Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, the already robust muscles of the two orc warriors visibly swelled, and mysterious red patterns appeared on their green skin, causing a shiver to run down one's spine.

Their bodies were enveloped in a blood-colored halo, making one feel uneasy at first glance.

Their originally clear black and white pupils were rapidly transforming into a blood-red color, exuding an eerie, cruel, and bloodthirsty aura.

Stared at by these two, Zart felt his scalp tingle and decisively raised his fist, muttering, "You two want a beating?"

"Captain, we were just joking." The two orc berserkers quickly waved their hands, a forced smile appearing on their expressionless faces.

Even with their newfound surge in power, they were still unsure if they could withstand the Captain's punch. Moreover, when the Captain said he'd hit you, he meant it, holding nothing back.

So, they dared not fool around anymore.

"Berserkers?" The shocked tone of Aethelflaed Windwhisper, if it could be converted into heat, would alleviate the Northern White Disaster this year.

Li Wei, who was checking the system panel, was taken aback, thinking the elven queen had some magic that allowed her to see the panel, as the orc berserker was the top-tier orc unit on the panel besides the un unlocked Dragon Vein Berserker.

However, he quickly realized that wasn't the case, because the elven queen was looking at the two brutes with the same astonishment as a modern person seeing Qin Shi Huang.

"How do you feel?" The lord asked, observing the two. Their changes should be more than just superficial.

"I feel a destructive urge in my heart that needs to be released… I just really want to hit someone…"

The two looked at the lord simultaneously, their scarlet eyes filled with complex emotions. Their fists clenched and unclenched, their faces showing struggle and eagerness.

But in the end, the desire to survive triumphed over instinct, and they turned their gaze to Zart, who was standing aside.

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"I knew you two were doing it on purpose!" Zart suddenly realized. No wonder they needed him to kick them; it was to provoke their anger towards him.

He sneered and picked up a bent steel javelin from the ground, gripped its ends, and effortlessly straightened it with a flex of his biceps, then tossed it back down.

He wasn't without progress either. After these battles, he had once again received the "Blessing of the War God," and his strength had increased several levels.

These steel-forged javelins were of superior quality, and bending or straightening them was beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. Even the system-enhanced brutes could barely manage it.

"Haha, suddenly I don't feel like I particularly want to vent anymore." The two Burning Legion orc guards slapped their foreheads, speaking with extreme subservience.

They had originally wanted to take this opportunity to vent their frustration, but now it seemed they needed to continue to lie low.

"Besides the increase in strength, there should be more. Show me any other changes you've experienced."

With their ultimate superior speaking, the two dared not continue to play coy and simultaneously drew the great axes from their backs.

"Everyone, step back, or we won't be responsible if you get hurt by the next move!"

Hearing this, the onlookers quickly cleared a path.

The two orc berserkers took a deep breath, their muscles tensing, and a suppressed roar escaped their lips. Just as everyone was holding their breath in anticipation.

The red halo around them swirled like clouds, gathering on the axes. The next second, with a "swoosh."

A crescent-shaped red blade of light flew from their axes towards the battlements.

Boom!

With a loud noise and a cloud of dust, a smooth cut was carved out of the thick battlements.

"What in the name of the dead is that?" Zart exclaimed in shock.

It was as if everyone was on the level of a brute warrior, and then suddenly you told me you had become a mage.

Zart felt extremely upset. He wanted this kind of cool move too!

"Not bad." Li Wei also looked satisfied.

This was more like it. With this kind of ability, it was worthy of its upgrade difficulty.

At that moment, the two orc brutes who had just used the move began to sway, and the red patterns and halo on their bodies vanished without a trace.

They slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

"What's wrong?" The lord was startled.

Could this move be one that harmed the user as much as the enemy?

If that was the case, the importance of the berserkers in his mind would obviously drop a level.

"Tired, like fighting in bed for three days and three nights, my whole body is weak." The two orc berserkers clutched their chests, on the verge of tears: "Boss, we're not going to be useless, we haven't even given birth to a bunch of little orcs for Highcliff Fortress yet."

"Don't think nonsense." The lord waved his hand, signaling for a few people to carry them down for a good rest, then turned to the excessively beautiful elven queen: "Aethelflaed, you must know what's going on. Tell me quickly."

"This has to start with the history of the half-orcs."

Aethelflaed didn't intend to keep him in suspense and spoke directly.

"In fact, after the Titan era came to an end, the prosperous age of magic soon arrived."

"In this era, five forces divided the land, excluding the elves and dragons, there was also the half-orc kingdom."

"What does this have to do with the age of magic?" Although the lord had become extremely studious after coming to the wilderness, besides spending two hours a day intensely appreciating knight novels with two guns, he would also squeeze out some time to read human history and enrich his knowledge.

But he really didn't know anything about such obscure knowledge.

"At that time, the half-orc kingdom was composed of various races, behemoths, orcs, fox people, wolf people… and so on. And these orcs were the military nobles of the half-orc kingdom, the main force of the half-orc kingdom, and berserking was their means of becoming the top military nobles of the half-orc kingdom." Aethelflaed revealed unknown history.

That period was too far in the past, and many races and histories disappeared into the river of history, becoming unknown.

Only long-lived species like elves could know these histories so clearly.

"Many things disappeared in that period, including the orcs' innate berserking ability. But what is known is that the orcs in the wilderness more or less possess some bloodline of these orc berserkers."

"Your two subordinates definitely berserked just now, and the appearance after berserking is exactly the same as the orcs of the half-orc kingdom described in our inherited books. I think they most likely awakened the bloodline of the berserkers."

"After all, there are examples of awakening hidden power in the bloodline."

"I heard that the half-orc shamans in the wilderness also bless with berserking magic."

