Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 239 March
Wrestling was an activity that was destined to have nothing to do with centaurs, so among the participants in Highcliff Castle, orcs alone took up all the work.

A group of green-skinned, shirtless ruffians, about a hundred of them, went straight into the fenced-off space, each of them crossing their arms and smiling at the group of dwarfs opposite them.

They are already wrestling experts, not to mention that they are now blessed with the power of the system, and have a maximum size and physique far beyond their previous size.

They are strong men with an average height of two feet seven and a weight of nearly a thousand pounds, with perfect tendons and muscles all over their bodies, just like those devout Templars.

On the surface, this wrestling match was a friendly match where harmony was the most important thing, but the Wolf Island side was full of energy and wanted to win the match to boost their own reputation, so the people who took part were definitely carefully selected.

Generally, people tend to choose the tallest ones, but even so, the average height is only about 1.8 meters, which is like a little kid compared to the orcs.

"Levi, your orc subordinates are too big! I have seen orcs in the Colosseum in Koren, but most of them were only about the size of a two-edged sword or two."

Montvert was amazed and exclaimed: "I would even believe you if you said that all your men had gigantism, but how is this possible?"

“As long as you can ensure that your people eat meat for every meal and eat until they feel like vomiting, then I think in terms of body size alone, they will definitely be much taller than they are now,” Levi spread his hands. This was indeed a reason, but the main reason that allowed this group of orcs to break through their talent limitations and continue to move forward was due to the system.

But how could he say it?

"To be honest, I even dislike them because they eat too much." The lord added at the end.

This Versailles appearance made the other nobles and officers around Montvert jealous and crazy, and they wanted to kick the Lion Hunting Knight's butt hard with their boots.

Frankly speaking, they were really shocked by the current strength of the knight who had rescued Miss Leah and made a great name for himself.

The soldiers, wrapped in black armor with only cold eyes, were on guard with sophisticated lances in their hands, as silent as sculptures of gold and iron.

These heavy cavalrymen, who are three blades tall and weigh at least nearly two thousand pounds, are simply meat grinders that crush everything on their charge. Even Damon's Golden Lion Knights would not dare to challenge them. This group of centaurs is undoubtedly the top ace among the heavy cavalry.

It's just that the number of people is a little less.

There are also gnoll ranger scouts. These green-skinned orcs are all famous powerful fighting races.

What’s even more exaggerated is that the subordinates of this Lion Hunting Knight are taller than their own tribesmen, and any one of them can become a tribal leader.

With so many heroes gathered together, all under this baron, it can be seen that the rumors about his achievements are basically true.

Look at the soldiers selected from the civilians. They have only been trained for a few months and were used to fight robbers and bandits. They can only be considered as barely soldiers.

"As far as food is concerned, I can only try to provide the best." Mengweit looked embarrassed.

Even though he is a count, the geographical location of Wolf Island is not very good and it is difficult to have any extra income, so the finances have always been tight.

The military expenditure alone is a huge expense, so the food is naturally a little worse, and only the soldiers can be guaranteed to have enough to eat.

"My lord, my experience is that eating is also a part of combat effectiveness. After all, if you are not full or don't have enough oil, you will have no strength to go to the battlefield. The harder you fight, the better you need to eat." The lord said with emotion.

Under his thinking, Gaoyabao has always regarded food as a strategic material as important as weapons and armor.

The logistics cooks are even specially trained, and they study recipes every day to find out how to make the food more delicious.

Just like in his previous life, as long as the company's pig food was as good as home-cooked meals, Levi would feel sorry for these two meals if he didn't work overtime.

At this moment, with the referee's order, the two sides, who were clearly divided, suddenly collided with each other with roars.

It can be seen that these knights from Wolf Island have also cultivated fighting spirit, and are full of fighting spirit and tenacious enough.

The moment the two sides collided, one after another was knocked to the ground by the orcs like bowling balls.

However, faced with this unfavorable start that instantly put them at a disadvantage, their morale was high instead. Even though they were clearly grimacing in pain, they still howled as they got up from the ground and fought back.

