Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 188 Die today, live today
Leighton's experience was very strange.

In the first ten years of its life, it lived like most ordinary goblins in the boundless wilderness, commanding a group of bear goblins and goblins every day and living a life not much better than that of wild beasts.

Although they claim to have extremely high tactics and strategies, they are just the tallest among the short ones. Compared with their ignorant fellows, the goblins, they can indeed be said to be extremely intelligent.

But compared to humans or elves, their so-called superior intelligence is as ridiculous as a cub that has just learned to speak saying that it is fluent in the slang of the Seven Kingdoms.

For the past ten years of its life, it has been leading dozens of bear goblins, leading a boring life of looking for food, eating and sleeping, and then continuing to plunder or look for food, over and over again.

Everything changed because of a disaster.

It was an unforgettable summer solstice. The wilderness was hit by a long-awaited drought. The streams began to dry up and only silt remained in the lakes.

Water began to become scarce, both for the hobgoblins and for other predators.

The only slight difference is that the goblins can only migrate in search of water resources, while predators can choose to temporarily use blood to replenish the water in their bodies.

There is no doubt that Leiden's tribe was unlucky to encounter a thirsty swamp lion with a thick throat and thick smoke.

For the goblin clan, whose combat power is not outstanding to begin with, this magical beast covered with mud and stone armor is an irresistible disaster.

What's more, the swamp earth lions control powerful earth elements, and they can make a piece of hard land as hard as stone become as soft as sand in an instant.

Just one encounter was enough to sink everyone in the tribe, including it, into the ground.

The beast then cut open the neck with its sharp claws and greedily sucked the blood that gushed out.

It didn't start the next one until every drop of blood in the corpse's veins was sucked out, still unsatisfied.

Although the consciousness of bear goblins and goblins is ignorant and stupid, it does not mean that they have no wisdom.

They watched helplessly as their fellow humans had their heads chopped off one by one, and then their blood was sucked out like milk, while they were left alone in the soil with only their heads on the ground, unable to move, waiting for their fate, tears and snot streaming down their faces in fear.

Leighton was the most frightened among them - the previous one had died from blood sucking, and he was the next one.

The swamp lion walked towards him with graceful steps, neither hurried nor slow. However, these few short breaths made Leighton feel like several months of torture.

The waiting time was the most painful. It gave him enough time to imagine as best as possible what kind of torture it was, thereby stimulating his brain and causing him to feel unstoppable fear and terror.

The swamp lion licked the blood on its claws slowly, actually using blood as water. It didn't like it, but it had no choice.

At this time of year, clean water is harder to find than food, so it undoubtedly chooses the simplest one.

Facing the impending death, the fear reached its peak and then continued to spread wildly, like a storm in his mind, destroying everything in its path. With a "creak", it seemed as if a door in Leighton's mind was pushed open.

A miracle happens at this moment.

It was as if a huge axe struck my chaotic mind like lightning, dividing it into clear and turbid.

The foolish brain is no longer foolish, and the chaotic consciousness is no longer chaotic.

The originally foggy world seemed to have unveiled its mysterious veil before it, becoming so clear and visible, just like every hair on the swamp lion in front of it.

The confused Leiden died today, and the wise Leiden was reborn today.

It was not until much later that Leighton realized that day he had awakened his innate wisdom, which in magical terms means that his mind and spirit had been enlightened.

Those legendary magicians can use magic comparable to that of a god to enlighten a lamb and give it the same wisdom as a human.

The difference is that Leiden awakened on his own, which can be said to be only one in millions of people.

It is lucky, and one could even say it is a lucky creature favored by God, but the growth of wisdom cannot bring the force to resolve the current predicament. If nothing unexpected happens, then the fate that awaits it will be the same as that of its fellow tribesmen mentioned above.

This beast sucked my blood away drop by drop in an extremely cruel way. The thing that belonged to me slipped away from my body bit by bit. The irreversible pain made me tremble uncontrollably.

At this time when there seemed to be hope but it was actually a dream, Leighton saw Gus, who was like an iron tower, carrying a huge broadsword on his back and holding a bow and arrow.

