Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 202 It’s great to follow the Sir

The Wilderness rear headquarters.

The silver armor that fits the curves of the body perfectly shows off Ilea's graceful figure. This armor made of special material has excellent defense but is extremely light.

Therefore, you can clearly see her chest rising and falling, and she is very angry.

Just when the human team was about to be wiped out, that strong human suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

What she could not accept the most was that the drow priest who had been captured in the morning surrendered unexpectedly in the evening, and the magic was used against his own people.

What's the difference between this and openly putting a hat on her?
Ilaiya knew the character of these bastards, but he still didn't expect them to surrender so quickly.

Especially the human in iron armor, who was so powerful that it even made her feel a little scared inside, a fear that the situation was out of control.

Even the strongest martial arts master in the family could only deal with four or five Minotaurs at the same time, but what did she see now?
The giant sword swept past lightly, leaving a ground full of broken limbs and flesh, just like slaughtering a sheep... No, slaughtering a sheep is not as fast as this. To be more precise, the other party was just mowing the grass.

No matter whether the opponent was the Minotaur or the goblin, they would fall one after another in front of him. The only difference was that the goblin's slender bones would explode instantly when they came into contact with the giant sword, turning into minced meat on the ground, while the Minotaur's bones would be crushed and he would fall to the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Kill them! They must be left here!"

Ilea continued to roar in order to hide the fear in his heart.

Enke Bloodhoof's thunderous voice rang out from the side, but it contained a bit of helplessness: "Sir, our warriors have suffered heavy losses, and most of them have already begun to retreat. It is already difficult to defeat the enemy."

As the Tauren chieftain, Enke saw it very clearly.

The tribal warriors had been fighting from day till now with great difficulty, and just when they were about to defeat the enemy, reinforcements from the opposite side arrived and dealt a heavy blow.

Even the most elite warriors cannot withstand the blow of climbing to the top of the snow but then rolling down the cliff.

"Enke, don't you want to save your calf?"

Ilea looked over with a warning look in his eyes.

"Don't forget our agreement."

"..." Enke was silent, and then he lifted up the huge crescent-shaped axe beside him, which was as big as a Minotaur, and said: "My lord, I will personally supervise the battle. Anyone who retreats will regret it for the rest of his life!"

Three hundred Minotaur warriors, wearing iron armor with only their blood-red eyes showing from their helmets, came panting to the rear of the Wilderness Alliance and deployed their formation. Their bodies, as tall as hills, were stretched straight, standing like a black city wall.

Anyone who retreats will face the thundering methods of these minotaurs.

The wild people, like a tide, were once again urged by the war officer to join the battlefield, the whips in their hands whistling loudly.

Under this heavy pressure, the wild people once again burst out with unimaginable morale.

The lord who was charging forward clearly felt that the opponent's offensive had not decreased but became even more fierce.

Looking up, I saw that after such a long fight, the number of enemies had not decreased, but was increasing in strength.

"Damn, this is crazy." Levi cursed and swept his sword again, cutting off any enemies within reach.

"Sir, the other side obviously wants to keep us here."

Panta was breathing heavily, his face heavy.

To be honest, this was not the first time it had fought against the wilderness natives, but often those makeshift teams would be defeated after just a few charges.

It's nothing like it is now, where everyone is bloodthirsty and rushes in without caring about their lives.

Even the regular army is no more than this.

"Stay here? Then let's try to see who stays here!" Levi sneered.

A new round of fighting begins again.

The fighting power of the Minotaur is indeed worthy of praise. He is the only tough guy who can slightly delay the Lord and his team from implementing the infiltration tactics.

"Use your bows and spells to attack these minotaurs!" He shouted loudly without caring whether the people behind him could hear him or not.

Although he didn't care about these Minotaurs, he had to work hard to deal with not only the soldiers of the Legion of Thorns but even the Pandaren warriors behind him.

Although there are many enemies, only the Minotaur, Pig-headed Men, Ogres and other races can put some pressure on them. The goblins and Kobolds are the most numerous, but their role is just to play a supporting role.

The Penta warriors led by him were able to cope with it, but the Legion of Thorns was caught in a difficult battle from the very beginning.

