Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 50 The End
Those who can survive in this wilderness are not cowards, and the robbers are by no means cowards when they need to fight for their lives.

Unfortunately, facing Levi who acted as the arrow, they really didn't have the courage to do so.

This monster seemed to never get tired, and it could chop down a large number of its companions with just one swing of its giant sword.

They are like weeds that can be found everywhere in the wilderness and are easily harvested by them.

Even the powerful troll warrior was split in half along with his weapon when facing this monster.

This is no longer a monster, it's a demon!!!
This group of bandits was completely frightened by Levi's relentless, mowing-the-grass-down massacre.

No matter how hard the several big dog-headed men who were there to maintain order tried, they could no longer enforce discipline, and this group of makeshift bandits began to flee across the mountains and plains.

The Fed warriors on the hillside began to kill the fleeing bandits one by one, continuing to expand their victory.

Standing on the hillside, Christina witnessed it all. Even though it was noon and the sun was high in the sky, her hands and feet felt cold.

When Levi defeated all the orcs in Highcliff Castle, Joss discussed with her that if this lord put on heavy armor and went into the battlefield, he would be a meat grinder.

But merely imagining and seeing with one's own eyes are two completely different things. She could no longer understand the visual impact brought about by this simplest power in reality.

"Jos, is this the God of War?" Bairistina's eyes were dull.

"Miss, this is a devil!" Jos's eyes became even duller.

Fifty against seven hundred. Even though the discipline of this wilderness coalition army is terrible, they cannot be compared with the regular army.

But those trolls and behemoths were enough to make up for the gap.

If five hundred regular troops were to face this wilderness coalition, even if they could win, the final result would be heavy losses.

But what did he just see?
It only took fifty men to cut through the coalition force of seven hundred men. The extremely powerful troll warriors could only block the cone-shaped team for a while before they were killed to the point where only a few were left.

Especially the leading lord, who killed at least hundreds of bandits alone in this war.

And it is still full of energy until now.

The fleeing bandits felt very aggrieved. Originally, only the good-for-nothing nobles would come to such a remote place to open up new opportunities.

Now look at the orc barbarians who use battle axes with amazing strength and can throw spears in one hand, which is even more terrifying. And the iron can at the leader who looks like a monster can kill them all in fear by himself.

No matter how you look at it, this team is the elite among the elites, the ace among aces.

Why don't you go to a more affluent place to explore if you are so capable? Why do you have to come to this poor place where no one lives to compete with them for such a small fortune?

After being chased by the barbarians and harvested by the Fed warriors, only a few dozen wilderness bandits escaped.

But soon, three gnolls riding on wolves caught up from behind, and it seemed that no one could escape.

The entire field was dyed red with blood, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, leaving no place for people to stand.

The surrendered bandits sat on the grass with lifeless eyes.

The harsh and barren wilderness has made them accustomed to the threat of death, and they think they are no longer afraid of death.

But it turns out that quantitative change can lead to qualitative change.

The sight of the sea of ​​blood and corpses looked like a slaughterhouse, and it was like a basin of ice water was poured over one's head. Even the most life-indifferent robber felt cold under the scorching sun.

They actually wanted to run away, but when they saw the blood-soaked warrior, their legs went weak and they had no strength left. This had nothing to do with courage, it was just an instinctive desire to survive.

In their hearts, they cursed the old dog-headed man who organized this war with the most vicious words.

If they had not seen with their own eyes that the old dog-headed man was shot dead by an arrow, they would have eaten him alive even at the risk of being killed.

"Now, Highcliff Castle doesn't have to worry about slaves." Levi looked like he had just swam in a sea of ​​blood. Every step he took left a blood-red pit, and some minced meat fell from the gaps in his armor as he moved.

All the trolls were slaughtered, except for one that was shot through the foot by the barbarians' spears and was lying on the ground wailing.

What surprised Levi a little was that the two Windego beasts did not run too far. Instead, they dug a hole not far away and buried most of their bodies in it, just like ostriches, which was quite funny.

"Boss." Zat took off his dented horned helmet, revealing a swollen face. The bandits' attacks were not entirely useless, especially those trolls, which made the barbarian lose a lot of strength.

Its mood was unusually low: "Several of our brothers are dying."

Levi opened the system panel and saw several orc barbarians were seriously injured in the team column.

"Take me to see it."

Launching a charge with inferior forces may sound heroic, but in reality it is tantamount to dancing on the edge of a knife.

Every orc barbarian had some injuries to some extent, but because Levi was in the front to share most of the pressure, and with the crushing equipment, most of the injuries were minor.

There were only four barbarians who were the exceptions. They were the vanguard barbarians wearing iron armor. Because they rushed the hardest and faced the most enemies, they fell the fastest.

When they arrived at a flat ground, they saw four orcs lying flat on the grass. The chests of two of them seemed to be torn open by sharp blades. Although the iron armor protected them from being cut in half, the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible, and a large amount of blood was oozing out.

Levi could tell at a glance that this was the wound caused by the tail blade of Windegomon. This giant beast not only has extremely thick scales for defense, but its tail blade is also as sharp as a blade.

The other two orcs did not have any external injuries, but the armor on their chests was dented and they were barely breathing.

You know, on the battlefield, these invisible injuries are often the most fatal.

The two orcs were obviously hit in the chest by the troll's stick, and their internal organs were probably almost damaged.

The orcs who gathered together were in low spirits. These four orcs grew up in the same tribe with them and had a very deep relationship with them.

Levi opened the panel and found that the four orc barbarians had reached the upgrade standards, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had long discovered that with each upgrade, not only would the soldiers' attributes be improved, but their health would also be restored to a certain extent.

But this was far from enough, the four orcs were seriously injured.

Levi set his eyes on his skill panel.

"Medical: Each point increases the team's health recovery speed by 20%."

"Surgery: Each point increases the chance of saving a team member who would otherwise die by 5%."

He didn't have a team before, so he had no need for these two skills, so he put all his skill points into skills to improve his personal strength.

But now these two skills are like magical skills to him.

(End of this chapter)