Unfortunately, the system's high-level soldiers are too powerful, with strength and ability to withstand blows far beyond the ordinary. Especially in this kind of shirtless wrestling, a competition that relies purely on physical strength, this advantage is infinitely magnified.

Not to mention that Levi also activated the group healing skill, which made the barbarians' physical strength recover unimaginably fast.

These fighting knights are definitely the elite guards of Count Montvit. They are much stronger than other soldiers, but compared with Gaoya Castle, they are too ordinary.

The ending was no surprise. After just a hundred pulse beats, they were all knocked to the ground and could never get up again.

However, the High Cliff Fort team was not without casualties. A dozen orc savages were rolling over and over on the ground, groaning. Their expressions were so painful and their voices were so miserable that even the most ruthless commander would feel sorry for them and could not help but wonder what serious injuries these big guys had suffered.

Logically speaking, although the Wolf Island team lost, they at least defeated more than ten orcs, and the contestants were also extremely brave, so it was definitely a glorious loss.

But there was no smile on Mengweit's face. He looked at Levi deeply with a complicated expression and a helpless tone: "Levi, there is no need to be like this. I'm afraid Miss Leah didn't tell you that I hate these nonsense the most. If I lose, I lose. This is a fact that no one can refute!"

As a senior martial arts master, Montvitt was able to draw inferences from other situations and naturally had great experience in wrestling. Of course, he could see that these orc warriors from High Cliff Castle were actually fine.

"Damn, look at your exaggerated acting skills, but you gave it away the first time!" Levi yelled at the barbarians on the ground in frustration.

The shrill groans stopped abruptly, and a dozen orcs got up from the ground, patted their buttocks, with a look of aggrieved look on their faces.

They have never lost a battle or lay on the ground wailing since their debut. It was too difficult for them to act injured, so they could only follow the goblins' screams. Unexpectedly, it looked fake because it was too real.

There is simply no way to seek justice.

The knights who had thought they had knocked down several enemies, saw this scene, and the smiles on their faces froze completely. They let other soldiers put them on stretchers and drag them away for treatment with lifeless eyes.

"Sir, I just think that friendship comes first and competition comes second." The lord looked embarrassed and sent Sam beside him to treat the friendly forces.

This wrestling match was different from the one where the knights beat up the nobles at the Fujiro banquet. Based on the principles of human relations and in order to prevent the friendly forces coming from Wolf Island from losing too badly, the lord planned this drama of pretending to be injured.

Who would have thought that these big idiots' acting skills were so exaggerated that they were actually seen through at a glance.

"Forget it, let's start the second game. I won't let Gaoyabao win easily this time!" Mengweit shook his head and looked at a bald middle-aged man wearing a wizard robe next to him: "Master Jie Lun, I'll ask you to treat them."

The other party nodded, took the magic wand and left.

"Okay." Levi nodded and looked at Mir next to him: "Don't forget the moves I just taught you."

"Brother-in-law, can I not use it?" Mir looked a little embarrassed. Thinking of the few tricks that had just been passed on to him, Mir felt that if he used them, he would never be able to raise his head again in his life.

"It's up to you. I've given you the method." Levi didn't force it.

After all, with him as a guarantee, they won't lose the second game. Mir is just there to make up the numbers.

The person chosen by Montvit was his personal attendant, who was also very young and a little thinner than Mil, but had definitely practiced fighting spirit and was even more advanced than the previous knights.

The ending was no suspense. When the two men's arms were crossed, the opponent's fighting spirit strengthened his body and instantly knocked Mil to the ground.

After all, although Mil had learned swordsmanship from the lord for a period of time, his main focus was actually still on spending time in the blacksmith shop doing research and reading.

But the other party also held back and just fell on his butt.

Levi shook his head. If Mil could use the moves he taught him, he wouldn't have lost so miserably even if he couldn't win. After all, he was too thin-skinned. If it were him, he wouldn't care what the moves were, as long as they worked.