It was standing on a high slope, looking at this place, its golden horns shining in the sun and its thick hair fluttering in the wind.

At that time it was not as huge as it is now, probably only slightly larger than an ordinary Minotaur.

At that time, it had just become the leader of the Centaurs and was leading the tribe to migrate.

It discovered the trace of the demon beast and decisively launched an attack. The beast, which had sucked countless lives in the same way, was pierced through the head by an arrow.

The mud armor that was as hard as rock was as fragile as a strip of cloth.

Leighton was also saved.

As for the powerful races in the wilderness, the goblin family, whether they are bear goblins or hobgoblins, they all look down on them.

Therefore, naturally, they would not care about a group of goblins who could only wait for death slowly in the mud.

But for Leighton today, gaining recognition is as easy as leading a group of goblins.

It first helped the Centaur clan find water, and was soon noticed by Gus.

After getting along with him, Leighton realized that this man's inner self and appearance were completely different. He was a man with extremely strong strength, but also extremely stable.

Maybe it is extremely proud of its own strength, but it can still ask questions with an open mind.

Leighton decided to stay and assist it, with one of them responsible for military force and the other for strategy.

This weak tribe of centaurs, consisting of less than a hundred people, soon became a well-known and powerful tribe in the wilderness, with more than a thousand archer warriors.

He is the real overlord in the surrounding area and no one dares to mess with him.

Just when Leighton thought that the Centaur clan would grow stronger with the efforts of him and Gus, a Minotaur found them and made an offer that Gus could not refuse.

Original blood crystal!
This is something that will allow Gus to take it a step further.

In fact, recently, Gus has been confiding in it that his strength improvement has reached a bottleneck, which makes Gus, as a strong man, completely unable to bear this pain.

The sudden arrival of the primordial blood crystal gave it an opportunity, and it had to obtain it no matter what.

Although there are still many doubts, Leighton has no reason to stop his good friend.

Or maybe after so many years together, Leighton knew clearly that for his good friend, improving his strength was more important than anything else. When the memories ended, Leighton couldn't help but sniffed. It was really cold.

It looked at the Minotaur chief who was speaking, and still remembered that it was this minotaur named Enke Bloodhoof who had come to them a few months ago.

The real reason that made it and Gus make up their minds was mostly because of this Minotaur.

Gus was very proud at that time, thinking that he was the darling of the God of Wilderness, born with the ability to control the element of thunder, and far surpassed his peers in bravery, making it almost impossible for him to have any rivals.

This is indeed true. Until the minotaur came, no one could match this centaur.

But until that day... Leighton thought, five hundred pulses? Or a thousand pulses?

It couldn't remember clearly, but anyway, Gus was defeated miserably, the power he was proud of was crushed, and the thunder element was easily broken by the minotaur who was a priest.

Enke Bloodhoof simply said: "You are very strong. If it was me before, I would be a little inferior to you, but I have taken the Primordial Blood Crystal, which has greatly improved my strength, elements, and bloodline."

It was this sentence that made the two decide to join the wilderness coalition.

"My priestess will use magic to blast a hole in the city wall tomorrow, but their casting distance is only sixty steps. At this time, someone needs to attract the attention of the elves on the city wall."

Ilea stared at the group of wilderness leaders in front of him, his tone light, as if he was talking about a very simple matter.

"So tomorrow you must lead the warriors to stop them from attacking my spellcasting group."

“Ilaiya, we would have done this even if you didn’t tell us, but what about the promise you made to us?”

The ogre elder said with a sneer.

"Until now, we have never actually seen the original blood crystal."

“Guli, are you questioning Lord Ilaiya or me?!”

Enke Bloodhoof stood up from his seat, his huge figure looming over all the people in the animal-skin tent. His voice was like thunder in a rainstorm, containing the fury of wrath.

Just by bending its waist, its two curved horns like sharp blades were already touching the tent. If it stood up straight, it would be hard to imagine how huge it would be.

