn't force it. Just like boiling a frog in warm water, there was still a long way to go, and whether it would work out would only be known in the future.

Only a few of the Thorns Legion soldiers were still stubbornly maintaining their posture, most of them were supporting each other to find a place to rest. Their gasps gathered together, as if they had collective asthma.

Heather sat on the snow without any image, her two pointed ears constantly trembling, her face pale, but with a knowing smile.

In this battle, she had used all her strength, and there wasn't a drop of magic left. Now she only felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, and couldn't say a word.

But... she had finally defended it.

She would never have to go back to that dark and oppressive world again.

Li Wei took off his helmet and threw it on the ground. The iron clanged and rolled away, and he spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

This wasn't his blood, it was splashed on him by others and finally gathered together.

Although he had taken several heavy blows from the Minotaurs, and his armor and helmet were deformed, he himself was not injured.

Looking around, the ground mixed with blood and mud was covered with chaotic corpses, with all kinds of strange races. Stepping on them could at least walk a hundred steps without touching the ground.

Roughly estimated, this group of wilderness people had lost at least 30% before they couldn't bear the casualties and began to collapse.

This casualty ratio was already comparable to an elite legion.

If someone had told him before that the wilderness people would have to reach at least 30% casualties before they would start to collapse, he would have given them a big slap in the face without hesitation.

If a group of wilderness rabble could reach this casualty ratio, then all the legions in Deber were not even as good as small rabble.

"Are you okay, sir?"

Heather, who had recovered some magic power, walked over. She was proficient in some healing spells. If this lord was injured, she could completely heal him.

Now, most of her future was bet on this lord, and it was impossible for her to watch him get hurt.

"I'm fine."

Li Wei shook his head, tore open the already deformed armor, and every time he tore a layer, piles of flesh and blood fell from it.

Then he stretched his waist and moved his muscles and bones.

Panta was so convinced that he was going to die.

Every one of them was already half dead from exhaustion, and didn't even have the strength to lift their hands.

And this Lord Li, as the main force, clearly had the strength to spare. His physique was as strong as a dragon.

Heather's eyes were shining even more. Drow elves were all fond of the strong, and the stronger this lord was, the more she favored him.

Only the strong were worthy of her service!

Li Wei opened the panel and glanced at it. The experience bar, which had been as stable as an old dog,窜了一大截, and the last bit of blank space only needed another battle to fill.

As his level got higher and higher, his leveling up also began to stagnate.

But good things take time, and with his current strength, every additional attribute point was a huge improvement.

"Everyone, you've worked hard!"

Just then, a strong voice came from behind.