Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Compared to goblins, kobolds are much more pleasing to the eye.

They have lizard-like heads, are small in stature, but have thicker limbs than goblins, and their skin is covered in tiny scales.

Their tails are short and somewhat rat-like.

It is said that they are named kobolds because their cries sound like dogs.

These creatures are naturally cunning and timid, living in dark underground nests or caves, so they can see even in pitch-black environments.

They can be said to be born as reserve miners.

Their diet is varied, but they do not eat intelligent creatures.

Compared to the inherently evil and chaotic evil goblins, they should be considered lawful neutral creatures.

"Who among you is the leader?"

Li Wei looked down at the group of prisoners, surrounded by a group of green-skinned muscular giants with their arms crossed, sneering, their huge shadows covering the prisoners, creating a sense of oppression.

As soon as he spoke, all the kobolds hurriedly squeezed to both sides, quickly isolating an elderly kobold in the middle.

"Ol… Old Master… I am."

Old Neil looked at the cold gazes sweeping over him and said tremblingly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

In his heart, he cursed these little dogs for having no conscience, selling him out so quickly.

"Have you learned human knowledge?" Li Wei asked.

This old dog actually knows how to call him Old Master, which is as rare as someone calling him 'handsome' on the street.

"Some merchant caravans once stayed in our tribe and taught me some simple common language and writing."

Old Neil seemed to see a glimmer of hope for his life. Seeing that Li Wei seemed to value this, he quickly said.

"He's actually an intellectual."

Li Wei was greatly surprised. In the chaotic and ignorant wilderness, finding a literate native is as difficult as finding a white-skinned black person in Africa.

Old Neil, who had been secretly observing Li Wei's expression, also breathed a slight sigh of relief.

This human should not attack him.

He just doesn't know what this intellectual thing is, but judging from the human's appearance, he seems to value it very much.

"Originally, your attack on my caravan meant that death was your only end, but I, your Old Master, am magnanimous. You only need to serve me to be spared the death penalty," Li Wei said, putting on the airs of a nobleman.

Old Neil quickly knelt on the ground to show his loyalty.

For him, he would do anything as long as he could live, not to mention that kobolds originally survived by attaching themselves to powerful races.

"What's your name?"

"Old Master, my name is Old Neil."

"Very good, you will continue to be the head of your kobolds in the future."

After Li Wei finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the goblins. These despicable rats immediately looked at him with fawning expressions.

"Take them all away."

Compared to intentionally cultivating these kobolds into miners, Li Wei hadn't figured out what to do with these goblins.

But whatever, just take them all to the place where he plans to develop the territory first.

The so-called developing the territory is just finding a place in this wilderness and then directly occupying it.

So a lot of preparation is needed.

Currently, Li Wei does not lack supplies and armed guards, but he lacks labor.

These goblins and kobolds are excellent for chopping trees or paving roads.

The main idea is to make the best use of waste.

He ordered ten orcs to guard these human resources, and the remaining orcs began to clean up the battlefield.

Unfortunately, Li Wei shouldn't have expected these wilderness beggars to have any good spoils of war. Apart from wooden sticks and iron pieces, there was nothing valuable.

Li Wei helplessly ordered the orcs to recover the javelins.

"H… Head… Head," an orc suddenly called out to Li Wei, unusually hesitant.

"What's wrong?"

"I… I seem to have felt the power of the War God's gift."

He looked down at his thick arms, clenched his fists, and his expression was puzzled.

The orcs, who had just dispersed, suddenly swarmed over again.

Frankly speaking, and in all honesty, they were half-believing and half-doubting about their leader being the War God.

After all, although their leader's strength was indeed inhumanly strong, what kind of god would be so down on his luck that he would need to sell his sword to equip them with a decent set of equipment?

Perhaps this is not the War God, but the God of Poverty.

But…

This orc warrior closed his eyes and carefully sensed it. The power that suddenly appeared in his body was definitely different from the slow growth brought about by his own day and night training.

Thinking carefully, this power seemed to appear when he stepped on a kobold to death, which was exactly the same as what the leader had said before.

"This is the gift from the War God's recognition. You will become the War God's warriors and gain unparalleled power in battle!"

The way the leader gave his speech at that time was very much like an unscrupulous merchant selling magic potions in the tribe, so everyone was absent-minded at the time, but now that they think about it…

Muto waited for a long time but didn't hear anything. Looking at the constipated expression on his fellow tribesman's face, he slapped him on the head and glared: "What are you doing, pretending to be a ghost? Spit it out if you have something to say!"

Compared to the orc barbarians whose expressions were beginning to become suspicious.

Zart hugged his chest with an old and steady expression, with a look of pride on his face. He had experienced the War God's power bestowed by the leader two years ago.

He had told these fellow orcs about it before, but no one believed him. Now that the facts are in front of them, they can't possibly not believe him, right?

"Head, actually I felt it too." At this time, another orc barbarian said, but he was much more straightforward.

After brewing for a moment, he directly waved the giant axe in his hand. In an instant, the wind howled, and the axe wind was strong. As a heavy weapon, the giant axe did not have any fancy axe skills, only the dull sound of breaking through the air and the door-wide axe blade were frightening.

These fifty orcs grew up in the same tribe, and they knew each other's strength better than they knew themselves. The current performance is already comparable to that of Muto, and it cannot be explained by just being in good condition.

"Not bad." Li Wei smiled indifferently, looking unfathomable.

If these orcs had seen the archbishops of those churches, they would have found that the expressions of the two were exactly the same.

The experience required for the third-tier "Orc Warrior" to advance to the fourth-tier "Orc Champion" is not a lot. In fact, apart from these two orcs, there were more than a dozen orcs who also leveled up in this battle.

But Li Wei didn't have enough money…

Therefore, someone eager to fool the orcs could only temporarily upgrade two of the orcs.

It is worth mentioning that upgrading troops in the game comes with matching equipment, but now Li Wei has to buy them separately in the system store.

This made him extremely depressed and also felt that the army was a thorough gold-swallowing beast.

He became increasingly anxious about making money.

With the example of two orcs receiving the War God's power gift in front of them, the orcs looked at each other and saw eagerness in each other's eyes.