Li Wei recalled the news he had received from Sam.

That old man was extremely proud of knowing two spells and ridiculed other half-orc priests such as minotaur shamans, who mostly only knew berserking magic, the lowest-level spell, a one-trick pony.

"It's just that these wilderness people don't know where they heard it, so they gave their spells this resounding name." Aethelflaed waved her fair hand: "In fact, the two are completely different things. The self-berserking of berserkers is much more powerful. It is an extremely profound innate spell, while the berserking blessed by those shamans might be more appropriately called bloodthirsty magic. This spell will completely deprive the blessed of reason."

The importance of inheritance and civilization was vividly demonstrated at this moment. Although it was about the history of the orcs in the half-orc kingdom, all the orc brutes present were scratching their heads, their eyes revealing clear stupidity, while the elves and humans were talking eloquently.

"Li Wei, you may not know." Faelanar joined in at this time: "When the half-orc kingdom collapsed, the orc berserkers mysteriously disappeared, but the bloodline of berserking was passed down. It is said that these minotaurs have some of the bloodline of those berserkers, so they can use this low-level version of berserking."

"I just don't know why the orcs, the descendants of the orthodox bloodline, can't berserk, and a group of minotaurs have the secret technique of berserking bloodline."

Faelanar looked regretful.

If the current orcs could also berserk, they would definitely be as successful as the Panta warriors, instead of being like now, most tribes are still deep in the wilderness, worrying about food.

The discussion about berserkers came to an end. Regardless of whether these orc simpletons possessed the berserking magic of the orcs of the half-orc kingdom.

But even the half-orc kingdom would perish, and even if it was true, it was more symbolic than practical.

After all, even the "Radiant Holy Word Codex," which was popular in an era, has been eliminated and become an antique. Now, battle qi is leading the way, plus a long-lasting magic.

Compared to the huge improvement of the orcs advancing to become sixth-level berserkers, the advancement of Fede civilians to become sixth-level Fede rangers seemed much more peaceful.

It was still the same old three things: attributes, skills, and martial skills were further enhanced.

The lord guessed that to have a special advanced rank, one's ancestors must have been prominent figures.

Don't look at the orc brutes being down on their luck now, their ancestors had no shortage of legendary figures.

The legendary orc whose title was "Hellroar" was a resounding figure.

On the other hand, the Fede clan?

To be honest, it was just a kingdom that had risen in the last few hundred years. The entire country's time was less than two hundred years before it was destroyed.

It was nothing in the entire river of history.

There were no particularly memorable figures during that time.

…

Forced by the wilderness coalition forces eyeing them from the side, threatening to attack at any moment.

So, the elves set up tents in the open space behind the city wall.

A section of Highcliff Fortress was also divided, but they were troubled by the lack of tents, so they could only squeeze ten or so people into one tent to sleep.

But this was nothing to the orc brutes. They had all come from hardship, and a place to shelter from the snow and wind was enough.

The lord was different from the suffering orcs. At this moment, he was surrounded by a group of beautiful women.

A tent of considerable size, with a thick wool carpet on the ground and a simple conference table in the middle.

This was obviously the Windwhisper tribe's simple conference room, but now it was being used as an interrogation room for interrogating prisoners.

The lord had brought four captured drow elves here for interrogation, with Faelanar and Aethelflaed among them.

Originally, Li Wei didn't want to call Aethelflaed, after all, drow elves were naturally at odds with these high elves.

Li Wei was afraid that Aethelflaed would interfere with his decision like the previous elf, without knowing the limits.

That would obviously be difficult, but he didn't expect this beauty to insist on following, saying she would just observe.

Seeing that he couldn't resist, the lord could only reluctantly agree.

The hands and feet of the four drow elves were still tied, but the stinky socks and handkerchiefs in their mouths had been taken out.

"I want to give a word of advice in advance. Don't even think about casting spells in front of me. I don't think you want to try whether your spellcasting is faster or my sword is faster."

The lord held the sword at his waist, stepped on the table in front of him, and looked directly at the four female drow elves sitting in chairs with their hands and feet tied.

If someone were to ask him now whether the blade or the gun was faster within seven steps, the lord would not hesitate to say that he could chop him into eight pieces before he could fire.

Not to mention the magic that needed to be chanted.

I'm afraid that before they could chant the first word, the lord would have slit their beautiful necks with a sword.

"Lord, no one faces a strong person and displays his ridiculously insignificant power in front of him."

A female drow elf took the lead in expressing her position.

She was one of the drow elves who escaped the stinky socks and had a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth by the lord, so she had a relatively good impression of the lord.

Anyway, now that they were prisoners, she had no intention of being tough to the end. After all, drow elves were extreme egoists.

If betraying her partner could allow her to survive, she would not hesitate to betray her a hundred times, and even personally pack her up and send her over.

The two drow elves who had stinky socks stuffed in their mouths looked resentful, but they still silently nodded in response to this question.

"Very good, your sensible behavior is the right choice." The lord snapped his fingers.

He had always been one who responded to softness rather than hardness. If someone was tough in front of him, he would definitely kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

"Then the next is the question-and-answer session. If I find out that any of you are concealing anything or lying, then I don't think you want to have a second experience of having stinky socks stuffed in your mouth."

"Li Wei, these drow elves are extremely evil. Do you really believe what they say?"

Faelanar frowned and looked at Li Wei.

"Yes, indeed a great evil!"

The lord looked down at the four bottomless abysses in front of him, his tone filled with emotion.

He had never understood whether these female drow elf priests wore so little to make the magic flow more smoothly or to make the spells more powerful?

This was something he had never been able to figure out.

"But no matter how great the evil, it doesn't mean they won't tell the truth." Li Wei had a different view on this.