Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 61: The victory that seems in front of you may be a trap
The sudden javelin not only scared the people of the Evil Fang Tribe, but even Christina Bai, who was closest to Levi, did not expect him to attack suddenly.

"Damn it! We came here specially to help you through the difficult times, but you from the Fede tribe attacked the shaman with a crossbow. You are repaying kindness with enmity like wolves, and you will face the revenge of the Evil Fang tribe!"

The Evil Tooth tribe warrior who was delivering the message under the city wall was so angry that he jumped up and down, cursing loudly.

However, if these two guys could stop where they are while cursing, their words would seem more truthful.

As a result, when Levi threw out his javelin, the two were so scared that they ran towards their own team, fearing that they would be shot like hedgehogs if they were a step slower.

The reason they dared to stand under the city wall was that they were determined that the Fed tribe would not dare to make enemies with their Evil Tooth tribe at this time and create a new enemy.

But now this confidence was shattered by a single shot, especially since the Shaman didn't know what the situation was.

Levi didn't know why these two dared to stir up hatred here.

Swish!

He casually threw out two javelins and awarded them. The javelins made of fine steel shot out like thunder, and in the blink of an eye, they pinned the two men who had just run sixty steps away from the city wall to the ground, leaving only the spear tails still trembling.

Levi's javelin couldn't even withstand a troll that was three blades tall. Even if he was wearing iron armor, it could be easily pierced by his huge force, not to mention two northern savages who were wearing nothing.

The situation was obviously going well, but suddenly the chief was shot to the ground and was obviously dead. The shaman's life or death is unknown now.

The Evil Fang Tribe, which had lost its leader, suddenly fell into chaos, and everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to deal with the situation.

"Open the city gates. Soldiers from High Cliff Castle, follow me and charge! Soldiers from Fed will stay behind to provide support."

Levi would definitely not miss such a good opportunity. He raised his arm and led the way down the city wall, with the orcs following closely behind.

As the saying goes, to catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. In a team battle, you must attack from the rear.

After this group of people expressed their intention to marry Christina, Levi wanted to lure out the shaman who had been hiding. However, he did not expect that the old man would actually dare to come out.

Perhaps it was the distance of one hundred steps from the city wall that made him feel safe. After all, ordinary bows and arrows could hardly reach this distance, and even if they could reach this distance, the accuracy would certainly be uncontrollable.

But he did not expect Levi to be so smart. Back then in Cologne, he could accurately kill the knights of the Golden Lions at a distance of four hundred steps. A distance of one hundred steps was no less than putting the target in front of him.

Levi naturally would not miss this great opportunity and threw out his javelin directly.

With his accuracy, he would definitely not miss the target at this distance, and he successfully hit the shaman with one shot.

Levi couldn't say he was very happy about this obvious ending, but rather felt a little regretful.

He thought that this shaman who was proficient in witchcraft might have some advanced witchcraft and extraordinary strength, but he did not expect that he could not even block his shot. He was much weaker than he imagined.

It was not easy to disappoint Levi, who had been expecting a thrilling duel between the knight and the spellcaster that would resound throughout Debe.

He even gave this duel a name that would go down in history and be passed down for thousands of years - The Spellcaster's End.

When passing by two bodies that had been dead for a long time, Levi didn't even look at them.

They were just two unknown minor characters. Perhaps the chief of the Evil Fang tribe had hunted dozens of ferocious beasts and had superb martial arts skills, and even Christina Beth was afraid of him.

But when he couldn't even block his shot, it wasn't worth it for the Lord to spend extra brain cells to remember him. As of now, the only one who could catch his shot and survive was Lord Damon who had practiced fighting spirit.

It’s not like Levi had never practiced fighting spirit before. After all, when one’s strength reaches a bottleneck, one needs to use another system to increase his strength again.

Unfortunately, he discovered that the low-level Dou Qi secret book was no more helpful to him than adding a cup of water to the ocean, which was completely useless.

It would be better to kill more people with this time so that you can continue to upgrade.

The secret book of advanced fighting spirit is firmly in the hands of the great nobles and cannot be obtained with money at all.

In addition, those nobles who were said to have practiced the advanced Dou Qi secret book could not last more than one round in his hands, so he no longer insisted on practicing Dou Qi.

But the most important thing is that he doesn't have the secret book of advanced fighting spirit. If he had it, he wouldn't mind practicing it. If he could learn something from it, it would be a sure win.

"Your shaman and clan leader are dead, why don't you surrender?!"

Before the two sides came into contact, Zat, at Levi's signal, chopped off the head of the chief of the Evil Fang Tribe, put it on the battle axe and held it high, roaring with the orcs.

The roars of more than forty orc barbarians resounded throughout the sky, like raging thunder, shocking everyone.

Without someone in control of the overall situation, the chief's head was hung on the axe without dignity, and the shaman's life or death was unknown. The blow to the Evil Fang Tribe was unparalleled.

The morale of the Evil Fang tribe warriors was visibly declining, and they had lost the will to fight.

Perhaps there is no shortage of troops in history that were able to maintain their morale and fight the enemy even though their commanders were beheaded, but as far as Levi could remember, only the troop with the fluttering red flags was able to do so.

A group of northern savages obviously do not have this kind of tenacious spirit.

When the barbarians officially crashed into the ranks of the Evil Fang Tribe and started fighting, they devoured the flesh and blood in front of them like a meat grinder. The sight of the broken limbs and arms made this group of northern savages only able to resist for a little before they began to be defeated.

They ran in a disorderly manner towards the surrounding mountains and forests, covering the entire mountain and plain.

The forty or so barbarians were unable to stop the escape of more than 300 people and could only shout at the nearest people to surrender.

After nearly chopping down several fleeing Evil Fang warriors, excluding those who ran away and died, there were still seventy or eighty left squatting on the ground, nervously accepting their fate.

They were the soldiers in the front row, and when the rout began they could not rush out at all. In order to avoid being killed, they could only squat on the ground and surrender.

This battle could be said to be even easier than last night's. The barbarians only had to hack to death dozens of Evilfang warriors before their team began to collapse on its own, without the orcs even having time to warm up.

But Levi knew very well that the reason why this battle was won so easily was due to the information asymmetry and the overconfidence of the Evil Fang Tribe.

The shaman didn't know that his javelin skills had reached perfection. He was confident that he could kill accurately even at 300 steps, let alone 100 steps.

And the only patriarch was too confident and exposed himself to danger.

As a result, both leaders were beheaded by Levi, leaving the group leaderless and ready to collapse at the slightest pressure.

(End of this chapter)