"My strength is enough to prove everything. If any of you want to quit now, it's not too late!" Enke Bloodhoof said mercilessly.

"Hmph." Looking at the minotaur whose arms were as thick as his waist, the ogre elder was still afraid and didn't dare to say something like "I'll kill you" with a furious look on his face.

Faced with someone stronger than itself, it suppressed its violent temper.

"I will personally lead the team to attack the city tomorrow!" said Enke Bloodhoof.

"I'll wait and see. The fruits of victory will eventually belong to us." Ilaya clapped his hands and dismissed the meeting with a smile on his face: "Even ripe apples will eventually fall to the ground. Everyone, please be patient. The Primordial Blood Crystal is here and it will not disappear. Whether you can get it depends on you, not on me."

……

Walking out of the animal skin tent and looking up at the heavy snow in the sky, Leighton became a little worried about Gus. After all, they were just a few elves. They shouldn't have wasted so much time and still not come back.

Suppressing its inner restlessness, it returned to its tent and began to read a book.

Ever since it awakened its innate wisdom, it would often buy books from passing human caravans, or ask them to bring them to it.

Because of its existence, the Centaurs and the human caravans began to get along well, and the relationship between the two sides was completely sufficient to fulfill such a trivial little request.

……

In the deep forest, you can barely see.

But for the Centaurs, it was a bit like groping in the dark, as not everyone had the sharp eyes of their leader, who could accurately shoot from a hundred steps away.

What's more, the hair of the pandamen in front of them that was exposed outside the armor was mostly black, making it even more difficult to see clearly.

Therefore, soldiers and horses skilled in mounted archery are completely unable to shoot accurately at a distance of a hundred paces in the Shadow Forest. However, when they are closer to fifty steps, this distance can be covered with a charge, so it is not suitable to continue shooting.

Therefore, with just a simple judgment, nearly a hundred soldiers immediately drew out the broadswords behind them and collided with the Penta warriors.

Enemies who underestimate them will pay a heavy price if they simply assume they survive in the wilderness by archery.

Every archer is definitely stronger than the infantry in terms of arm strength. Similarly, the strength of the centaurs is also enough to surpass the others, but they are accustomed to teasing their opponents with arrows, so as to take them down unscathed.

This doesn't mean they are weak in melee combat.

There was no need to test the waters; the battle had been intense from the outset.

"Roar!"

The leading troops were a handful of elite soldiers in armor. In terms of height and physique, they were no weaker than the Penta warriors. They raised their heads and roared like wild beasts, waving their well-maintained broadswords and slashing at the Pandamen head-on.

The Penta warrior had no intention of backing down, and roared as he swung his weapon and smashed at the opponent's head.

The moment the iron rod and the broadsword collided, there was a loud bang like thunder, and a series of sparks that suddenly appeared even made the eyes that had adapted to the darkness feel a little dazzling.

The panda warrior was injured, and blood was flowing out from the mouth of his tiger along his black and white hair.

The steel rod was made of high-quality materials and fine steel. It was as thick as a wrist and had a gap three fingers deep in it.

But compared to the Penta warrior, the Centaur was even more miserable. Its broadsword was hit back by a huge and irresistible force, and the broadsword was deeply embedded in its facial bones. Blood kept spraying out like an exploding faucet.

This warrior, who was as big and strong as a little giant, swayed for a moment, and without leaving a word, he staggered and collapsed to the ground without a sound.

With just one contact, the Penta warrior undoubtedly had the upper hand in this small hand-to-hand combat.

This group of people may be the overlords in the wilderness, but they are still two points inferior to the whole of Derby.

In terms of bravery, they may not be inferior to the group of Penta warriors, but the Penta warriors have something that they cannot reach.

gas!
This extraordinary power unique to the Pandaren has various special uses.

Temporarily stimulating the potential of the body is only the most superficial use.
A powerful person like Panda can even materialize his Qi, which can be used as armor to protect the body or to unleash extremely powerful killing moves.

However, most Panda warriors only know some simple applications.

(End of this chapter)