Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 117: Killed in one blow, nothing to say
"Boss, shall we start killing?"

In the trench, Zat stood beside Levi, holding a double-edged axe the size of a person, and asked in a low voice.

"Wait a little longer, those Miluotaos haven't made a move yet."

The lord was calmly wiping his two-handed sword. The opponent was obviously sure of victory, so he was sending his warriors to the battlefield in an orderly manner.

Now we have just let the Lizardmen come on the field.

It is said that soldiers fight against soldiers and generals fight against generals. If they show up at this time, they will appear like unknown minor characters.

The specially made harpoon and giant shield were not suitable for this scene, so Levi put them into the system space so that he could take them out and use them directly when the dragon appeared.

Faced with such a crowded battlefield, the giant sword is obviously the most suitable weapon for mowing the grass. It only needs to rotate a circle to clear a blank area.

Originally, the lord was worried that the other side would send gnolls here or to the reed marsh to check, but his worries were obviously unnecessary.

They are just a bunch of wilderness bumpkins, not military masters. It is already valuable that they know some military knowledge of formations, but they certainly cannot take care of issues such as ambushes and deadly attacks.

As time passed, even the Lizardmen were defeated by the shield formation and sharp bows and arrows, and the Gorgon could no longer sit still.

Although the humans seemed few in number, the huge number of Lizardmen warriors could not even break through the shield formation and could only leave corpses in front of the shield formation.

Gorgon realized that he had underestimated the enemy and that these humans were even stronger than he had expected.

They are like reefs in the sea, seemingly thin and fragile, but cannot be shaken at all by wind and waves.

The minotaurs, who had long been unable to contain themselves, joined the battlefield panting and with red eyes.

For this group of Milatos, only fighting can make them feel happy.

Hundreds of minotaurs weighing thousands of pounds launched a charge, which was no less than a thousand horses galloping, and their momentum was even greater.

No matter where the three-blade-high body is placed, it is simply impossible to cross the height.

"Damn it, brothers, start killing!"

Putting the iron bucket helmet on his head, Levi, wearing three layers of iron armor, bent his legs and jumped onto the trench and rushed out first.

"My axe is thirsty!"

Zat also shouted at the top of his voice, wanting to jump out as handsomely as the lord. Unfortunately, he was also wearing three layers of iron armor and could only jump up to the height of a blade. He could not jump over the trench with a blade of sixty or seventy percent.

In the end, I had no choice but to use my hands and feet to climb up.

As for the other orcs, there is no need to mention them, they can't even reach one blade.

Fifty fully armed orcs were as swift as leopards, brandishing their weapons like thousands of horses rushing out of a stall, and they all rushed forward at once.

"kill!"

In order to hide his embarrassment, after climbing out, Zat waved his giant axe and roared.

The roars gathered in unison and turned into rolling thunder in the air: "Kill!"

"ambush?"

This horrible thought almost made Gorgon's heart stop, and then it started beating even more violently.

To be honest, ambush is an ancient but effective tactic that is often used by both humans and locals. Logically, Gorgon should have thought of it earlier.

However, commanding a legion of nearly four thousand people had exhausted all his energy and he was unable to take care of other things at all, so he subconsciously forgot about these things.

The dragon army was the ladder for it to realize its ambitions, but it was not its private property, and it absolutely could not bear the consequences of defeat. Fortunately, the ambushed enemy troops did not surge like a tide as imagined, with only forty or fifty people. Although they were well-equipped, the dragon army had a ten-fold advantage in numbers.

This advantage is enough to make up for the gap.

"Let the Minotaur turn around!" Gorgon didn't want to waste any more time.

Although this group of people were well-equipped, their size was like that of dwarfs compared to Milotaurs, especially the leader, Iron Can, who was said to be a minotaur cub who was just one month old, and no one believed it.

Fortunately, the Milotaurs had just joined the battlefield and had not yet gone berserk and lost their minds, so they were still able to obey orders.

The sound of heavy cow hooves began to sound again, but the location had obviously changed.

There was no need for testing or chatting, as the two sides were instantly furious as soon as they came into contact.

"Moo!"

Leading the way was an elite minotaur that was rare even in Milotaurs, at least a master at the level of a team leader. He raised his head and let out a shocking roar like a wild beast, and smashed the head of this arrogant villain with a rusty hammer.

The lord had no intention of backing down, and slashed forward with the giant sword in his hand, which was big enough to serve as a bed for a child.

In mid-air, when the giant sword and the giant hammer collided, there was a loud bang like thunder, which hurt people's eardrums.

The opponents seem to be mismatched in strength, but in fact the outcome has already been determined.

The rusty hammer was hit back by the giant sword's unmatched force and rammed hard into the minotaur's facial bones. Blood spurted out like a floodgate opened.

This warrior, who was as tall and strong as a little giant and full of courage, did not even say a word. His huge body shook and he fell on his back to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

These old members of the orcs from High Cliff Castle have grown larger with the power of the system. Compared to their height of about two-edged swords and three-foot when they first joined the orcs, they are all above two-edged swords and five-foot.

But compared to Milotaus, it still only reached the opponent's chest, a whole circle smaller.

The diverse life forms have always followed one rule: size and strength are often proportional. The power contained in one thousand pounds of body weight is greater than that in five hundred pounds.

Therefore, powerful races are often very tall, such as trolls and monsters.

According to this rule, the strength of the orc barbarians is less than that of the Miluotaos because they are much smaller in size.

The crushing power brought by this body size cannot be compensated by sophisticated weapons and equipment.

Everyone present agreed with this.

The Gorgons were even looking forward to the Milutinovics smashing the iron cans into discus.

The two warring parties collided with each other without fear, and the sounds of shouting and weapons clashing were as fierce as a storm.

A moment later, a scene that shocked everyone happened.

Milotaurs was actually the one who was knocked down. Gorgon even saw the two sides fighting head-on, and it was the Minotaur whose weapon was knocked flying.

The simplest and purest brute force brings the most shocking visual impact.

For a moment, Gorgon even wondered if he was dreaming.

It can also deal with Militaus, but not as easily.

The Minotaur's battle line was pushed up little by little. This was the first time that their battle line was counterattacked by others. They roared angrily and tried to fight back, but it was still useless.

In this situation, the Miluotaos were completely furious, and a visible bloody aura enveloped them.

(End of this chapter)