Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Layton's experience was quite bizarre.

For the first ten years of his life, he lived like the vast majority of ordinary hobgoblins, in the boundless wilderness, leading a group of goblins and hobgoblins in a life barely better than that of wild beasts.

Although they claimed to have excellent tactics and strategies, it was only because they were the tallest among the short. Compared to their ignorant kin—the goblins—they could indeed be called exceptionally intelligent.

However, compared to humans or elves, their so-called outstanding intelligence was as ridiculous as a cub who had just learned to speak claiming to be fluent in the slangs of seven kingdoms.

For ten years, his life consisted of leading dozens of hobgoblins, living a monotonous life of finding food, eating his fill, sleeping, and then continuing to plunder or search for food, day in and day out.

Everything changed with a disaster.

It was a memorable summer solstice. The wilderness welcomed a long-awaited drought. Streams began to dry up, and lakes were reduced to mud.

Water resources became scarce, both for the hobgoblins and for other predators.

The slight difference was that the goblin tribe could only migrate to find water, while predators could temporarily choose to replenish their body fluids with blood.

Undoubtedly, Layton's tribe was unlucky. They encountered a swamp earth lion whose throat was parched and smoking.

For the goblin family, whose combat power was not outstanding, this kind of magical beast covered in mud and stone armor was an irresistible natural disaster.

Moreover, the swamp earth lion controlled powerful earth elements, allowing them to instantly turn hard, stony ground as soft as sand.

In just one encounter, it trapped everyone in the tribe, including Layton, in the earth.

Then, this beast used its sharp claws to cut open necks and greedily suck the gushing blood.

It didn't stop until it had drained every last drop of blood from the corpses' blood vessels, and then it reluctantly moved on to the next one.

Although the consciousness of hobgoblins and goblins was ignorant and stupid, it didn't mean they had no intelligence.

Watching their kin being beheaded one by one, and then having their blood sucked clean like milk, while they could only stay in the soil with only their heads above ground, unable to move and waiting for their fate, they shed tears and snot in fear.

Layton was the most terrified of them all—the previous one had already been sucked dry of blood and died, and he was next.

The swamp earth lion approached unhurriedly with elegant steps. These short few moments felt like months of torment to Layton.

The waiting time was the most painful. This period gave him enough time to imagine what kind of torture it would be, thereby stimulating his brain and causing it to be filled with fear and dread.

The swamp earth lion leisurely licked the blood on its claws. In fact, it didn't like using blood as water, but it had no choice.

In this season, clean water was harder to find than food, so it undoubtedly chose the easiest option.

Faced with impending death, fear reached its peak and continued to spread wildly, like a storm raging in his mind. With a "creak," it seemed to push open a door in Layton's mind.

A miracle happened at this moment.

In a chaotic mind, it was as if a giant axe cleaved down like lightning, separating the clear from the muddy.

The ignorant brain was no longer ignorant, and the chaotic consciousness was no longer chaotic.

The originally hazy world seemed to have a mysterious veil lifted before him, becoming so clear and visible, just like the hairs on the swamp earth lion in front of him.

The muddled Layton died today, and the intelligent Layton was reborn today.

It was not until a long, long time later that Layton learned that he had awakened his past life's wisdom that day. In magical terms, it was enlightenment, spiritual awakening.

Those legendary archmages could use magic comparable to gods to enlighten a lamb and give it the same wisdom as a human.

The difference was that Layton belonged to self-awakening, which was rare even among tens of millions of people.

He was lucky, even a lucky person blessed by the gods. However, the increase in wisdom did not bring the force to solve the current predicament. If there were no accidents, then the ending waiting for him would be the same as those of his kin.

Being sucked clean of blood by this beast in an extremely cruel way, the things that belonged to him flowed out of his body bit by bit, the irreversible pain making him tremble uncontrollably.

Just when it seemed like there was hope but it was like a fleeting bubble, Layton saw Gus, who was carrying a giant broadsword, holding a bow and arrow, and was like an iron tower.

