Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"Hurry up! Don't even think about slacking off!"

On the hillside, the Orc warrior lashed out with a whip as thick as three fingers, striking the Ogre's back fiercely, sending saliva flying.

Snap!

With a resounding crack, the leather whip was torn apart like a piece of hemp.

The Ogre, carrying a cold boulder, howled in pain and quickened its pace slightly, struggling to carry the boulder to the catapult on the hillside.

"These Ogres have really thick skin; this is already the third whip."

Another Orc exhaled, rubbing its hands constantly, as if trying to bring himself a bit of warmth.

"I don't know what the chief is thinking, leaving the job of raiding those human logistics to rot, and insisting on guarding these three broken contraptions in this desolate place. It's freezing, nearly freezing Old Pig to death."

"And we're not even allowed to light a fire to keep warm, it just doesn't make sense."

An Orc wearing iron armor, with a tuft of black bristles on its head, sighed and complained, very dissatisfied.

"Exactly, if we could take down those humans' logistics, we wouldn't have to eat those Goblins anymore. Not only do they get stuck between your teeth, but their meat is also very sour."

Another Orc pulled out a small knife, picking at its teeth.

However, no matter how dissatisfied the two Orcs were, they were ultimately just grunts, unable to influence the decisions of those above.

On the other side.

"Chief, your decision is making the brothers very unhappy right now."

An Orc covered in red fur looked at the chief sitting imposingly on a boulder in front of him, a look of worry on his face.

"Dissatisfaction is better than dying for nothing," Tikri said calmly, looking at the place a few hundred steps away, where the sounds of fire and battle cries shook the sky.

Ever since he was tricked by that cunning Earth Goblin last time, he knew that these guys all had their own agendas, with more thoughts than he had hairs.

Since they were all thinking about slacking off, he would naturally do the same.

Originally, according to the plan, he was supposed to raid the enemy's logistics, but he naturally didn't agree, choosing to guard these three catapults.

After all, using his head to think, why would such a good position as logistics suddenly fall to him to attack?

He guessed that there must be a lot of humans guarding it, he wouldn't fall for it.

Coming here, although he was away from the main battlefield, he could at least preserve his people. Let whoever wants to attack the logistics go ahead.

Anyway, if they really took it down, he would definitely get a share.

"How many stones have those idiots moved?"

Tikri asked instead.

They were here not only to protect these three catapults that they had managed to transport, but also to carry out remote suppression strikes.

It was a very easy job, and the battle merits could not be ignored.

"Those damned Ogres, as long as the warriors aren't careful, they'll secretly slack off. They've only moved about ten stones after so long."

The red-furred Orc said with disgust.

To them, Ogres were no different from beasts. Although they were very strong, their intelligence was at most comparable to a three-year-old child in their tribe.

If it weren't for the fact that they were still somewhat useful, they would have long been used as food.

"Then whip them more; these idiots only respond to force." Tikri waved his hand.

He was preparing to store more stones for a large-scale projection.

It would be best if those Centaurs and Minotaurs had all entered the human camp, so he could let them taste the taste of boulders together.

Tikri thought to himself.

He wasn't afraid of being questioned afterward, after all, it was dark, and from so far away, who knew they had already entered the human camp? He was just carrying out stone strikes as ordered.

"Wait, did you hear anything?"

Suddenly, Tikri's ears twitched, and he turned to look at the darkness in the distance, but there was nothing but a patch of white snow.

"No," the red-furred Orc just shook his head.

"I must have misheard."

Tikri turned back and ordered, "Have the warriors perk up. Although we're not on the main battlefield, it's inevitable that humans will send out small teams to attack."

"Chief, the moon has parted the clouds tonight. If the humans really send people to attack, we're standing at a high place and can spot their tracks from a hundred steps away," the red-furred Orc comforted him.

He thought his chief was being too cautious.

Tikri thought about it and it was true. Now, under the moonlight, the surroundings were a pale white, and the visibility was very high.

But for some reason, he always felt flustered, but he thought it must be because he had been constantly reflecting these days on whether leading his people south was the right choice.

