Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 170 What is my identity? What is your identity?
On the snow slope, the barbarians hurriedly surrounded a huge pig-headed man with weapons in hand.

"what happened?"

The lord pushed the barbarians aside and squeezed in.

Zat looked puzzled, as if he had seen some rare animal. "Boss, this jerk wants to challenge you in a duel."

Levi looked up and saw a very tall pig-headed man. Compared with his fellow tribesmen who were about the same height as the barbarians, this pig-headed man was more than three blades tall, with a broad and fat body, and was even stronger than the Minotaur.

Obviously this person is the real protagonist, and the one in front with red hair and a majestic look is just a minor character.

"You are the only one who wants to challenge me, Sir?"

Levi took the helmet and held it in his arms, then wanted to walk up.

After all, if nothing else, he would definitely satisfy this kind of suicidal request.

"grown ups."

As a result, he was stopped by Maisha after taking two steps. Her face was tense, and she tried to be tactful and said, "You are of noble status, there is no need to agree to such unreasonable requests. It has already been defeated, so just leave it to your warriors."

In fact, it was rumored that this lord was a skilled martial artist, but Maisha glanced at the size difference between the two and felt that no matter how skilled he was in martial arts, he could not make up for the difference.

The size of the two is just like that of a three-year-old child and his father; there is absolutely no comparison.

No matter what, Maisha felt that the lord should not be put in danger.

"That's true. Who am I now? How can I agree to a duel with a small scoundrel?" The lord touched his chin and nodded in agreement.

In the past, when he was still unknown, agreeing to a duel would actually increase his reputation.

But now he is the Dragon Slayer, the Lord of Highcliff Castle, the Xenographer, the Conqueror of the Wilderness, the Marshal of the Burning Legion, the Lion Hunter...

Each name is more famous than the other.

Wouldn't it lower his status if he agreed to a duel with a loser who has no fame at all?
Maisha breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the pig-headed man who was much stronger than his own people with a vigilant look. There was a blue light flashing on his hand, which was a sign that the ice magic was ready to be unleashed.

In fact, when the orc guards started fighting, Maisha also wanted to use magic to help, but later she found that she was not needed at all. The barbarians killed these pig-headed people and made them lose their weapons and armor. The magic she released was just hitting the air, so it was useless.

But the size of this pig-headed man was so oppressive that she had no choice but to be cautious.

Tikli was disappointed. He thought that the leader of this group of orc guards was also a powerful orc leader who surpassed his peers, but he didn't expect that he was actually a human.

When they learned that someone was coming to attack, although they were puzzled as to how these attackers got close to here, they still sent Red Pig to lead people to deal with it without rushing.

In its view, the group of humans who sneaked here to launch a sneak attack were not that strong.

But reality is often full of drama.

Before it received the news from Red Pig about dealing with this group of humans, a group of burly, fully armed men emerged stealthily from the bottom of the slope like bamboo shoots in spring.

When it stood up again, it saw that some of its tribesmen were dead or had escaped.

It couldn't help but be stunned, and at this confused moment, it was surrounded by people in an instant.

Fortunately, it had experienced strong winds and heavy rains and was not frightened.

I want to resolve this matter according to the rules of a duel in the wilderness.

Directly challenge the other party's leader. If you win, the other party must keep its promise and let it go.

But now Tikli hesitated. Even if he defeated this human, his reputation in the wilderness would obviously be ridiculed as "Tikli who bullies humans." "Give it to you, sir, I will tie it up."

The lord is too lazy to guess what this pig-headed man is thinking. Is he performing magic with his face?

He waved his hand, without looking back, and went to see his spoils happily.

"Hey, you little jerk, Uncle Zat will show you what it means to be a strong man and lock a man up!"

Zat pounced on him with ill intentions.

This is the wrestling technique it learned from its boss. It only needs to lock the opponent's waist with both legs and then tighten the opponent's neck. No matter how strong as an ox it is, it cannot perform any moves.

With this move, it was invincible in Highcliff Castle, and even Orlak was made to lose his temper.

"Go away!"

Tikli would not surrender, and swung his sword with great force.

Facing this real pig-headed leader, Zat knew that the one he had killed before was just an unknown minor character, so he became more serious.

"Look, I'm going to chop off your pig's head with this axe."

Zat roared as he blocked the opponent's huge sword with an axe.

Tikli was so frightened that he quickly swung his knife to block in front of him, but the next moment he felt a pain in his thigh. It turned out that the words of the orc in front of him were just a cover. The real purpose was to hit his thigh with an axe, making it half-kneel on the ground.

Zat took the opportunity to kick its other foot again. After quickly removing the pig-headed man's weapon, he forced it to crawl on the ground.

With a wave of his hand, four or five burly men rushed up immediately and tied up the pig-headed man like a dumpling with a hemp rope three fingers thick. No matter how strong the pig was, it couldn't break free.

Tikli looked at the orc who was looking down at him with an unconvinced look on his face: "Didn't you say you would chop off my head?"

"Look, this jerk really believes what I say?"

Zat pointed at the pig-headed leader and looked at everyone with an exaggerated expression.

"Haha, Captain, even though your reputation in High Cliff Castle is as bad as a stinking stone in a toilet, these natives still don't know what kind of person you are."

The orc guards burst into laughter.

Only this group of wilderness natives believed what their leader said. After the disaster, they now don't believe even a word his leader says.

"Hey, you want a beating, huh?"

Zat gave the orc guard a big slap on the neck, then hung his two axes behind his back and walked towards the catapult with his hands behind his back, leaving only one sentence: "Keep an eye on this jerk, I'm going to check our catapult first."

"This quality doesn't look like something a group of people in the wilderness could have made, right?"

Levi walked around the three catapults at the highest point, with a look of amazement on his face.

The lower body of these catapults is made of pure iron, standing firmly on the ground, the pry bar is made of hardwood, and the counterweight is a solid iron block.

After carefully examining the structure, Levi discovered that the three catapults were not integrated, but were combined together through assembly.

To be honest, although I was surprised at first that a group of punks could actually build a catapult, the possibility is not zero. After all, if they tied up a few humans or dwarfs who are proficient in ordnance, they could barely make some inferior goods.

But after seeing these three catapults with my own eyes, all of this was overturned.

It is obvious that someone is funding these wilderness natives behind the scenes!!!
(End of this chapter)