Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The moment the Minotaurs made contact, they were continuously cut down by the unstoppable Orcish savages, and the battle line inevitably began to collapse.

However, after being enveloped in a red glow, their thick muscles became even more swollen, the veins on their arms bulged like winding dragons, fangs protruded from the corners of their mouths, their eyes were terrifyingly red, and the heat they exhaled in broad daylight was visible to the naked eye.

They actually managed to briefly resist the Orcs' charge, and the two sides became entangled again.

"Berserk!"

Li Wei was slightly surprised.

What truly made the Minotaurs feared by the heroes of the wilderness was the Berserk ability that each of them possessed innately.

This bloodline magic could greatly enhance their strength and stamina, and make them forget pain.

It could be said that as long as they activated Berserk, these Minotaurs would not stop killing unless their stamina was completely exhausted.

Although the drawback was that it would make them lose their minds and even weaken them for five or six days after the spell ended, if this spell was used at the right time, it could definitely have a reverse effect.

The Minotaurs gripped their weapons and clashed head-on with the Orcs, the light of reason having disappeared from their eyes.

Unfortunately, they ultimately chose the wrong enemy. The Orcs, who had been strengthened five times by the system, were not ordinary Orcs.

These Orc warriors who had followed him from the beginning were all the toughest of the tough. They wielded battle axes and war hammers with effortless skill, and their strength was astonishing. They were elites among elites, aces among aces.

In terms of martial skills, they were far superior to these hillbilly Minotaurs. Even in terms of strength, they were much stronger than the Minotaurs who had activated Berserk.

Faced with the Minotaurs' head-on collision, they were not afraid at all. With their master-level martial skills, they could easily tease these mindless oafs.

But they chose the most impactful way, roaring and wielding the weapons in their hands to collide.

Clang!

The violent sound of metal collision was like a lament before death. After only a few breaths, no matter how the Minotaurs roared, the weapons that were smashed down were slowly lifted by the short figures in front of them.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Streaks of silver light flashed past.

Blood stained the sky, and internal organs gushed out.

The Minotaurs' Berserk only maintained the battle line for less than a few minutes before being quickly pushed back by the Orcs again.

The Orcs, who automatically formed a cone-shaped formation, were like an unstoppable giant rhinoceros, violently piercing through everything in front of them.

Li Wei kicked the Minotaur in front of him, and the terrifyingly abundant force sent this thousand-pound behemoth flying like a broken sack, knocking over four or five fellow warriors.

The Minotaur with shattered internal organs finally collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud and could no longer get up.

Unfortunately, these Berserk Minotaurs had long lost their minds. Faced with this terrifying butcher, they still brandished their weapons and actively rushed up, attempting to trample him under their hooves.

Sharp blades were like lightning. Most of them only saw a bright white light, and their consciousness gradually sank into nothingness.

"Fighting, awesome!"

The lord laughed wildly, leaving his position as the arrowhead and rushing straight to the most crowded central area of the Minotaur formation.

The savages were already used to their leader's behavior of charging into the enemy formation alone once he got into the killing mood. Zart took over the lord's position without hesitation, leading the Orcs to continue attacking the Minotaurs.

Upward slashes, downward chops, horizontal cuts, and swings. The giant-like brute force and the giant sword specially mixed with orichalcum by the Ferde blacksmith, combined to bring an incredibly terrifying cutting force.

The feeling of sharp blades entering flesh was as crisp as a watermelon. These strong men, who were three blades tall and weighed a thousand pounds, were more powerless than scarecrows under the lord's sword. Hot blood stained the sky, and foul-smelling internal organs flowed all over the ground.

There were some fierce characters among the Minotaurs, such as chiefs who considered themselves brave, who attempted to stop the lord, but the only result for this master, who was nearly four blades tall, was still not much better. His weapon and even himself were cut in half.

Li Wei soon felt it was difficult to move forward because the grass under his feet had been soaked in blood and was muddy. Corpses, broken internal organs, and broken limbs had already covered the ground. His killing efficiency was no different from mowing grass.

Every step Li Wei and the savages took forward, dozens of Minotaurs fell one by one.

If these Minotaurs had not activated Berserk and lost their minds, even the most elite legions would have collapsed long ago in the face of such losses.

Gorgon, who had been confident from the beginning, waiting for the Minotaurs to deliver the final blow, now had a terribly pale face at the situation that was like a living hell for the Minotaurs.

This group of heavy armored infantry with a small number of people were like warriors of the gods, with unimaginable combat power.

Strength suppression, size suppression, number suppression.

In this small-scale melee combat of two hundred people against fifty people, the side with the greatest chance of winning was actually being defeated and retreating, while the side with almost no chance of winning was roaring and advancing, leaving a ground full of broken limbs and arms behind them.

It was as if this was not a crushing battle, but a group of children with strange strength were having a hearty beating of adults, and no matter how many people there were, it was all for nothing.

The most horrifying thing was the giant sword heavy armored warrior, who was obviously the shortest in stature among the heavy armored infantry, as if a potato had been mixed into this battle of pumpkins against watermelons.

The weapon he used was the most exaggerated, the length was the same as the height of the Minotaurs, and the sword body was wide enough to be used as a bed board for young ones.

No one knew where he got the strength from. Flesh was as fragile as weeds in front of him. Swinging the sword in a circle could permanently separate the most intimate upper and lower bodies of everyone within a three-blade radius.

Even the Berserk Minotaurs on the periphery, who had escaped the disaster by chance, hesitated slightly, wondering if they should fill this bottomless abyss.

And when he used an upward slash or a vertical chop, only the ground with a cross-section would also have a longitudinal section.

The Minotaurs suffered a devastating blow, and the main force that was advancing towards the hillside also fell one by one in front of the shield formation, unable to move forward any further.

Watching helplessly as the legion advancing towards the hillside suffered heavy losses, and the Minotaurs that he was so proud of were slaughtered, Gorgon's leisure and confidence had disappeared without a trace.

It had bet its future on this war of attacking the Deber family. This was the first thing it had done for Lady Sophia to dominate the wilderness. If it couldn't even do this well, what face would it have to continue fighting for the Lady?

It was a Dragon Vein Kobold, destined to be extraordinary from birth. Lady Sophia's arrival also proved this. This was definitely not the Lady's tomb where fate was on its side.

Gorgon was like a gambler who had lost his mind and could no longer turn back, ready to put in the last of its capital to make a comeback.

"You all follow me, prepare to support!"