Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 55: Killed in One Shot
On the hillside on the side of the Dara tribe, Levi rushed to the front with a huge sword in hand, followed by the equally silent orc barbarians behind him.

The distance between the two sides was about two to three hundred steps. If they charged at full speed, it meant that the close combat would only last for a few tens of seconds.

The captive jungle leopards of the Dara tribe came in handy. Cats can see at night, and these creatures are usually very vigilant and can detect the slightest movement.

They began to remind the knights on their bodies and roared in a deep voice towards the location of the Gaoya Castle team.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The warriors of the Dara tribe also discovered something unusual. Under the moonlight, a group of tall and strong warriors rushed down the mountain, shouting at the top of their lungs to give warnings.

Since a large number of warriors from the Dara tribe were attacking the city in front, it was impossible for them to turn around and face the surprise attack in time.

The Jungle Leopard warriors who had been supporting from the rear drove their Jungle Leopards across the rocky slopes and made a roundabout way to meet the enemy, trying to buy time for their own team to turn around and fight the enemy.

In fact, launching a charge in the mountains and forests in the dark was a bit too harsh on the Gaoyabao team.

The barbarians did not maintain the formation they usually maintained during training, and the original V-shaped charge formation with Levi as the leader also became a little scattered.

The two sides were in complete chaos, grabbing the enemies in front of them and starting to fight.

There was absolutely no need for testing or asking. Anyone who appeared here at this time must be an enemy. As soon as the two sides met, a bloody fight broke out.

"Roar!"

Rushing in the front were the elite jungle leopard warriors. Not only were the black panthers under their crotches several times larger than those of the others, the knights were also of burly build, wearing simple iron armor, and the dyed lines on their faces looked like man-eating demons under the moonlight.

The black panther jumped up from a huge rock, blocking the half-moon in the sky and pounced towards Levi. The burly knight on it was holding a rusty long-handled half-moon axe and swung it directly at Levi's head.

The lord had no intention of backing down. He roared, raised the huge sword in his hand, and slashed at the knight in the air with great force.

Clang!
At the moment when the giant sword and the giant axe collided in the night sky, the thunder-like sound briefly covered up the sound of fighting, and the strings of rising sparks made the eyes that had adapted to the darkness feel a slight sting.

The weight of the jungle leopard in mid-air and the rider, nearly a thousand pounds, was transmitted to Levi's palm through the sword, forcing the lord's palm armor to be deformed in order to hold the giant sword steadily.

But this rider was even more miserable. His iron axe only blocked for a moment, and because he could not control the force of the collision, the weapon flew out of his hand and the giant sword chopped down on his head.

With a "crash", the knight in the air did not even leave a word as he was split into two halves along with his mount by the double-edged sword under the moonlight.

Red and white poured down on his head, as if it was raining blood.

The four halves of the body fell to the ground with a snap, like a pig being slaughtered in half, and a generation of brave warriors came to an end.

"Experience +1410"

A string of small words flashed in the lower right corner of the lord's vision, and then faded.

"kill!"

The morale of the orcs was boosted. It was not the first time they had seen their leader kill in such a cruel way. Even the bravest warriors were like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered in front of him and could be chopped in half with one sword.

They could not restrain their emotions, and a strong sense of pride and honor rose in their hearts, as if they also possessed that unrivaled power and wanted to vent it.

The average barbarian in the North has about one and a half blades and weighs more than two hundred pounds. They are sturdy and agile. The brave knight just now has two blades and his body is full of tendon muscles.

But compared to the orc barbarians who all had two blades and weighed 500 pounds, they still pale in comparison. Except for Levi, all kinds of life generally follow the same rule: weight is often proportional to strength, and a weight of 500 pounds can contain more strength than a weight of 200 pounds.

Therefore, the stronger party is often taller. Of course, there are exceptions such as dwarves. Although the vertical development of this group of short guys is not satisfactory, their horizontal development is unmatched.

According to this rule, the orcs are far more powerful than these northern savages because they are a whole circle smaller in size.

In this kind of small melee, the crushing advantage brought by strength is difficult to make up for by anything else.

Not to mention that the orcs and barbarians have been empowered by the system and are no longer the group of bumpkins wandering in the wilderness of the far north. It is no exaggeration to say that this change is earth-shaking.

Now they are not only extremely powerful, but also very skilled in wielding axes and javelins, and their battlefield awareness is also extremely sophisticated.

When the jungle leopard warriors of the Dara tribe pounced, a volley of spears knocked down more than a dozen Dara warriors.

The subsequent hand-to-hand combat between the two sides became one-sided. In just a moment, all the jungle leopard warriors were knocked down by the barbarians, leaving only the wailing of the jungle leopards.

However, within this short period of time, the Dara tribe also reacted to the sudden attack from a group of enemies on the right side and began to organize a team to meet the enemy.

Otherwise, if they allow this team to advance from the right, they will suffer heavy losses.

Several orc barbarians wearing iron armor and holding steel axes followed Levi, forming the sharpest blade.

Swish!
A javelin appeared in Levi's hand. He gathered all his strength and threw it forward.

It was like a powerful shot from a crossbow, and the spear seemed to teleport at close range, instantly knocking down the Dara warrior in front, then continued to fly backwards without losing momentum, merged into the crowd, and disappeared.

All that was left was a series of screams echoing in the darkness.

"Charge! Charge!"

The barbarians roared and launched a fierce attack in the direction where the spears flew. The other side also launched a fierce charge not to be outdone.

The Dara archers who were on a high ground in the rear could use the moonlight to easily see a group of people who came from nowhere and were fighting with the warriors of their tribe on the battlefield below.

I want to shoot, but I'm afraid of hurting my teammates by mistake.

Just when their attention was all focused on the area below, they didn't know that a team had sneaked up from behind.

"kill!"

Zat roared, jumped forward first, and chopped off the head of an archer from the Dara tribe with an axe.

The orcs no longer hid, but rushed forward and chopped down the defenseless archers.

The barbarians were better equipped and stronger than the Dara warriors, and with a sneak attack, a dozen of them easily chopped down the thirty-odd archers.

"Let's go and support the boss!"

Zat straightened his horn helmet, shook off the blood beads on the axe blade, and took the initiative to act as the sharp blade of the V, launching a charge towards the left side of the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)