Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"How is it going, boss? I'm a professional at catching crocodiles."

Muto triumphantly pulled the dying goblin from the serrated crocodile's mouth and tossed it aside, grabbing the serrated crocodile by the tail and lifting it up.

"Just this once," Li Wei said with a helpless shake of his head, hands behind his back, wondering if he should give it a try himself.

After all, he was a qualified angler in his previous life, and he couldn't help but feel a little itchy.

Muto was not only good at catching crocodiles but also adept at processing them.

This crocodile was quite plump, and after gutting it, there would be at least a hundred pounds of meat, which was placed into two large iron pots for stewing.

With just some coarse salt and wild scallions added, a rich aroma wafted through the air.

The kobolds and goblins beside them couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their crocodile entrails mixed with weeds and rough flour paste suddenly losing their appeal.

If it weren't for the fifty menacing muscle-bound brutes, they would have pounced on it to fight for it.

The well-informed Li Wei took a sip from his bowl of soup and praised it repeatedly. The fish soup was incredibly delicious, as if even the fatigue of days of roughing it had been dispelled.

In the camp, a row of muscular men squatted on the ground, slurping soup from their bowls in unison.

Together with the sound of Adam's apples bobbing, they formed a melodious movement in the wilderness.

"You… hey, you! Come over here."

Li Wei suddenly waved towards the kobold ranks.

"Master, my name is Old Neil." Confirming that Li Wei was looking at him, Old Neil trotted over with a wooden bowl in hand, a look of obsequiousness on his face: "Is there anything you need me to do, Old Neil?"

"This is a reward for you." Li Wei scooped out a large piece of jade-white fish meat from the iron pot and placed it in his bowl.

Just as Old Neil was stunned, Li Wei patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Old Neil, right? I think highly of you, don't let me down."

Old Neil was overwhelmed by the favor and nodded repeatedly: "I will definitely not let Master down!"

"Go on, work hard. There might be a place for you in my team in the future."

When Old Neil returned to his position, he felt as if everything that had just happened was a dream, and the words in his mind made his mood fluctuate.

Finally, the aroma from the wooden bowl pulled him back to reality, and the fist-sized piece of fish made his mouth water.

He glanced at the black paste-like food in the broken bowls of the other kobolds and goblins and the envious eyes.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority.

It seemed that joining this human master was not a wrong decision.

However, soon, the red eyes and eager movements of those goblins and kobolds frightened him.

These lowly creatures might not dare to snatch food from those orc brutes, but they would definitely dare to snatch it from him!

His old arms and legs would definitely not be able to beat these little bastards.

A flash of inspiration struck him, and he quickly shouted to his tribe: "Dog One, Dog Two."

Two of the strongest kobolds emerged from the ranks.

"Chieftain."

Although they called out, their eyes never left the fish, and saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths.

"I need you two to be my guards. I'll give you half of the fish later," Old Neil said quickly and concisely.

These two kobolds were the strongest of his offspring, but their brains were a little slow.

Hearing this, the two kobolds immediately stood guard behind Old Neil, glaring at the tribesmen and goblins in front of them.

They didn't know what guards were, but they understood that they would get a portion of the fish, and that these damn goblins were trying to steal their fish!

The goblins, who had long been unable to restrain themselves, instantly pounced on them, and the two sides wrestled together.

Despite being outnumbered, these green-skinned dwarves were generally only one and a half spans tall, while the two kobolds were sturdy and a full one and six spans tall.

For a time, they were actually held back by the two kobolds.

As for the kobolds, although they were also staring at the fish, they had not yet made a move.

Because Old Neil was not only their nominal chieftain, but also, in terms of human family concepts, at least half of them were his offspring.

Old Neil, afraid that the two guards would not be enough to resist the goblins, shouted sternly at his tribesmen again.

"This is the food bestowed upon me by that noble master. As long as we serve him well, you can get it too. Now, the first step is to help me teach these damn goblins a lesson! Let them know that we are the master's most loyal servants!"

The kobolds first looked at each other, a little hesitant, but eventually all showed fierce expressions and joined the melee. Forty kobolds quickly beat the twenty or so goblins to the ground.

Li Wei, who was watching from a distance, nodded in satisfaction. This Old Neil was a little smarter than he thought, and he could cultivate him further.

"Go keep an eye on them, don't let them die."

The orc brutes, who were watching the show with bowls in their hands, quickly shoveled the rice into their mouths after hearing their boss's instructions, wiped their mouths, and walked over.

As several orcs approached, the intense pressure immediately made the kobolds stop their movements and stand there somewhat at a loss.

The orcs, following their boss's instructions, poured the remaining soup and bone scraps from the iron pot into a wooden bucket and brought it to Old Neil.

"The boss said, you can dispose of these things."

The orc brute finished speaking in a muffled voice and left without looking back.

If Li Wei hadn't ordered it, he wouldn't have wanted to say a word to these wasteland rats. Jackals are not worthy to be with lions!

Old Neil looked up and saw Li Wei, who was sitting on a rock in the distance, smiling at him.

He was immediately flattered, feeling that everything he had just done had been recognized, and his figure couldn't help but straighten up a bit.

At the same time, he said to the kobolds, bluffing and blustering: "Did you see that? This is the food the master bestowed upon us. As long as we serve the master well, we won't have to go hungry anymore."

After speaking, he also knew that his puppies were about to lose control, so he picked up a soup spoon and began to organize them to come up one by one to receive a spoonful of fish soup.

Among them, in the bowls of Dog One and Dog Two, he put the only two small pieces of fish.

The well-fed kobolds lay contentedly on the grass, rubbing their round bellies. They had never eaten anything so delicious.

The salt and the visible beads of oil filled the missing part of them.

And the goblins not only ate some paste mixed with foreign objects, but also got a beating, one by one half-dead and huddled together to keep warm.

Perfectly interpreting that the joys and sorrows between beasts are not the same.

The next day, the convoy set off again.

As the sun was about to set, the group finally found a trace of civilization on this land.

It was a small wooden house on a hill. The afterglow of the setting sun was in a clever position, gilding the green grassy hill and the small wooden house with a layer of gold, magnificent and dazzling.