Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 168 Original Blood Crystal

"Hurry up! Don't try to be lazy!"

On the hillside, the pig-headed warrior waved a cowhide whip three fingers thick and whipped the giant monster's back hard, spitting everywhere.

Snapped!
With a loud bang, the cowhide whip was pulled apart like a twist.

The giant monster holding the cold boulder howled in pain, then sped up a little, struggling to carry the boulder towards the catapult on the hillside.

"These giant monsters are really thick-skinned. This is already the third whip."

The other pig-headed man was breathing out hot air and rubbing his hands constantly, as if this could bring him a little warmth.

"I don't know what the leader is thinking. He gave up the logistics work of the raid on those humans and insisted on coming to this crappy place to guard these three broken things. It's freezing cold. I am freezing to death."

"And we are not allowed to light a fire to keep warm. I really don't understand."

A pig-headed man wearing iron armor and with a tuft of black needle hair on his head sighed and was very dissatisfied.

"That's right. If we can take down the logistics of those humans, we won't have to eat those goblins anymore. Not only is it a nuisance, but the meat is also very sour." Another pig-headed man took out a knife and picked his teeth.

However, no matter how dissatisfied the two pigs were, they were just soldiers after all and could not influence the decisions from above at all.

the other side.

"Chief, your decision has made the brothers very unhappy now."

A pig-headed man with red hair all over his body looked worriedly at the leader sitting on a huge rock in front of him with a big horse and a golden sword.

"It's better to be dissatisfied than to die in vain." Tikli said lightly, looking at the place a few hundred steps away from here, where the fire and shouts were deafening.

Ever since it was tricked by the treacherous earth goblin last time, it knew that this group of people all had ulterior motives and their minds were more complicated than the hair under it.

Since everyone wants to work without putting in any effort, it is natural for it to be the same.

According to the original arrangement, it was supposed to raid the enemy's logistics, but it naturally did not agree and chose to guard the three catapults.

After all, if you use your brain to think about it, why would it be its turn to be attacked suddenly when the logistics are in such a good position?
One can tell at a glance that there are definitely a lot of humans guarding there, and it won't be fooled.

Although we are away from the main battlefield here, at least we can save our people. Whoever wants to fight in terms of logistics can do it.

Anyway, if they really take it down, they will definitely have a share of it.

"How much stone have those idiots moved?"

Tikli asked instead.

Here, in addition to protecting the three catapults that were transported with great difficulty, they also carry out long-range suppression strikes.

It is a very easy job, but the military achievements cannot be ignored.

"These damn giants will quietly slack off if the soldiers aren't paying attention. We've only moved about ten of them in such a long time."

The red-haired pig-headed man said with disgust.

To them, trolls are no different from wild beasts. Although they are very strong, their intelligence is at most comparable to that of a three-year-old child in their tribe.

If it weren't for the fact that it still has some uses, it would have been eaten long ago.

"Then beat them more. These idiots only respond to hard tactics and not soft ones." Tikli waved his hand.

It plans to store a few more stones before launching a large-scale projection.

It would be best if the Centaurs and Minotaur broke into the human camp, and then let them have a taste of the boulders together.

Tikli thought so.

It was not afraid of being held accountable afterwards. After all, it was dark and so far away, who would have known that they had already broken into the human camp? It was just throwing stones as ordered.

"Wait, did you hear anything?"

Suddenly, Tikli's ears moved and he turned his head to look at the darkness in the distance, but there was nothing there except a vast expanse of white snow.

"No." The red-haired pig-headed man just shook his head.

"I must have heard wrong."

Tikli turned around and ordered, "Tell the soldiers to cheer up. Although we are not on the main battlefield, it is inevitable that humans will send a small team to attack us."

"Chief, the moon has parted the clouds tonight. If humans really send people to attack us, we are standing on a high place and can spot their whereabouts from a hundred steps away." The red-haired pig-headed man comforted him.

It thought its leader was being too cautious.

Tikli thought about it and realized that it was true. Now under the moonlight, everything around him was pale white and visibility was very high.

