Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The team reorganized, and the convoy began to roll forward, leaving two tracks of crushed grass in the wilderness, echoing the scattered limbs and corpses behind them.

This land never lacks scavengers, and it won't be long before those bodies disappear without a trace.

This battle saw nearly four hundred goblins and kobolds, but the first wave was decimated by the orc barbarians, losing nearly a hundred. Afterward, they fell in swathes like wheat being harvested, while the orcs remained unscathed.

Perhaps this couldn't even be called a battle; a massacre would be more fitting.

Forty-one kobolds and only twenty-three goblins survived. They were driven to advance with the convoy.

During this time, one goblin, seemingly unaware of its situation, took advantage of the orcs' boasting and fled into the wilderness.

Muto and Zart exchanged meaningful smiles and began to bet.

"Do you believe I can let it run fifty steps and still kill it with a single throw?"

Muto said proudly. As the strongest warrior in the tribe, no one could match his throwing skills. Even a strong icefield tiger couldn't withstand his spear.

"Fifty steps? I'll let it run eighty!"

Zart said dismissively.

"Bullshit," Muto said, clearly disbelieving.

Eighty steps, and still hit accurately? He admitted that his fellow orc was much stronger and could throw a steel spear eighty steps, but hitting accurately was too far-fetched.

Zart didn't refute, but gripped the steel spear in his hand, mentally calculating the distance.

When the fastest goblin was about to reach eighty steps, he roared, the veins on his thick arms bulging like earthworms. He turned sideways and threw the spear forward with all his might.

Whoosh!

The steel spear flew like a black line, streaking across the grass, and with a "thud," it easily pierced the goblin's chest, pinning its body to the ground.

"What?"

Zart's incredibly sharp throw startled Muto, who finally understood the difference between them and became dejected.

"If you're weak, you need to practice more!"

Zart patted Muto's shoulder and said earnestly.

But in his heart, he felt as refreshed as if he'd eaten ice in the summer, a sensation that ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The chieftain always said that to him, but he never thought that one day he could say it to someone else.

It felt really good.

Zart happily trotted over, pulled the steel spear from the ground, and plucked the goblin off it like a kebab.

Back at the convoy, he smirked at the goblins and kobolds, tearing the barely breathing goblin in half before their eyes.

"Anyone who dares to run away will suffer the same fate!"

The goblins trembled with fear, and the kobolds tucked their tails between their legs in terror.

Old Neil swallowed hard, his legs weak.

He had just had the idea of running away, never expecting that even after running eighty steps, the goblin couldn't escape.

The orcs were pretending to chat earlier, it was all deliberate, toying with them, waiting for them to run so they could kill them.

In despair, Old Neil completely abandoned the idea of escaping.

"Just give a warning, don't make it so bloody, it's not good for unity," Lee Wei, who was leisurely enjoying the cool breeze on the flatbed cart, said casually.

"Yes, Boss."

Zart was used to the boss spouting incomprehensible words. He threw the two halves of the corpse by the roadside and casually wiped his hands on the grass.

...

The wheels rolled for another two nights, finally entering the depths of the wilderness.

Traces of civilization had disappeared from this land. As far as the eye could see, there was only an endless plain covered by grass that had grown wildly past ankle height in the summer.

Truly uninhabited, truly chaotic, truly vast and wild.

Sometimes, Lee Wei would be moved by the vast wilderness, feeling an unspeakable loneliness, and couldn't help but howl a few times, but the only response was the "whooshing" sound of the wind in the distance.

The orc barbarians were also bored with the monotonous journey and began to tease the kobolds.

They tied an apple to a rope, then tied it to a wooden stick, and whoever could grab the apple could have it.

Often, the kobolds would jump around for a long time without being able to grab it. When they finally did, they would start fighting each other over the apple.

In the end, whoever grabbed it would be bruised and swollen, hastily swallowing it in two bites, only to choke and roll their eyes.

This made the big guys laugh.

Or each orc would choose a goblin as their representative and have them fight each other. The winner would get a bowl of leftover noodle soup.

Just like cricket fighting.

This made the tedious journey a little more interesting.

Lee Wei didn't stop them, but warned them not to go too far.

He himself was bored, lying on the flatbed cart, immersed in the ocean of knowledge. Sometimes, when he got tired of reading, he would simply cover his face with the book and go to sleep.

Perhaps it was the fame he had gained in the previous battle, or perhaps the indigenous people in the wilderness weren't as foolish as the goblins and kobolds. Knowing they were no match for fifty well-equipped orc barbarians, no one came to provoke them.

However, this peaceful journey disappointed the orc barbarians who were eager to experience the "God of War's Gift."

The convoy stopped by a winding river, and a temporary camp of tents was set up on the flat riverbank.

The orc barbarians, who were tired of eating dry rations until their throats were dry, couldn't wait to pile up stones to make a bonfire, set up iron pots, and began to boil potatoes and black bread.

Muto came up with a clever idea and said he would perform a special skill for Lee Wei to add to the meal.

Just as Lee Wei was puzzled, this guy rushed into the goblin captives and grabbed the weakest one, tying it to a rope.

He cut down a crooked tree trunk as thick as a human arm and made a simple fishing rod.

Then, with his butt in the air, he began to fish in the river. The goblin suspended over the water was crying and begging, looking pitiful.

The watching orcs sneered and watched, unmoved.

Never be deceived by the appearance of goblins. Don't be fooled by how pitiful it looks now.

If it were released, it would continue to plunder other female races, torturing them day and night, treating them as breeding machines.

"Hey, here it comes!"

Muto suddenly exclaimed with joy. As the goblin struggled, something seemed to be attracted from underwater. Only a shadow could be seen beneath the surface.

The next second.

Snap!

A small saw-toothed crocodile, two blades long, suddenly jumped out of the water, biting half of the goblin's body.

Muto flexed his muscles and with a light force, flung the two-hundred-pound saw-toothed crocodile onto the shore.

As it stumbled around, he rushed over and smashed its head with a powerful punch.