In the second match, Hogg's opponent was a one-eyed middle-aged swordsman. Although the two were dressed similarly, there was a huge difference in strength. Hogg knocked him down at the first encounter. His strength was even weaker than the young servant that Mil was dealing with.

The scene of Tian Ji's horse racing made the lord understand everything.

Okay, okay, Montvit is considering him as the final chance to win, right?

There was nothing much to say, so Levi took off his clothes, leaving only a short shirt, revealing his arms like fine steel. He twisted his neck and turned his wrists, making crackling sounds between his joints, and smiled brightly: "Sir, it's our turn."

Montvert didn't waste any time. He simply took off his sword and climbed over the fence to go inside.

"Lord Montvit..." Leah, who was watching, opened her mouth to remind him.

"Don't worry, Miss Leah. I will be careful when I act." Mengweit smiled and signaled Leah not to worry.

After all, the two sides are now family, so he will definitely not use too much force.

Leia couldn't say the words to tell him to be careful, and could only look at Levi helplessly.

No one knew better than her how powerful this knight whom she personally appointed was. She was even the one who brought the "Book of Holy Words" to him.

In her opinion, Count Montvert had no chance of winning.

This is why I wanted him to be more careful so as not to lose too badly, but the other party obviously misunderstood my meaning.

Levi nodded to show that he understood.

Everyone in this world has a shortcoming that is not a shortcoming, that is, before being sanctioned, the only thing they have is the toughest mouth. Count Montvert is obviously one of the best.

Perhaps his record is dazzling, but those who have not seen it with their own eyes will have an illusion that they can do it too.

The lord decided to make the other party realize the gap between them.

"Sir, you don't have to hold back." Levi mentioned this before starting, but it was unknown how much the other party heard.

The two men stood on the black soil that had been compacted by hundreds of people, punched each other, and then retreated until they were seven or eight steps away. At the same time, they leaned over and pounced on each other.

In terms of physique alone, the two are actually similar, both are about 1.9 meters tall, but Levi is a little thinner. But this does not mean that the lord is skinny, but that his figure is a typical tiger back and wasp waist, and every muscle is in golden proportions, like a work of art carefully crafted by gods, eye-catching, and can make ladies unable to move their legs.

Count Montvert, on the other hand, was full of muscular muscles and looked more muscular.

With four arms crossed together, Montvit's fighting spirit surged, ready to make the final move and let the Lion Hunting Knight see the wrestling skills of Wolf Island. But at this moment, he suddenly felt his feet go weak, and the next moment, everything in front of him began to spin.

"boom!"

A cool back throw!
The collision of flesh and the ground produced a dull sound, and even the ground was shaking slightly.

"What? Lord Montwitt actually lost...lost!"

The soldiers and nobles from Wolf Island who were watching were frozen in place like statues, filled with disbelief.

As the master of Wolf Island, Count Montwitt's strength is naturally unquestionable. He is definitely the most powerful man on Wolf Island.

He has superb martial arts and fighting spirit, and even won first place once in the Cologne arena.

But now the defeat seems like a dream.

Unfortunately, they don’t know that someone has won the arena championship for several consecutive years.

If the arena owner hadn't banned the other party from participating in the competition to prevent them from continuing to win prize money, the championship would probably have become just a name.

Mengweit's face looked a little ugly, and he turned over and got up from the ground.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, he was like a huge flood, which is why he was easily overturned.

But only he himself knew that at that time he had reached the limit of the power of fighting spirit to amplify his physical body, but even so, he was still unable to withstand the huge force from the opponent.

At that moment, he felt like he was holding up a mountain, and the mountain collapsed, easily knocking him over.

"I lost," he said finally.

I was completely convinced by this lion hunting knight.

The opponent's gold content is so high that those rumored achievements are absolutely not mixed with any water.

The result of this friendly match was that the friendly forces of Wolf Island were full of respect when facing the High Cliff Castle team. When they saw a baron patrolling the camp with his hands behind his back, they immediately saluted respectfully.

When the snow on the ground began to melt, an order from the town of Kalia finally allowed this crawling behemoth to stand up again and march towards Cologne!

(End of this chapter)