Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"Boss, should we start killing?"

In the trench, Zart, wielding a two-bladed great axe as tall as a man, stood beside Li Wei and asked in a low voice.

"Wait a little longer, those Minotaurs haven't made a move yet."

The Lord calmly wiped his greatsword. The opponent was obviously confident of victory, and therefore methodically deployed warriors onto the battlefield.

Right now, he's just letting the lizardmen go on.

It's said that soldiers face soldiers, generals face generals. If they rush out now, they'll look like unknown small characters.

The specially made harpoon and great shield weren't suitable for this scene, so Li Wei put them into the system space, ready to be taken out and used directly when the dragon appeared.

Faced with this crowded battlefield, obviously the greatsword was the most suitable grass-cutting artifact. Just a single spin could clear a blank space.

Originally, the Lord was worried that the other side would send gnolls here or go to that reed marsh to investigate, but his worries were obviously superfluous.

These were just a bunch of wild hillbillies, not military masters. Knowing some military knowledge of formations was already commendable. They definitely couldn't handle issues like ambushes and ambuscades.

As time passed, even after the lizardmen suffered setbacks under the shield wall and sharp arrows, Gorgon could no longer sit still.

The seemingly small number of humans prevented the huge number of lizardmen warriors from breaking through the shield wall, leaving only corpses in front of it.

Gorgon realized he had underestimated the enemy. These humans were stronger than expected.

They were like reefs in the sea, seemingly thin and fragile, but unshakable no matter how the wind and waves beat against them.

The long-restrained Minotaurs, panting heavily, joined the battlefield with bloodshot eyes.

For these Minotaurs, only battle could bring them joy.

Hundreds of Minotaurs weighing a thousand pounds launched a charge, no less than a thousand horses galloping, and their momentum was even greater.

Their three-bladed tall bodies were simply an insurmountable height.

"Damn it, brothers, let's start killing!"

Putting the iron helmet on his head, Li Wei, wearing three layers of iron armor, bent his legs and jumped over the trench, taking the lead.

"My great axe is already thirsty!"

Zart also shouted, wanting to jump out as handsomely as the Lord, but wearing the same three layers of iron armor, it could only jump up one blade high, and couldn't jump over the one and a half or six-seven blade high trench at all.

In the end, it could only honestly use its hands and feet to climb up.

As for the other orcs, needless to say, they couldn't even reach one blade.

Fifty fully armed orcs were as swift as leopards, waving their weapons like ten thousand horses rushing out of the pen, swarming up all at once.

"Kill!"

To cover up his embarrassment, Zart roared, waving his great axe after climbing out.

The neat roar gathered in the air and turned into rolling thunder: "Kill!"

"Ambush?"

This terrible thought almost stopped Gorgon's heart, followed by even more violent beating.

To be honest, ambush, this ancient but effective tactic, was often used by both humans and locals. Logically speaking, Gorgon should have thought of it earlier.

But commanding a legion of nearly four thousand people had exhausted its energy, and it couldn't take care of other things at all, subconsciously forgetting these.

The dragon legion was its ladder to achieve its ambitions, but it was not its private property. It absolutely could not bear the consequences of defeat.

Fortunately, the ambushing enemy did not surge in like a tide as imagined. There were only forty or fifty people, although they were well-equipped, the dragon legion had a ten-fold advantage in numbers.

This advantage was enough to smooth out this gap.

"Let the Minotaurs turn around!" Gorgon didn't want to drag the time any longer.

Although these people were well-equipped, their size was like dwarfs compared to the Minotaurs, especially the leading iron can, no one would not believe that it was a newborn Minotaur cub.

Fortunately, the Minotaurs had just joined the battlefield and had not gone berserk and lost their minds, so they could still obey orders.

The heavy hooves began to sound again, but the position had obviously changed.

There was no need for probing or small talk, the two sides hit each other with the fire of heaven and earth as soon as they came into contact.

"Moo!"

Leading the way was a Minotaur elite that was rare even among Minotaurs, at least a captain-level master, raising its head and letting out a beast-like earth-shattering roar, and the rusty iron hammer slammed down on this self-proclaimed little man.

The Lord did not intend to retreat at all, and slashed with the greatsword in his hand, which was enough to be a bed board for children.

In mid-air, at the moment when the greatsword and the great hammer collided, a thunderous explosion-like sound made people's eardrums ache.

Seemingly mismatched opponents, in fact, the ending was already doomed.

The rusty iron hammer was slammed back by the greatsword's unparalleled power, and slammed heavily into the Minotaur's facial bones, and blood spurted out like a sluice, desperately.

This warrior, as tall and burly as a little giant and commendable in courage, did not leave a single word. His huge body shook and fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The old members of the Orcs of Highcliff Fortress, blessed by the power of the system, were all a circle bigger than before. Compared to their height of about two and a half blades when they first joined the Orcs, they were all more than two and a half blades.

But compared to the Minotaurs, they still only reached the opponent's chest, a whole circle smaller.

The myriad forms of life have always followed a rule: size and strength are often proportional. The power contained in a thousand pounds of weight is more than that of five hundred pounds.

So powerful races are often very tall, such as giants and trolls.

According to this rule, the strength of the orc barbarians is less than that of the Minotaurs, because their size is a whole circle smaller.

And the power crush brought about by this size cannot be compensated by sophisticated weapons and equipment.

Everyone present agreed with this.

Gorgon was even looking forward to these Minotaurs smashing these iron cans into iron pancakes.

The two sides collided with each other without fear, and the shouts of killing and the collision of weapons were as fierce as a storm.

A moment later, a scene that stunned everyone happened.

The Minotaurs were actually the ones who were knocked down. Gorgon even saw the two sides colliding head-on, and the weapon that was knocked away was actually the Minotaur's.

The simplest and purest brute force brought the most shocking visual impact.

For a moment, Gorgon even wondered if it was dreaming.

It could also solve the Minotaurs, but it was far from as easy and freehand as this.

The Minotaurs' battle line was being pushed up little by little. This was the first time they had been pushed back by others. They roared angrily, wanting to fight back, but it was still useless.

In this case, the Minotaurs were completely red-eyed, and a blood mist visible to the naked eye enveloped them.