He had resolutely led his people south just because he listened to the Dark Elf's one-sided words, just for that thing that existed in the past.

But…

Tikri closed his eyes and recalled.

That feeling couldn't be wrong, it must be the primordial blood crystal that could increase bloodline concentration and had hereditary ability.

Just getting close, the blood all over his body was already boiling uncontrollably, as if he wanted to take back the power of his ancient ancestors.

As long as he obtained the blood crystal and increased his bloodline concentration, not only could his strength be improved to the next level, but his descendants could also inherit his power!

You must know that the world generally follows a principle.

That is, the bloodline of the strong can only be passed down if they become legendary powerhouses, and if they cannot become legendary powerhouses, even the offspring they give birth to may be useless.

But there are shortcuts and exceptions to everything, and the primordial blood crystal is one of them.

It can not only purify the bloodline, and has a chance to return to the ancestors to obtain the power of the ancestors, but also allow him to pass on his talent.

Guarantee that his descendants, like him, will far surpass their compatriots and become overlords in the wilderness.

With the leadership of a strong man, their clan will not be like the black wheatgrass in spring, with prosperity and decline, and every year is a cycle.

Think about it, decades ago, there were only a hundred warriors in their clan, and later, under his leadership, they continued to expand and grow, and now it is a large tribe of thousands of people.

Therefore, Tikri deeply recognized the importance of a strong man.

Just like the Centaur clan led by Commander Gus, they used to be so weak that they could only act as bandits in the wilderness, looting everywhere.

But with the birth of the Centaur favored by the Centaur God, this Centaur clan has grown in an unimaginable way.

Its giant hooves can easily smash rocks, and the lightning elements it controls innately allow it to chase the sun and electricity, and the arrows it shoots are like thunder in a rainstorm, which is frightening.

It is very strong, so strong that Tikri feels that he will turn into a pile of coke in the next second just by looking at it.

Because of this, he is so eager for the primordial blood crystal.

If he devours it and improves the purity of his bloodline, he may also awaken the ability of elements, and allow his descendants to have his power.

Or rather, these powerful tribes in the depths of the wilderness can gather here for the primordial blood crystal.

Tikri couldn't help but recall his childhood, gradually drifting away.

"Where are we?"

Li Wei asked in a muffled voice, he was among a group of barbarians who were two and a half to six blades tall, and he was only a little over one blade and eight, looking around, a piece of exaggerated chest muscles that even iron armor could not cover.

"We've reached the bottom of the hillside, and most of the Orcs are halfway up the mountain," Maisa, who was grabbing the two decorative horns on the lord's helmet and acting as a watchtower, replied.

Looking from a high place, only she can clearly see the situation outside.

"Can we get to a position above the middle of the mountain?"

Li Wei asked.

Although the barbarians were brave, launching an attack from bottom to top would inevitably consume more stamina, not to mention that the opponent also had catapults, although they couldn't be used at such a close distance.

But there must be boulders on the hillside. If they were pushed down, except for him and Zart, it is estimated that none of the other barbarians could resist them head-on.

Therefore, it is best to touch them before launching an attack.

"It's a bit difficult, but we can try," Maisa frowned.

After all, the snow mirror technique is not a profound magic. Once you get too close, you are likely to be discovered.

Fortunately, although these Orcs are patrolling and guarding, they are quite idle, and some are even lying in the snow to take a nap wrapped in a piece of animal skin.

"Then there's nothing to say, continue to move forward, and launch a charge when we are discovered," Li Wei said.

Being able to get so close was already beyond his expectations, and it was a gain to move forward a few more steps.

After all, if it weren't for Maisa in front, running straight over like this would inevitably be hit by a few rounds of stone throwing along the way.

Now, at least, the barbarians don't have to use their bodies to resist the hard stones.

As the lord requested, the barbarians tried to make way for Li Wei to successfully reach the edge of the hood.

Just after taking a look, he decided on the route.

"Touch up from the west, go up the slope quietly, don't talk."

A group of muscular men, like ballerinas, tiptoed towards the hillside.