He was standing on a high slope, looking over here, his golden horns shining in the sun, and his thick hair fluttering in the wind.

At that time, he was not as huge as he is now, only a little bigger than an ordinary minotaur.

He had just become the centaur leader and was leading the tribe to migrate.

He discovered the traces of this magical beast and decisively launched an attack, and this beast, which had absorbed the lives of countless creatures by the same means, was shot through the head with an arrow.

The mud armor comparable to rock was as vulnerable as cloth.

Layton was also rescued as a result.

For the powerful races in the wilderness, the goblin family, whether hobgoblins or great goblins, were dismissive of them.

Therefore, they would naturally not care about a group of goblins who could only slowly wait for death in the mud.

But for Layton today, gaining appreciation was as simple as leading a group of goblins.

First, he helped the centaur clan find a water source, and he was quickly favored by Gus.

After getting along, Layton saw that this centaur's inner self was completely different from his appearance. This was a centaur with absolute strength, but was extremely calm.

Perhaps he was absolutely proud of his strength, but he could humbly ask questions.

Layton decided to stay and assist him. One was responsible for force and the other was responsible for strategy.

This small centaur clan with less than a hundred people quickly became a well-known and powerful tribe in the wilderness, with more than a thousand archers.

It was a real overlord in the surrounding area, and no one dared to provoke it.

Just when Layton thought that the centaur clan would become stronger and stronger under his and Gus's efforts, a minotaur found them and proposed conditions that Gus could not refuse.

Primal Blood Crystal!

This was something that could allow Gus to go further.

In fact, recently, Gus had been confiding in him that his strength had reached a bottleneck, which made Gus, as a strong man, completely unable to tolerate this pain.

The sudden arrival of the Primal Blood Crystal allowed him to see an opportunity, and he had to obtain it no matter what.

Although there were still many doubts, Layton had no reason to stop his friend.

Or rather, after getting along for so many years, Layton knew clearly that for his friend, improving his strength was more important than anything else.

The memories ended, and Layton couldn't help but twitch his nose. It was really cold.

He looked at the minotaur chief who was speaking, and he still remembered that it was this minotaur named Enk Bloodhoof who had approached them a few months ago.

The real reason that made him and Gus determined was mostly because of this minotaur.

At that time, Gus was arrogant, thinking that he was the darling of the wilderness god, born to control the thunder element, and his martial prowess far surpassed his clan, and it was almost impossible to have an enemy.

In fact, this was indeed the case. Until this minotaur came, no one was this centaur's opponent.

But until that day... Layton thought, was it five hundred heartbeats? Or a thousand heartbeats?

He couldn't remember clearly. In short, Gus was defeated miserably. His proud strength was crushed, and the thunder element was easily defeated by the minotaur who was a priest.

This Enk Bloodhoof just said lightly: "You are very strong. If it were me before, I would have been a little inferior to you, but I have already taken the Primal Blood Crystal. It has greatly improved my strength, elements, and bloodline."

It was also this sentence that made the two decide to join this wilderness coalition army.

"My priests will use magic to blast a gap in this city wall tomorrow, but their casting distance is only sixty steps. At this time, someone needs to attract the attention of the elves on the city wall."

Ilya stared at the group of wilderness leaders in front of her, her tone indifferent, as if she was talking about a very simple thing.

"So tomorrow, you must lead the warriors to stop them from attacking my spellcasting group."

"Ilya, we will do this even if you don't say it, but what about what you promised us?"

The ogre elder said with a sneer.

"Until now, we haven't even seen the Primal Blood Crystal for sure."

"Gully, are you questioning Lord Ilya or are you questioning me?!"

Enk Bloodhoof stood up from his seat, his huge figure shrouded everyone in the animal skin tent, his voice like thunder in a rainstorm, containing the impetuousness of a thunderbolt.

Just by bending over, his two curved horns, like sharp blades, had already reached the tent. If he straightened his body, it was completely unimaginable how huge it would be.