But for some reason, it always felt very anxious, but it also felt that it was because it had been reflecting on whether it was the right decision to lead its people south in the past few days.

Just by listening to the dark elf's one-sided words, he resolutely led his people south, just for something that existed in the past.

but……

Tikli closed his eyes and thought.

That feeling couldn't be wrong, it must be the original blood crystal that could increase blood concentration and have genetic abilities.

Just by getting close, the blood in the body began to boil uncontrollably, as if trying to take back the power of ancient ancestors.

As long as it obtains blood crystals and increases the concentration of its blood, not only will its strength be improved to a higher level, but its offspring will also be able to inherit its power!
You know, this world generally follows a principle.

That is, the bloodline of a strong man can only be inherited by becoming a legendary strong man. If one cannot become a legendary strong man, even the offspring born by him may be a useless fool.

But there are shortcuts and exceptions to everything, and the Primordial Blood Crystal is one of them.

Not only can it purify the bloodline, with the possibility of returning to one's ancestral home and gaining the power of ancestors, it can also allow this talent to be passed on.

Ensure that its offspring, like it, will far surpass its peers and become the overlords of the wilderness.

With a strong leader, their tribe will not be like the ryegrass in spring, with ups and downs and a cycle every year.

Just think about it, decades ago there were only a hundred warriors in their tribe. Later, under its leadership, they began to expand and grow, and now it has become a large tribe of several thousand people.

So Tikli deeply realized the importance of a strong man.

Just like the Centaur clan led by Gus, they were so weak before that they could only act as bandits and plunder in the wilderness.

However, with the birth of the Centaur favored by the Centaur God, this Centaur clan grew in an unimaginable way.

Its giant hooves can easily break rocks, and its natural control over the element of thunder allows it to chase the sun and lightning. The arrows it shoots are like thunder in a rainstorm, breathtaking.

It was very strong, so strong that just by looking at it, Tikli felt that he would turn into a piece of charcoal in the next second.

That is why it is so eager for the primordial blood crystal.

If the purity of its bloodline is improved after swallowing, it is possible for it to awaken the power of the elements and allow its offspring to possess its power.

In other words, these powerful tribes deep in the wilderness gathered here just for the Primordial Blood Crystal.

Tikli couldn't help but think back to his childhood, and his mind gradually wandered away.

"Where are we?"

Levi asked in a low voice, he was in the middle of a group of barbarians who were about 2.56 meters tall, he was also a little over 1.8 meters tall, looking up, he had a large pectoral muscle that was so exaggerated that even the armor couldn't hide it. "We are already at the bottom of the hill, most of those pig-headed people are at the waist." Maisha, who was acting as a watchtower, grabbed the two decorative horns on the lord's helmet with both hands and replied.

Standing on a high place and looking far away, she was the only one who could clearly see the situation outside.

"Can we get to the top of the mountain?"

Levi asked.

Although the barbarians are brave, attacking from the bottom up will inevitably consume more physical strength, not to mention that the other side also has catapults, although they cannot be used at such a close distance.

But there are definitely huge rocks on the hillside. If they are pushed down, I guess no other barbarian would be able to resist them head-on except him and Zat.

Therefore, it is best to get close before launching an attack.

"It's a bit difficult, but you can give it a try." Maisha frowned.

After all, Snow Mirror Technique is not some advanced magic. Once you get too close, you will most likely be discovered.

Fortunately, although these pig-headed men were on patrol, they were quite idle. Some of them even wrapped themselves in animal skins and lay in the snow to take a nap.

"There's nothing to say. Keep moving forward and launch a charge once you're discovered," Levi said.

Being able to get so close was beyond his expectation, and every step forward would be a gain.

After all, if Maisha hadn't been there in front, he would have been hit by several rounds of stones on the way if he had just run straight over like that.

At least now the barbarians don’t have to use their bodies to bear the hard rocks.

Following the lord's request, the barbarians tried their best to make way for Levi to successfully reach the edge of the cover.

With just one glance, he decided on the route.

"Go up from the west, quietly up the hill, and don't talk."

A group of muscular men, like girls learning ballet, stood on tiptoes and moved towards the hillside.

