Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The sudden javelins not only startled the people of the Evil Tooth Tribe, but even Beatrice, who was closest to Li Wei, didn't expect him to strike suddenly.

"Damn it, we came specifically to help you overcome this difficult situation, but you, the Fedor Tribe, attacked the Shaman with a ballista, acting like jackals who repay kindness with evil. You will face the revenge of the Evil Tooth Tribe!"

The Evil Tooth Tribe warrior who delivered the message under the city wall was hopping mad, scolding righteously.

However, if these two guys could stand still while yelling, their words would seem more genuine.

As it turned out, when Li Wei threw the javelins, they were so scared that they ran back to their own team with their tails between their legs, fearing that they would be shot into hedgehogs if they were a step slower.

The confidence they previously had to stand under the city wall was based on the assumption that the Fedor Tribe wouldn't dare to antagonize their Evil Tooth Tribe and create a new enemy at this time.

But now, this confidence had been shattered by a single spear, especially since the Shaman's condition was unknown.

Li Wei didn't know how these two guys still dared to provoke hatred here.

Swish, swish!

He casually threw out two javelins as a reward for them. The finely crafted steel javelins shot out like lightning, instantly pinning the two men, who had just run sixty paces away from the city wall, to the ground, leaving only the ends of the spears still vibrating.

Li Wei's javelins were too much for even ogres who were three blades tall to withstand. Even if they wore iron armor, they could easily pierce through it with the added force, let alone two unarmored Northland barbarians.

The situation was clearly favorable, but suddenly the chieftain was impaled on the ground, obviously dead, and the Shaman's condition was also unknown.

The Evil Tooth Tribe, having lost their leaders, fell into turmoil, looking at each other, unsure how to respond to the situation.

"Open the city gate! Warriors of Highcliff Fortress, follow me to charge! Fedor warriors, stay behind to provide support."

Li Wei would definitely not miss such a great opportunity. He raised his arm and shouted, leading the charge down the city wall, with the orcish barbarians following behind him.

The saying goes, 'Capture the leader to capture the entire army,' and 'In team battles, target the back lines.'

After this group showed their intention to marry Beatrice, Li Wei wanted to lure out the elusive Shaman and use a counter-plot. Unexpectedly, this old fool actually dared to come out.

Perhaps he felt safe at a distance of one hundred paces from the city wall, because ordinary bows and arrows could hardly reach that far, and even if they could, the accuracy would be uncontrollable.

But he didn't expect that Li Wei was a cheat. Back in Corin, he could accurately snipe the knights of the Golden Lion Legion at a distance of four hundred paces. A distance of one hundred paces was no different from placing a target in front of him.

Li Wei naturally wouldn't miss this great opportunity and directly threw the javelin.

With his accuracy, he would obviously not miss the target at this distance. The Shaman was successfully hit by his spear.

Li Wei wasn't particularly happy with this obvious outcome, but rather felt a little regret.

He thought that this Shaman who knew witchcraft might have some profound witchcraft and extraordinary strength, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even withstand one of his spears, much weaker than he imagined.

This disappointed Li Wei, who had originally expected an earth-shattering duel between a knight and a spellcaster that would resonate throughout the entire Debe.

He even came up with a name for this duel that would be recorded in history and passed down for thousands of years - The End of the Spellcaster.

When passing by the two corpses that had been dead for a long time, Li Wei didn't even glance at them.

They were just insignificant characters. Perhaps this Evil Tooth Tribe chieftain had hunted dozens of ferocious beasts and possessed superb martial skills, which even Beatrice was afraid of.

But when he couldn't even block one of his spears, he wasn't worth the lord spending extra brain cells to remember him.

As of now, the only one who can withstand one of his spears without dying is Sir Damon, who has cultivated Dou Qi.

Li Wei had tried to cultivate Dou Qi before, because when his strength reached a bottleneck, he needed to use other systems to increase his strength again.

Unfortunately, he found that low-level Dou Qi manuals were as helpful to him as adding a cup of water to the ocean, completely useless.

It would be better to kill more people and continue leveling up.

High-level Dou Qi manuals were firmly in the hands of the great nobles and could not be obtained with money.

In addition, those so-called nobles who cultivated high-level Dou Qi manuals couldn't even last one round in his hands, so he stopped being obsessed with cultivating Dou Qi.

But the main reason was that he didn't have a high-level Dou Qi manual. If he did, he wouldn't mind cultivating it. If he could develop something, it would be a sure profit.

"Your Shaman and Chieftain are dead, why don't you surrender?!"

Before the two sides even made contact, Zart, at Li Wei's signal, chopped off the head of the Evil Tooth Tribe chieftain and raised it high on his battle axe, roaring with the orcish barbarians.

The roar of more than forty orcish barbarians resounded throughout the sky, like thunderous rage, shaking people's hearts.

Without anyone to control the overall situation, the chieftain's head was disrespectfully raised on an axe, and the Shaman's condition was also unknown. The blow to the Evil Tooth Tribe was unparalleled.

The morale of the Evil Tooth Tribe warriors visibly declined and they had lost their will to fight.

Perhaps history is not lacking in troops who can maintain morale and fight the enemy even after their commander is beheaded, but in Li Wei's impression, only that red flag fluttering troop has done it.

A group of Northland barbarians obviously didn't have this tenacious spirit.

When the barbarians officially crashed into the Evil Tooth Tribe's ranks and began to slaughter, devouring the flesh and blood in front of them like a meat grinder, the sight of severed limbs and broken arms caused these Northland barbarians to resist only slightly before starting to rout.

They ran in a chaotic mess towards the surrounding mountains and forests, everywhere.

Forty barbarians couldn't stop the rout of more than three hundred people. They could only loudly scold the nearest people to surrender.

After nearly hacking down several fleeing Evil Tooth warriors, excluding those who ran away and died, there were finally seventy or eighty people squatting on the ground, anxiously accepting their fate.

They were the warriors at the very front. When the rout began, they couldn't rush out at all. To avoid being killed, they could only squat on the ground and surrender.

This battle can be said to be even easier than last night. The barbarians only hacked to death dozens of Evil Tooth warriors before their ranks began to rout on their own. The orcs didn't even warm up.

But Li Wei knew that the reason this battle was won so easily was due to the asymmetry of information and the Evil Tooth Tribe being too confident.

The Shaman didn't know that his javelin skills had reached perfection. Not to mention one hundred paces, even at three hundred paces he was confident in accurately sniping.

And the only chieftain was too confident, exposing himself to danger.

As a result, both leaders were beheaded by Li Wei, leading to a lack of leadership. They only needed a little pressure to rout on their own.