"My strength is enough to prove all of this. If anyone wants to quit now, there is still time!" Enk Bloodhoof said mercilessly.

"Humph." Looking at the minotaur whose arm was as thick as his waist, the ogre elder was ultimately afraid and didn't dare to say "I'll kill you" with a furious face.

Faced with someone stronger than himself, he suppressed his irritable temper.

"I will personally lead the team to attack the city tomorrow!" Enk Bloodhoof said.

"I'll wait and see. The fruits of victory will ultimately be ours." Ilya clapped her hands and dismissed the meeting with a smile: "Ripe apples will eventually fall. Everyone be patient. The Primal Blood Crystal is here. It won't disappear. Whether you can get it depends on you, not me."

...

Walking out of the animal skin tent, looking up at the goose feather snow in the sky, Layton was a little worried about Gus. After all, it was just a few elves. It shouldn't take so long to not come back.

Suppressing the irritability in his heart, he returned to his tent and began to read.

Since awakening his past life's wisdom, he often bought books from passing human caravans or asked them to bring them over.

Due to his existence, the centaur clan and the human caravan began to befriend each other, and the relationship between the two sides was completely sufficient to complete this insignificant small request.

...

In the deep forest, although it was barely visible.

But for the centaur, it was a bit like groping with their eyes open. Not everyone had their leader's sharp eyes, and could still shoot accurately from a hundred steps away.

What's more, most of the fur of the panda people in front of them, exposed outside the armor, was black, making it even more difficult to see clearly.

Therefore, centaurs who were good at riding and shooting were completely unable to shoot accurately from a hundred steps away in the shadow forest, but at a distance of fifty steps, this distance could be crossed with a charge, and it was not suitable to continue to shoot while moving.

Therefore, with just a simple judgment, nearly a hundred centaurs immediately drew out the broadswords behind them and collided with the Panta warriors.

If you only think that they rely on archery to gain a foothold in the wilderness, then the enemies who underestimate them will definitely pay a heavy price.

Every archer must be stronger than the infantry in terms of arm strength. Similarly, the strength of the centaurs is enough to look down on the crowd, but they are used to using arrows to tease their opponents, so as to take them down unscathed.

This does not mean that their close combat is weak.

There was no need to test the depths. This battle started with the fire of a thunderbolt.

"Roar!"

The leading centaurs were a few armored elites. In terms of height and physique, they were not weaker than the Panta warriors. They raised their heads and let out a beast-like roar, waving the well-maintained broadsword in their hands and slashing at the panda people's heads.

The Panta warriors had no intention of retreating at all, roaring and waving the weapons in their hands to smash at each other's heads.

At the moment when the iron rod and the broadsword collided, there was a thunderous explosion, and the series of sparks that suddenly appeared even made the eyeballs that had adapted to the darkness feel a little dazzling.

The panda warrior was injured, and blood flowed out from the tiger's mouth along the black and white fur.

The steel rod, made of sufficient materials, made of fine steel, and as thick as a wrist, was forcibly burst into a notch three fingers deep.

But compared to the Panta warriors, the centaur warriors were even more miserable. Its broadsword was slammed by a huge and irresistible force, and the broadsword was deeply embedded in its facial bones, and blood sprayed out like an exploding faucet.

This warrior, as burly and strong as a little giant, swayed, without leaving a word, staggered and collapsed to the ground without any sound.

With just one contact, the Panta warriors undoubtedly took the upper hand in this small-scale melee.

This group of centaurs may be overlords in the wilderness, but they are still two points weaker when looking at the entire Deber.

In terms of bravery alone, they may not lose to this group of Panta warriors, but the Panta warriors have something they cannot reach.

Qi!

This extraordinary power unique to panda people has various special uses.

Briefly stimulating the potential of the body is just the most superficial usage.

As profound as a powerhouse like Panda, can even materialize Qi, whether it is used as armor to protect the body, or used to release extremely powerful killing moves are some of the wonderful uses.

It's just that most Panta warriors only know some simple applications.