Lizardmen and bugbears are the real backbone of this coalition, with both combat effectiveness and numbers being above average.

The vassal warriors who outnumber them are not as strong as them, and the Minotaur and Ogres who are more capable of fighting than them are not as numerous as them.

Under the command of the hobgoblins who had some military knowledge, the bear goblins actually formed a crooked spearman formation in the chaotic crowd. Their discipline and bravery were only barely adequate, but their strong bodies made them able to compete with some human legions.

Unfortunately, compared with the Legion of Thorns, the huge gap in equipment made the situation completely one-sided.

The crude rusty spears could only leave a white mark on the plate armor of the Thorn Legion's heavy infantry, but the fine steel spears of the Thorn Legion's soldiers could easily turn them into a hornet's nest.

In comparison, although the lizardmen could not block the soldiers' spears, the defensive power of the scales on their bodies was comparable to that of a leather armor, preventing them from being pierced through by a single shot.

Therefore, even though he fell to the ground with serious injuries, he still had the strength to move, and then he continued to pounce on them and tried desperately to drag down the soldiers of the Thorn Legion.

This life-for-life fighting style made the soldiers begin to be timid, which was an indescribable psychological shock.

Once dragged down, they will be dragged into the darkness by the hands and feet that suddenly appear from the crowd and disappear without a trace, leaving behind only a few blood-curdling screams to warn future generations.

The falling heavy snow fell on the armor and was instantly burned into rain, flowing into the inner layer through the gaps, mixing with sweat to wet the body, and then was blown by the howling wind, a chill wrapped around the body, but it still could not blow out the blood and anger in the hearts of both sides.

Both sides are now fighting for survival. If the wilders do not move forward, they will be chopped into minced meat by the group of minotaurs behind them whose blood is as cold as ice. If the Legion of Thorns does not hold on, they will become food.

There is no simple distinction between good and evil here, only fighting for each other's own interests.

Life and blood were being consumed at an extremely terrifying rate.

Levi could no longer count how many wild people's bones he had smashed with the double-handled giant swords in his hands. After slaughtering the first batch of wild people with his unparalleled individual combat power advantage, he felt the efficiency was low and changed to double swords again.

Now the latecomers were almost attacking by stepping on the corpses of the former. At a glance, the field of vision was still filled with densely packed wilderness people with hideous faces.

No one knew how long it had been, but a sudden loud noise caught everyone's attention.

A huge rock came from behind with tremendous force and smashed heavily into the group of people in the wilderness in front. The rock rolled down the hillside, crushing the bones of countless people in the wilderness. The sound of inhumane wails rang out one after another.

"Heather, is your magic back again?"

The Lord thought subconsciously, but soon realized that something was wrong. Because this was just an ordinary boulder, there was no magic flowing on it, and it was definitely not created by the Shaping Spell.

"Sir, it's reinforcements! It's reinforcements!"

Soon Levi's confusion was explained, and Skye yelled with excitement, like a baboon in heat seeing a red butt.

"Thank God, our legion commander finally brought people here."

Fu Jin, who had recovered some of his magic power, used the shared perspective of the snowbird and saw the soldiers flying the flag of the Legion of Thorns at the edge of the Shadow Forest, shouting slogans and assembling catapults.

The giants picked up huge rocks and put them into stone bags. Then they released the winch, and the counterweight dropped with a bang. The rocks flew up suddenly and smashed into the crowd on the opposite side from a distance of several hundred steps.

A team of heavily armored infantry holding steel shields were advancing towards here in an orderly manner, with spearmen and archers behind them.

A typical gun and shield protection, bow and arrow projectile formation.

Although simple, it has to be said to be extremely practical.

Faced with this steel forest, the poorly equipped wilderness people were beaten back step by step, and were often shot to pieces by the hail of arrows before they could even get close.

He finally reached the shield soldier, but before he could get close he was stabbed to the ground by a three-bladed spear. Then he was stepped on the chest by countless soldiers weighing more than 200 pounds, and was soon crushed into a pool of meat paste.

Coupled with the long-range attacks of the trebuchets, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the wild people could no longer bear the pressure.