The outlines of the three catapults on the top of the slope can be seen here, and there are several giant monsters around carrying huge stones up there.

puff~
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, so abrupt in the silent snowy night.

"what?"

The drowsy pig-headed man suddenly woke up and looked towards the place where the sound came from with caution.

But under the moonlight, there was nothing there, just like the snow all around. It carefully picked up the knife stuck in the snow and walked over.

meow~
A cat's meow suddenly sounded.

The pig-headed man breathed a sigh of relief and stopped. It turned out to be a cat... bullshit.

How could there be such an animal in such a ghost place? It remained calm, turned around, opened its mouth and was about to shout "Enemy attack", but no sound came out.

Hey, why did I suddenly become so short?
As it thought this, it could see nothing in front of it.

"You idiot, I knew you wouldn't believe it."

The lord flicked the blood bead on the holy sword and looked at the headless corpse lying on the ground with a sneer.

It was not until this moment that the corpse seemed to react. Blood began to spurt out of its neck, dyeing the white snow blood red, and a fishy smell lingered around the nose.

"You idiot, you can't even hold your fart, what great things can you do in the future?" Turning around, Levi scolded Zat, who was touching his head and smiling foolishly.

"Boss, I ate too many roasted radishes tonight." Zat pointed his two index fingers at him, feeling very aggrieved.

But it also understood one thing, that is, never bet that the fart is silent!

Maisha's face was pale. It was the first time in her life that she saw from a first-person perspective how fragile life was. With just a swing of the sword, the huge head smashed into the snow.

The bloodiest thing she had ever seen was her mother killing a chicken when she got home.

"how do you feel?"

The Lord released her from his neck.

Maisha just shook her head without saying anything. Under the bright moonlight, her face was as pale as if it had been soaked in water for a day and a night.

"Hey, the first time I killed someone I also had vomiting and diarrhea. You don't have to hold it in, just vomit it out."

It would have been better if she didn't say anything, but once the lord opened his mouth and thought about the scene just now, Maisha couldn't bear it any longer.

He was bent over and retching.

"Tsk tsk." Levi shook his head.

In fact, he lied. When he came to this world, the first person he killed was the brothel manager who had deceived his previous life and almost sold the hook.

Levi remembered it very clearly. He used his agility to climb into the yard at night and saw this guy counting the money he got from selling his previous life to a brothel in the room.

He went straight in and chopped off the dog's head with a sword from behind. Then, having been hungry for half a day, he ate the freshly prepared food on the table with relish. After he was full and satisfied, he swaggered out of the city with all the money and went to a nearby city.

To be honest, I am afraid, but when I think about my ability to kill a few cows with one punch, I am no longer afraid.

As for disgusting? When I went home for the New Year, Li Wei was the butcher, and anyone who had killed a human being knew that, to be honest, the two were actually similar, except that the latter was of the same kind.

"The tactics are simple. We will charge up and occupy the top of the slope first. Then we will launch three rounds of spear throwing and then another wave of attack. We will leave these bastards here for me!"

Levi ordered quickly.

The slight movement here has attracted the attention of the pig-headed defenders, and they began to surround here.

Fortunately, we are very close to the top of the slope and can reach it in just a few dozen breaths.

"charge!"

The barbarians no longer hid, and more than seventy of them rushed up the mountain together with the lord.

They instantly collided with the pig-headed men that surrounded them, and all of them were chopped to pieces in an instant.

You know, even the berserk Minotaurs can only exchange a few moves with the barbarians, let alone these pig-headed men who are only two feet tall.

This scene stunned Maisha.

In her imagination, war was soldiers from both sides fighting each other, with both sides exchanging people.

but now……

Only the pig-headed people kept falling down. These orc guards of High Cliff Castle were like hardworking old farmers in the folk, harvesting the straw in front of them with sickles.

The war was completely one-sided.

The lord didn't even have to take action, he just protected Maisha, the only spellcaster.

"Well, my men are the best of the best, the aces among aces. I don't even need to do anything to deal with a bunch of little bastards."

The lord put his hands on his hips, looking very proud, with the air of a general commanding the country.

(End of this chapter)