Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 118: Fighting, Cool
As soon as the Minotaurs came into contact, they were chopped down to the ground one after another by the Orc barbarians who were advancing like a hot knife through butter, and the battle line inevitably collapsed.

But after his whole body was covered in red light, his thick muscles became even more swollen, the blue veins on his arms were like winding dragons, fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were terrifyingly red, and the hot breath he exhaled in broad daylight was visible to the naked eye.

They actually managed to briefly hold off the orcs' charge, and the two sides were once again in a stalemate.

"Frenzy!"

Levi was slightly surprised.

What really scares the Wild Heroes about this group of Minotaurs is the innate berserk ability that each of them possesses.

This blood magic can greatly increase their strength and endurance and make them forget the pain.

It can be said that as long as the berserk technique is activated, these Milotaurs will not stop killing unless their physical strength is exhausted.

Although the shortcomings will make them lose their minds, and even be weak for five or six days after the spell ends, this spell can definitely have the effect of turning the tide if used at the right time.

The Minotaur held their weapons and fought the orcs head-on. The so-called light of reason had disappeared in their eyes.

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong enemy after all. The orcs who had been blessed with five times of power by the system were no longer ordinary orcs.

These orc warriors who have followed him from the beginning are the toughest guys. They can use battle axes and war hammers with ease, and their strength is astonishing. No matter how you look at them, they are the elite among the elite and the ace among aces.

When it comes to martial arts, his skills are much more advanced than those of these rustic minotaurs. Even his strength is much stronger than that of a berserk Minotaur.

Facing the Minotaur's head-on confrontation, they were not afraid. With their master-level martial arts, they could easily tease these irrational big guys.

But they chose the most powerful way, roaring and waving their weapons to charge forward.

Clang!
The violent sound of metal colliding was like the wail before defeat, and it only lasted for a few breaths. No matter how the Minotaurs roared, the weapons they smashed down were slowly lifted up by the short men in front of them.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
Rays of silver light flashed by.

The sky was stained with blood and internal organs gushed out.

The Minotaur's frenzy only lasted less than a few minutes before the orcs pushed forward again at a very fast speed.

The orcs automatically formed a cone formation, like a giant rhinoceros that was as unstoppable as a bamboo, violently piercing through everything in front of them.

Levi kicked the Minotaur in front of him away. The terrifying force made the thousand-pound beast fly out like a broken sack and knocked over four or five warriors of the same species.

The minotaur, with his internal organs shattered, finally collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud and could no longer get up.

Unfortunately, this group of frenzied minotaurs had already lost their minds. Facing this terrifying butcher, they still rushed forward with weapons in hand, attempting to trample him under their hooves.

The sharp sword blade was like lightning. Most of them only saw a bright white light before their consciousness gradually sank into nothingness.

"Fighting is fun!"

The lord laughed wildly, left his spearhead position, and rushed straight to the middle area where the Minotaur team had the largest number of people.

The barbarians were used to their leader charging into battle alone once he had killed enough people. Zat took over the position of the lord and led the orcs to continue to attack the tauren. Upward, downward, horizontal, and circular, the giant's strange strength and the giant sword specially made by Fedder blacksmith mixed with mountain copper, the cutting power brought by the combination was terrifying.

The feeling of the sharp blade entering the flesh was as crisp as a watermelon. These strong men who were three blades tall and weighed a thousand pounds were paler and weaker than scarecrows under the lord's sword. The hot blood stained the sky and the foul-smelling internal organs flowed all over the ground.

There were some tough guys like the chieftain who were proud of his bravery and tried to stop the lord, but the only result for this master who was nearly four blades tall was still not much better. His weapon and even the man were cut in half.

Levi soon found it difficult to move forward because the grass under his feet was soaked in blood and mud, and corpses, broken internal organs, and body parts covered the ground. His killing efficiency was no different from mowing the grass.

With every step forward Levi and the barbarians took, dozens of minotaurs fell one by one.

If these Tauren had not been in frenzy and had not lost their minds, even the most elite legion would have been defeated in the face of such losses.

The Gorgon had a winning streak in his hand from the beginning, waiting for the Milutinovics to make the final move.

To Miluotaos, the situation was like being trapped in hell, and their faces were terribly pale.

This small group of heavily armored infantrymen were like warriors of gods, and their combat effectiveness was unimaginably high.

Suppression by strength, size and numbers.

In this small hand-to-hand combat between two hundred men and fifty, the side with the greatest chance of winning was beaten back step by step, while the side with almost no chance of winning advanced with a roar, leaving a field of broken limbs and arms behind them.

It was as if this was not a crushing battle, but a group of children with strange powers beating up adults to their heart's content. No matter how many people there were, it was useless.

The most terrifying thing was the heavy-armored warrior with the giant sword. He was obviously the shortest among the heavy-armored infantry, as if a potato was mixed into this battle between pumpkins and watermelons.

The weapon it used was the most exaggerated. It was as long as the Minotaur's height, and the sword was so wide that it could be used as a bed for its young.

No one knew where he got the strength from, but the flesh seemed as fragile as weeds in front of him. With a swing of the sword, he could permanently separate the upper and lower bodies of everyone within the three-blade range.

Even the Minotaur who had managed to escape the disaster on the periphery and went berserk paused for a moment, actually thinking whether or not to fill this bottomless abyss.

When he uses an upward slash or a vertical chop, a longitudinal section will also appear on the ground where there is only a cross-section.

The Minotaurs suffered a devastating blow, and the main force advancing up the hillside fell one by one in front of the shield formation, unable to move forward any further.

Watching the legions advancing up the hillside suffer heavy losses and the proud Minotaur being slaughtered, the Gorgon's leisurely and confident feeling of victory disappeared without a trace.

It has staked its entire future on this war against the nobles of Debe. This is the first thing it has done to help Lady Sophia dominate the wilderness. If it can't even do this well, how can it have the nerve to continue fighting for Lady Sophia?

It is a dragon-veined dog-headed man, destined to be extraordinary since birth. The arrival of Lady Sophia also proves this. This is definitely not the cemetery where its destiny lies.

Gorgon is like a gambler who has lost all his money and cannot turn back, so he is ready to invest his last bit of capital to make a comeback.

"All of you follow me and prepare for support!"

(End of this chapter)