The tragic hell of flesh and blood challenged every nerve of the latecomers. They wailed, dropped their weapons, abandoned their companions, and began to flee backwards in groups.

No matter how the Minotaur commander roared or how many people he chopped into pieces, it would be of no use.

Just like an avalanche, it is impossible to stop it with human power.

The shouting and screaming gradually subsided, leaving only the uncontrollable cries of pain from the wounded on the ground.

"It's finally over. Damn, this is the first time I feel that the wild people are more difficult to deal with than the regular army." Panta dropped the long knife in his hand and sat down on the pile of corpses. The corpses creaked under the pressure of his burly body like an iron tower, and several eyeballs flew out due to the pressure.

"But you know what, sir, it's really fucking cool to follow you in the fight!" Panda grinned, his hairy face covered with coagulated blood, looking extremely terrifying.

It followed behind the lord without having to consider anything at all, just focusing on hacking and killing. The opponents were like lambs to be slaughtered, and it could be easily killed by just swinging its weapon.

But I have to say, it’s really tiring.

Its arms are so sore that it can't even hold a bamboo.

"Oh? Are you interested in following me?" the lord suddenly asked with a smile.

"Haha, the weather is really nice today." Panta looked at the dark clouds and heavy snow, appreciating the beautiful scenery.

It really wants to slap itself. Why talk about such topics when there is nothing to do?

To be fair, Lord Li is very much to their taste, he is too good to them, and his strength is beyond doubt, but the Panta clan is a people who value promises, and having promised Florina in the first place, it is impossible for them to turn around and defect to someone else.

So it’s very uncomfortable to be caught in the middle, and I can only choose to pretend I didn’t hear it.

Levi didn't force it. Just like boiling a frog in warm water, there was still a long time to go and success or failure would only be known in the future.

Only a few soldiers of the Thorn Legion were still trying to stand. Most of them supported each other and found places to rest. Their breathing sounds merged together, as if they had collective asthma.

Heather sat in the snow in an ungraceful manner, her two pointed ears trembling constantly, her face was terribly pale, but she had a knowing smile on her face.

In this battle, she had used up all her strength, not even a drop of her magic power was left. Now she just felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, and she couldn't utter a word.

But... we finally managed to hold on.

She never had to go back to that dark and depressing world again.

Levi took off his helmet and threw it on the ground. The already deformed and twisted iron rolled away with a clang, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

This is not his blood, but the blood of others that splashed on him and finally gathered together.

Although he took heavy blows from several minotaurs and his armor and helmet were deformed, he was actually not seriously injured.

Looking around, the ground was filled with blood and mud and was littered with corpses of all kinds and races. At least by stepping on them, you could walk a hundred steps away without touching the ground.
A rough estimate is that this group of wild people lost at least 30% of their strength before they could no longer bear the casualties and began to collapse.

This casualty ratio is comparable to that of an elite army.

If someone had told him before this that the wild people would have to suffer at least 30% casualties before they would begin to collapse, he would have given them a slap in the face without hesitation.

If a group of wilderness punks can achieve this kind of casualty ratio, then every one of Debe's legions is no better than those punks.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Heather, who had recovered some of her magic power, came over. She was proficient in some healing spells, and if this adult was injured, she could definitely heal him.

Now most of her future depends on this adult, and she can't just watch him get into trouble.

"fine."

Levi shook his head and forcibly tore off the deformed armor. With every layer he tore off, flesh and blood fell out in piles.

Then he stretched his waist to stretch his muscles.

Panda on the side was so convinced that he almost died.

Every one of them was exhausted and didn't even have the strength to raise their hands.

As the main force, Lord Li clearly still has some strength to spare, and his physique is as strong as a dragon.

Heather on the side had her eyes shining. The drow elves all admire the strong, and the stronger the lord is, the more she likes him.

Only the strong are worthy of her service!

Levi opened the panel and took a look. The experience bar, which had been as stable as an old dog, jumped a lot. The last blank space would be filled after one more battle.

As his level got higher, his upgrades began to stagnate.

However, good things come to those who wait. With his current strength, every additional attribute point is a huge improvement.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone!"

Just then, a powerful voice came from behind.

(End of this chapter)