Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

"Ha...ha..."

The jackal soldier looked at the six-petal flower in his hand and held it tightly in his hand.

The flower bud flashing with light blue light stream swayed in his grasp, and the six petals swayed and sprinkled a conspicuous blue mist stream.

Very beautiful.

The jackal soldier held the flower in his hand, and the sober and comfortable smell penetrated his sensitive nose and intoxicated him.

He knew why the jackal captain put the flower he grabbed into his mouth.

There are many such plants in that flower field.

Plants catalyze mutations in the ground veins, showing their own temperament and special features.

Running, running in the forest is what they are best at.

It realizes that the flower growing on the vine is an opportunity for it to change its own destiny. People without magic talent can also feel the vitality emitted by some special magic plants.

The light points that turned into substance, the extremely tempting fragrance, the hazy and dreamy dust clothes.

It means life, it means encouragement, it means... it can be as strong as the wolf captain who bullied it.

But in the field full of magical plants, there is something guarding the narrow nursery that is naturally generated, a group of magical plants with protectors.

Now I can only go back and bring the stolen items to the chief.

"Hey!"

The wolf captain kicked the wounded wolf soldier lying on the ground, making it raise its head and look at the wolf chief sitting on the high seat.

The wolf chief sat on a bench made of wood and animal skin. Only this kind of chair can accommodate its nearly four-meter-tall body. It pinched a petal that was not as big as its fingernail with its wide claws.

The translucent and crystal petals made every gnoll who saw it intoxicated, but they all knew that this treasure belonged to their gnoll leader.

"Chief... I, I only brought this thing back from there."

The gnoll soldier lowered his head and said in a painful voice. He dared not look directly into the other's eyes, for fear that he would see that he had secretly eaten a whole flower.

"Only one petal?"

The gnoll leader's eyes fell on the wounded gnoll soldier, and his pupils narrowed slightly.

The gnoll leader threw the petal into his open mouth that exuded a foul smell, closed his eyes and felt the pure energy flowing.

The extremely pure energy poured into his body, making his consciousness clearer than ever before.

This outside world is not just its own. There are monsters living in the swamps, ghosts wandering in the wasteland, and orc settlements farther away - and disgusting ogres who have always been against it.

They form settlements one by one, dividing this vast world.

Those stinking people come to attack the gathering teams of the jackals from time to time and treat them as lunch.

If it can master the place where this plant can be produced, it will...

have the possibility of becoming the overlord of this region.

It can't control the excitement in its heart.

Regional overlord, an extremely tempting word... The jackal tribe will be superior to these monsters and ghosts, and develop its own city-state and civilization.

It and its tribe will become stronger, and these jackals...

will be superior to other populations.

Do whatever you want, they can get rich blood food to fill their hunger.

The gnoll chief looked at the claws that still had a residual fragrance, and recalled the comfort of tearing flesh with his claws.

However, there was one thing that was very strange...

There were no humans. Humans who could be found anywhere before were nowhere to be found in this world.

It was like coming to a wasteland.

Humans.

He liked humans very much. He could hear their wailing when his claws tore their bodies, and watch them scatter on the ground after tearing them in half.

Like those goblins and small orcs that grew out of the caves, the former would scream and run away when it clawed out, and there was no sense of impact even if it hit, and the latter was so stupid that it would not scream.

And there are many of them...Humans wearing plate armor and holding spears are more enjoyable to fight...Adventurers, yes, and adventurers who know the world well...

Humans can create wealth. The gnolls can get enough food and magic materials for a month by looting caravans or even attacking towns.

It realized that after a year of settling down in this new camp, its clan has begun to grow and become stronger, with a total population approaching 1,000 people.

During this period, it absorbed a group of goblins/orcs. These timid green things are the lowest-level coolies. They have no advantages except that they are numerous and eat less.

Some of their priests can use magic...This is good, which makes up for their gnoll tribe, which only has warriors and priests.

Having ruled a group of goblins/orcs, it certainly wanted to target other creatures that controlled this area... It had heard the word "hegemony" sung by humans.

It wanted to kill something, eat something.

"Hey, you..."

The gnoll chief roared, causing a tremor, and it stood up and looked at the gnoll soldier kneeling on the ground in front of it.

It stretched out its hand to point out several gnoll captains, and issued instructions to the injured gnoll soldier in a deafening voice.

"Take them with you to that place."

A field full of magical plants growing naturally is more precious to them than gold.

The former can actually improve the fighting ability of the chieftain, while the latter... gold can be used as a medium for some spellcasting, but it does not provide much for them.

"Chief... there is a protector in that place... something is guarding that plant field."

The gnoll soldier trembled and lay on the ground, observing the face of the chieftain.

It even knew how its captain died. The thick gnoll, who was more than 10 meters tall, fell in the field full of blue and white flowers in the blink of an eye, and blood was sprinkled on their faces.

It picked a flower with six petals and ran away.

"Heh...Guardian...I'd like to see what they are up to."

The chief listened to the description of the wolf soldier and thought that this was the method of the elven archers. Only the elven archers could kill the wolf fighters in their hands with longbows at a distance that they could not detect.

He also suspected that the wolf soldier ran away without seeing the battle situation clearly. It was not reliable to just listen to this guy's description.

In the place where it was not paying attention, black smoke rose from the ground.

It rose and extinguished.

New black smoke rose.