From here, you can already see the outline of the three catapults on the top of the slope, and there are a few Ogres carrying boulders up there.

Pfft~

Suddenly, a muffled sound was so abrupt in the silent snowy night.

"What's that?"

An Orc who was dozing off suddenly woke up and looked cautiously at the location where the sound came from.

But under the moonlight, there was nothing but the same as the surrounding snow. It cautiously picked up the knife inserted in the snow and walked over.

Meow~

A cat meow suddenly sounded.

The Orc breathed a sigh of relief, stopped, it turned out to be a cat... bullshit.

How could there be such an animal in this ghost place? It remained calm, turned around and opened its mouth to shout "Enemy attack", but it couldn't make a sound.

Huh, why did I suddenly become so short?

It thought so, but it couldn't see anything in front of it.

"You little bastard, I knew you wouldn't believe me."

The lord shook off the blood beads on the Holy Sword and sneered at the headless body lying on the ground.

Until now, the corpse seemed to react, and blood began to spurt out of its neck, dyeing the white snow into a blood red color, and the stench lingered on the tip of its nose.

"You idiot, you can't even hold back a fart, what great things can you do in the future?" Turning his head, Li Wei scolded Zart, who was touching his head and smiling foolishly.

"Boss, didn't I just eat too many roasted radishes tonight?" Zart put his two index fingers together, very aggrieved.

But it also understood a truth, that is, never bet that the fart is silent!

Maisa's face was pale. She had never seen life so fragile from the first perspective. With just a wave of the sword, the huge head smashed into the snow.

The most **** thing she had ever seen was when she went home and her mother killed a chicken.

"How do you feel?"

The lord put her down from his neck.

Maisa just shook her head and didn't speak. Under the bright moonlight, her face was as pale as water that had been soaked for a day and a night.

"Hey, I also vomited and diarrhea the first time I killed someone, you don't have to hold it in, just vomit it out."

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything. As soon as the lord spoke, and thinking about the scene just now, Maisa couldn't help it anymore.

She bent over and retched aside.

"Tsk tsk." Li Wei shook his head.

In fact, he was lying. When he came to this world, the first person he killed was the brothel manager who almost sold the previous owner.

Li Wei remembered very clearly that he turned into the yard at night with his agile skills. The guy was counting the money he sold the previous owner to the brothel in the room.

He went straight in and chopped off his dog's head from behind with a sword, and then, hungry for half a day, he ate the freshly made food on the dining table with relish, and after eating and drinking, he swaggered to search for the money and left the city, and ran to the nearby city.

To be honest, he was indeed afraid, but when he thought that he had the strength to kill a few cows with one punch, he was not afraid.

As for disgusting? Going home for the New Year, Li Wei was the butcher. Those who have killed people know that, honestly, the two are actually similar, except that the latter is the same kind.

"The tactic is very simple. First, rush up and occupy the top of the slope, then first come three rounds of javelin throwing, and then a wave of charge to leave all these bastards here for me!"

Li Wei quickly ordered.

The slight movement here has already attracted the attention of the Orc guards and they are starting to surround here.

Fortunately, it is already very close to the top of the slope, and you can rush up in at most dozens of breaths.

"Charge!"

The barbarians no longer hide, and seventy or so people charge up the mountain with the lord.

They instantly collided with the Orcs who were surrounding them, and for a while, these Orcs were directly cut down.

You must know that even the berserk Minotaurs can only make a few moves with the barbarians, let alone these Orcs who are only two blades tall.

This scene stunned Maisa.

In her imagination, war is the mutual fighting of soldiers on both sides, and both sides are exchanging people.

But now…

Only the Orcs are constantly falling down. These orc guards from Highcliff Fortress are like hardworking old farmers, harvesting the straw in front of them with sickles.

The battle is completely one-sided.

The lord doesn't even need to take action, just protect Maisa, the only spellcaster.

"How is it? My subordinates are all elites among the elites, the aces among the aces. I don't even need to take action to deal with a group of little bastards."

The lord put his hands on his hips, triumphant, with the air of a great general pointing out the country.