Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Among them, Zatt was the most ferocious killer. Since he leveled up several times in a row and the Lord added all his attribute points, this guy complained that chopping people with one axe was too slow, so he directly got two double-edged battle axes.

Now he's like mincing meat, splitting a pig-headed man in half with one axe, rushing forward to kill.

Just look at his current stats, and you'll know why this guy is so fierce.

「Zatt」

「Race: Orc」

「Level: 19→30」

「Experience: 1348/1000000」

「Strength: 21→27」

「Agility: 19→26」

「Intelligence: 5→7」

「Charm: 6→10」

「Available Attribute Points: 13→0」

「Skills: Iron Bone 6→11, Power Strike 7→12, Power Throw 6→7, Weapon Mastery 4→5, Shield Defense 5, Running 7→8, Riding 4 [Note: Max Level 15]」

「Available Skill Points: 13→0」

「Weapon Proficiency: One-Handed Weapons 85, Two-Handed Weapons 210→398, Polearms 30, Bows 0, Throwing 188→310, Crossbows 0」[Note: Max Level 720]

「Available Weapon Points: 600→0」

Since coming to the wilderness, this guy has leveled up a total of eleven times. Adding the two free attribute points he had left over from before, all thirteen points were evenly distributed by Li Wei to strength and agility.

To the Lord's delight, this guy's intelligence and charm actually increased automatically by several points through training.

In fact, Li Wei was not surprised by the increase in charm. After all, charm doesn't just refer to appearance; it also includes a person's temperament, reputation, status, prestige, and so on.

This guy is at least the second-in-command of High Cliff Fort's military, leading so many people, so his status and prestige are naturally unquestionable. As for his reputation, in White Stream City's propaganda, this guy is the High Cliff Fort Lord's right-hand man.

It's just this intelligence; Li Wei really can't figure out why it increased. But putting everything else aside, this simpleton's cunning has indeed grown, and no one knows who he learned it from.

He doesn't learn good things, only bad ones.

The pig-headed men were beaten back, retreating step by step, their faces filled with fear.

For the first time, they realized why that group of minotaurs had been annihilated. The orc guards in front of them were so fierce that they didn't seem like the same kind of creature as those in the depths of the wilderness.

Their strength was comparable to giants, their speed was as fast as lightning, but their martial skills were as profound as those of human swordsmasters.

It was simply illogical.

For wilderness people, these things were mutually exclusive.

With outstanding strength, martial skills would inevitably be weak. After all, it's like an elephant wouldn't specifically learn martial skills to deal with humans.

In their view, martial skills were tricks used by weak humans to deal with them.

Especially the leading orc, who was clearly several times stronger than his kin. One axe strike could even split the body along with its armor – it was simply too terrifying.

"Red Hog is here!"

Cheers came from behind, and the morale of the pig-headed warriors, who had been retreating, soared. They quickly opened up a path.

A huge pig-headed man with a body size comparable to Zatt's and covered in red hair, rushed down from the top of the slope, carrying a giant steel blade.

"Everyone get out of the way! Leave this orc to me!"

With its huge size running, the accumulated snow trembled. It roared with great momentum.

"If it's Red Hog, there's definitely no problem!"

"Before Chief Tikri, Red Hog was our chief. In terms of strength alone, he's definitely not weaker than this orc!"

"This orc will know the fury of us pig-headed men!"

All the pig-headed men craned their necks and looked forward with confidence, cheering.

You should know that before Tikri became the chief, it was this Red Hog who served as their chief. In terms of strength alone, he was also top-notch in the wilderness.

Looking at the red-haired pig-headed man wielding a giant steel blade with both hands and slashing at him, Zatt directly chopped at him with an axe.

Clang!

The sound of metal colliding was so piercing that it hurt the eardrums. A string of sparks was so conspicuous in the night.

Before everyone could react, Zatt swung the axe in his right hand again.

Swish!

A pig's head full of disbelief slid cleanly from its neck, smashing into the snow, and its huge body collapsed with a bang.

"Is that all? You roared so loudly; I thought you were some tough character."

Zatt picked his nose with one hand, his face full of disdain.

This kind of stuff wasn't his opponent when he dominated the Southern Arena, let alone now that his strength has undergone qualitative changes after countless gifts from the God of War from his boss.

To be honest, only his boss is evenly matched with him now, after all, it's either he loses or he wins.

Even Olak, that shaman orc, has to add all the spells to himself to barely last a few dozen rounds with him.

In Zatt's view, this kind of enemy is not even as good as Hogg, that wolf cub, it's really unremarkable.

"Alas, a master is lonely."

Zatt carried his hands on his back, looked up at the moon, and looked as lonely as the snow in this world.

After all, even the famous pig-headed chief is not his match.

Now I don't know who can fight him.

Unfortunately, before he could sigh a few breaths, he fell head over heels the next moment.

"I'll let you put on airs, hurry up and occupy those three catapults for the Lord!"

The Lord smiled coldly and withdrew his shadowless kick.

He was too embarrassed to talk about cleaning up a few small fries, but he didn't expect this simpleton to put on airs.

"Yes, boss."

Zatt quickly got up from the ground, spat out the snow in his mouth, and quickly continued to charge towards the mountain, secretly pouting, feeling that his luck was bad.

I just wanted to learn from the boss and show off in front of the warriors, but I was caught right on the spot.

But fortunately, they must have seen his great figure, and he will go to show off in front of them after it is over.

Zatt thought so.

The Lord walked unhurriedly with his hands behind his back, taking Maisha up the mountain.

This group of pig-headed men is more numerous than the barbarians, but they don't understand formation at all. Once a battle breaks out, they rush up in a swarm.

Facing the neat rows of barbarians advancing as a team, like lawnmowers, they simply couldn't stop them.

In just a few rounds, nearly a hundred were knocked down. With the death of that pig-headed chief, their morale could no longer hold on and they began to howl and flee in all directions.

Walking to the top of the slope, several scarred giants were whimpering and holding their heads, lying on the snow beside the catapult.

It was obvious that they had been oppressed by these inhumane pig-headed men for a long time.

"I'm here, old men, your savior is here!"

"I am the kindest master, and I will give you food and lodging out of compassion." Li Wei looked at their strong bodies and smiled with satisfaction: "Get ready and welcome your new working life."

The giants breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were not very intelligent, they could understand simple meanings.

Now these newcomers don't plan to kill them, but treat them as labor.

In this freezing season, having a job with food and lodging is not necessarily their luck.

"Boss, there's still a pig-headed man here!"

A High Cliff Fort barbarian shouted.

Everyone hurried over.