Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

On the side of the Dala tribe's mountain slope, Leevi charged ahead, wielding a giant sword, followed by the equally silent Orc barbarians.

The distance between the two sides was about two to three hundred steps, which, at full speed, meant they would clash in close combat in just a few dozen seconds.

The Dala tribe's captive jungle leopards proved useful. Felines can naturally see in the dark, and these creatures are typically very alert, with even the slightest disturbance triggering their awareness.

They began to warn the knights on their backs, growling deeply towards the High Cliff Castle's team.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The Dala tribe's warriors also noticed the anomaly. Under the moonlight, a group of tall and sturdy warriors charged down the mountain, roaring loudly to warn others.

With a large number of Dala tribe warriors attacking the city at the front, they couldn't turn around in time to face the sudden attack.

The jungle leopard warriors, who had been supporting from the rear, rode their jungle leopards over the rocky slopes, flanking to meet the enemy and buy time for their team to turn around.

In reality, launching a charge in the mountains in the dark was a bit too demanding for the High Cliff Castle's team.

The barbarians also failed to maintain their usual training formation. The V-shaped charge formation, originally led by Leevi, became somewhat scattered.

Both sides were in complete chaos, grabbing the nearest enemy and engaging in a bloody battle.

There was no need for probing or questioning. Anyone appearing here at this time was undoubtedly an enemy. The two sides clashed, unleashing a storm of blood and flesh.

"Roar!"

Leading the charge was the elite of the jungle leopard warriors. Not only were their black panthers several sizes larger than others, but the knights were also burly, wearing crude iron armor, with painted patterns on their faces that looked like man-eating demons under the moonlight.

The black panther leaped from a boulder, blocking half of the moon in the sky as it pounced on Leevi. The burly knight on its back wielded a rusty long-handled crescent axe, swinging it directly at Leevi's head.

The lord had no intention of backing down. With a roar, he raised the giant sword in his hand and swung it forcefully at the knight in mid-air.

Clang!

The sound of the giant sword and giant axe colliding in the night sky briefly drowned out the fighting, and the sparks that flew up caused a slight stinging sensation in eyes adapted to the darkness.

The weight of the jungle leopard and rider in mid-air, nearly a thousand pounds, was transmitted to Leevi's palm through the sword, forcing the lord to grip the giant sword tightly, deforming his gauntlet.

But the rider was in even worse shape. His iron axe only blocked for a moment before he lost control of the force of the impact, his weapon flying out of his hand as the giant sword came down on his head.

With a "splatter!", the knight in mid-air didn't even leave a word behind, as he and his mount were split in half from head to toe by the two-edged giant sword under the moonlight.

Red and white rained down, as if a blood rain was falling.

The four halves of the corpse fell to the ground with a thud, like a butchered pig cut in half, and a generation of warriors met its end.

«Experience +1410»

A string of small characters flashed in the lower right corner of the lord's vision, then faded away.

"Kill!"

The Orc barbarians' morale soared. It wasn't the first time they had seen their leader's cruel method of killing. No matter how brave the warrior, they were like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered in front of him, split in half with a single sword.

It made them unable to restrain themselves, and a strong sense of pride and honor welled up in their hearts, as if they also possessed that invincible power and wanted to unleash it.

The Northland wildlings averaged about eight feet tall, weighed more than two hundred pounds, and were burly and agile. The brave knight just now was even seven feet tall, with muscles all over his body.

But compared to the Orc barbarians, who were all seven feet three inches tall and weighed five hundred pounds, they were still dwarfed.

Apart from Leevi, the myriad forms of life generally followed a rule: weight is often directly proportional to strength. Five hundred pounds of weight can accommodate more power than two hundred pounds.

So often the stronger side is taller, although there are exceptions like dwarves. Although these shorties don't develop vertically as much as people would like, their horizontal development is unmatched.

According to this rule, the Orc barbarians were far stronger than these Northland wildlings, because they were a whole lap smaller.

In this small-scale melee, the crushing advantage brought by strength is difficult to compensate for with anything else.

Not to mention that the Orc barbarians had undergone systematic strength enhancement and were no longer the hicks wandering in the far north wilderness. This change could be described as earth-shattering.

Now, not only were they incredibly strong, but they also played with battle axes and javelins in a variety of ways, and their battlefield awareness was extremely sophisticated.

When the Dala tribe's jungle leopard warriors pounced, a volley of javelins shot down a dozen Dala warriors.

The ensuing melee was even more one-sided. In just a moment, the jungle leopard warriors were all knocked down by the barbarians, leaving only the howls of the jungle leopards.

But in this moment, the Dala tribe also realized that a group of enemies had suddenly attacked from the right and began to organize their troops to meet them.

Otherwise, if this team advanced from the right, they would suffer heavy losses.

Several Orc barbarians wearing iron armor and wielding fine steel battle axes followed Leevi, forming the sharpest blade.

Swish!

A javelin appeared in Leevi's hand. He mustered his strength and threw it forward.

Like a ballista bolt, the javelin seemed to teleport at close range, instantly shooting down the foremost Dala warrior, and then continued to fly backward unabated, disappearing into the crowd.

Only a series of screams echoed in the darkness.

"Charge! Charge!"

The barbarians roared and launched a fierce attack in the direction of the flying spear, and the opposite side also launched a fierce charge without showing weakness.

The Dala archers in the rear, at a high altitude, could easily see the battlefield below with the help of the moonlight. A group of people, they didn't know where they came from, were mixed with the warriors of their tribe.

They wanted to shoot, but were afraid of accidentally injuring their teammates.

While their attention was all below, they didn't know that a team had quietly crept up behind them.

"Kill!"

Zat roared and jumped up first, chopping off the head of a Dala tribe archer with an axe.

The orcs no longer hid and rushed forward to chop down the unprepared archers.

The barbarians were stronger than these Dala warriors in terms of both equipment and strength. In addition, it was a surprise attack, with preparation against unpreparedness, a dozen people easily chopped down these thirty archers.

"Go, support the boss!"

Zat straightened his horned helmet, shook the blood off the axe blade, and took the initiative to act as the blade of the V-shape, launching a charge to the left of the battlefield.