Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Those who can gain a foothold in this wilderness are not lambs. When they need to fight desperately, the bandits are by no means cowards.

Unfortunately, facing Li Wei, who acted as the arrowhead, they really couldn't muster any courage.

This monster seemed tireless, and a swing of his greatsword could cut down a large number of companions.

They were like weeds that can be seen everywhere in the wilderness, easily harvested by him.

Even the mighty troll warriors were split in half along with their weapons when facing this monster.

This is no longer a monster, it is a demon!!!

This bandit team was completely frightened by Li Wei's unstoppable, mowing-style slaughter.

No matter how hard the few kobold chieftains maintaining order tried, they could no longer maintain discipline, and this group of temporarily assembled bandits began to flee all over the mountains and plains.

The Fedan warriors on the hillside began to individually snipe these fleeing bandits, continuing to expand their gains.

Standing on the hillside, Beatrice Christina witnessed all of this, and even though the midday sun was high in the sky, her hands and feet were icy cold.

When Li Wei knocked down all the orcs in Highcliff Castle, Joss discussed with her that if this lord were to put on heavy armor and enter the battlefield, he would be a meat grinder.

But merely imagining and seeing it with your own eyes are completely different things. She can no longer understand the visual impact brought about by this simplest of forces with reality.

"Joss, is this the God of War?" Beatrice Christina's eyes were dull.

"Miss, this is a demon!" Joss's eyes were even more dull.

Fifty against seven hundred, even if this wilderness coalition army's discipline was a mess and could not be compared with a regular army.

But the few trolls and behemoths were enough to bridge this gap.

If it were five hundred regular troops against this wilderness coalition army, even if they could win, the end result would be heavy losses.

But what did he just see?

Fifty people pierced through this seven-hundred-man coalition army, and the incredibly powerful troll warriors only blocked this cone-shaped team for a while before being killed, leaving only a few remaining.

Especially the leading lord, who killed at least a hundred bandits in this war alone.

And he is still vigorous until now.

The fleeing bandits felt very aggrieved. Originally, only the losers among the nobles would come to this remote place to develop.

Now look, the orc barbarians who are skilled in using battle axes and have amazing strength, and the leading iron pot(铁罐子: Iron pot, referring to someone wearing full plate armor) who is like a monster, are scaring them to death alone.

This team looks like the elite of the elite, the ace of the ace.

Why don't you go to a richer place to develop with such ability? Why do you have to come to this godforsaken place to compete with them for these few odds and ends.

After the barbarians' tail-chasing pursuit and the Fedan warriors' reaping, only dozens of wilderness bandits escaped in the end.

However, soon, three jackalwere riding dire wolves chased up from behind, presumably no one would be able to escape.

The entire wilderness was dyed red with blood, and the ground was covered with severed limbs, leaving no place to set foot.

The surrendered bandits sat paralyzed on the grass with vacant eyes.

The harsh and barren wilderness had long accustomed them to facing the threat of death, and they also believed that they would no longer fear death.

But the facts prove that quantitative change will cause qualitative change.

The slaughterhouse-like mountain of corpses and sea of blood that came into view was like a basin of ice water poured from the top of their heads. Even the most indifferent bandits felt cold all over under the scorching sun.

They actually wanted to escape, but as soon as they saw the blood-soaked warrior, they felt their legs go weak and they had no strength left.

This has nothing to do with courage, it is completely the instinctual desire to survive.

They cursed the old kobold who organized this war in their hearts with the most vicious language.

If this old kobold had not been shot to death by an arrow with their own eyes, they would have swallowed him alive even at the risk of being killed.

"Now, Highcliff Castle doesn't have to worry about slaves," Li Wei looked like he had just swam in a sea of blood. Every step he took would leave a bloody pit, and some minced meat would fall from the gaps in his armor as he walked.

All the trolls were slaughtered, leaving only one whose feet had been pierced by the barbarians' spears, lying on the ground wailing.

To Li Wei's surprise, the two Windigo beasts did not run too far. They dug a pit not far away and buried most of their bodies in it, just like ostriches, which was quite comical.

"Boss." Zart took off his dented horned helmet, revealing a swollen face. The bandits' attacks were not entirely useless, especially the trolls, which took the barbarians a lot of effort.

His emotions were rarely low: "A few brothers are dying."

Li Wei opened the system panel, and several orc barbarians in the team column showed serious injuries.

"Take me to see."

Taking the initiative to launch an attack with inferior forces sounds like a heroic feat, but it is actually no different from dancing on the tip of a knife.

Each orc barbarian had some injuries, more or less, but because Li Wei shared most of the pressure in front, and the equipment was crushing, most of them were minor injuries.

Only four barbarians were exceptions. They were the iron-clad vanguard barbarians. Because they rushed the fiercest and faced the most enemies, they fell the fastest.

Arriving at an open space, four orc barbarians were laid flat on the grass. Two of them had their chests torn open by sharp blades. Although the iron armor protected them from being cut in half, the wounds were so deep that their bones could be seen, and a lot of blood was gushing out.

Li Wei could tell at a glance that these were wounds cut open by the Windigo beasts' tail blades. This kind of behemoth not only has extremely thick scales, but also tail blades that are comparable to sharp blades.

The other two orc barbarians did not have any external injuries, but the iron armor on their chests was dented inward, and their breath was weak.

You know, on the battlefield, this kind of injury without visible wounds is often the most fatal.

These two orcs were obviously hit in the chest by a troll's club, and their internal organs were probably damaged.

The orc barbarians gathered together were in low spirits. These four orcs had grown up in the same tribe with them since they were young, and their feelings were extremely deep.

Li Wei opened the panel and found that these four orc barbarians had all reached the upgrade standard, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He had long discovered that every time they leveled up, in addition to improving in all aspects, the soldiers would also gain a certain amount of life recovery.

But this was far from enough, the four orcs were too seriously injured.

Li Wei turned his attention to his skill panel.

"Medical: Each point increases the team's life recovery speed by 20%."

"Surgery: Each point increases the chance by 5% to save the lives of team members who would otherwise die."

He didn't have a team before, so he didn't need these two skills, so he put all the skill points on skills that improve his personal strength.

But now these two skills are no different from divine skills for him,