Warlord: King of All Clans

(Volume 1: Who isn’t a princess yet? Start!)

"You have experienced many things from the beginning of the first life underwater, to the giant beasts of the Stone Age, to the first human walking upright..."

My thinking was like a frightened group of tadpoles, becoming disordered and disorderly. I don’t know how long it took, but gradually gathered from the dispersion, and Li Ao gradually regained consciousness.

The familiar narration of the game came from a distant place, waking Li Ao from his nightmare.

Severe headache!

The burning sensation all over the body!

It seemed as if I had put my brain into the mixer and experienced the crematorium in advance.

Li Ao couldn't help but let out a painful moan, and at the same time felt particularly dissatisfied with his physical condition.

Isn’t it just that after working overtime for a few days in a row, I got home and started another game of Savage Six?

The real reason for the protagonist's sudden death is the second one.

As for coma?

Just played a small game.

Although I have been working overtime in the workplace for five years and have chosen a working person, I was a sports student at least when I was a student, and my physical fitness was one of the best in the school.

How can I just play the game so I can't make me faint!

Li Ao endured the severe headache and slowly opened his eyes, while feeling the bumps under him and the smell of blood like rust.

What you can see is the shaking dress and big breasts shaking together in the shaking field of vision.

Ah no, this is an illusion!

Li Ao tried hard to look up, and then he could see clearly the environment he was in.

For a moment, Li Ao even suspected that he had traveled to the beginning of Lao Gengwu.

Opening his eyes, he was being sent to the execution ground by a carriage.

But not, the reality is even more miserable.

The howling cold wind, the muddy roads, the continuous convoys, refugees wearing tattered clothes and carrying packages.

The yelling of the donkey, the crying of the child, and the shouting of the coachman filled his ears one by one.

And I am currently lying on a donkey cart, covered with a torn blanket, and under my body are packed high and covered with animal skins.

The violent bumps and shaking feeling was slightly buffered by the goods, which still made him extremely uncomfortable and almost vomit.

A blonde girl with green eyes, knelt on her knees and held his head in her arms to prevent herself from choking to death by nosebleeds in a coma.

"Are you awake?"

The blonde girl kept paying attention to Li Ao's movements. Seeing him moaning and opening his eyes, her little face full of worry suddenly smiled.

She shouted under the donkey cart, "Leo woke up! Leo woke up!"

"Damn it, I finally woke up and had been in a coma for three days. If I don't wake up, I will bury him alive!"

A rough voice came from under the donkey cart, and then a pair of rough hands climbed onto the railing of the trailer.

A Viking man with a horned helmet and a bearded face emerged.

He clamped the truck board with one elbow, stabilized his body, and his other big hand squeezed Leo's head, twisted left and right to check, and couldn't help but stutter: "I haven't been like this for three days since I died. white!"

The donkey, who was already overwhelmed in front, screamed, and the donkey cart slowed down and slowly capsized to the side.

"Dad, go down quickly!" The blonde girl pressed the bearded strong man's head in dissatisfaction, pushed him away, saved the donkey cart, then hugged Li Ao's head and carefully wiped the blood flowing out of his mouth and nose. .

"pain!"

Li Ao moaned in pain again, and his head seemed to be equipped with a mixer, stirring his brain matter so that a trace of brain matter splashed out, passing it to Li Ao a fragment of memory.

In the scene in my memory, hundreds of dog-headed men holding short spears rushed from the ambushing hillside to the refugee convoy.

These dog-headed men are like big golden retrievers standing up one by one, but their limbs are thicker and more flexible, with the soles and fingers of primates, and the minions of canines.

Except for the leader of the head, who is 1.5 meters tall, the rest are generally around 1.3 meters.

Most of them were crowded together, while a few of them were left behind were running wildly on all sides, with no formation at all.

Give Li Ao a sense of déjà silence in the elementary school cafeteria.

But the number has increased, and the momentum of the rush is still amazing.

The convoy also responded very quickly. The donkey cart was driven and gathered together, and the elderly, weak, women and children hid behind the donkey cart.

Members of the militia holding simple weapon shields lined up and some civilians with bows and arrows climbed onto the trucks and shot sparse arrows at the dogheads.

Many militia members were still wearing bandages, and it was obvious that such attacks had occurred more than once.

As the new leader of the militia regiment and the original owner of this body, Leo Mondo was particularly calm.

The dog-kows have not had high combat power, weaker fighting will, and a militia regiment with well-trained and had many practical trainings can easily expel them.

This is the case with the previous several ambushes. Hundreds of kobold men rushed towards the militia's shield formation. A confrontation was brief and quick, leaving only the bodies of more than ten kobold men.

The dog-headed man fled in panic, and few militias were killed or injured in the militia regiment.

Unexpectedly, this time, an accident happened.

The head-headed leader barked wildly, and all the head-headed short spears were thrown out in surprise.

Hundreds of short spears came from the hillside, and the militia was caught off guard and for a moment they were overturned.

Not only were some militia behind Leo who only had weapons but no shields, but several militias holding wooden shields in front of him also broke the shields and were tied into sieves.

The militia regiment, which had only less than fifty people, lost one-third of the battle in an instant.

This is because the kobold's accuracy is too poor, and the kobold leader shouted too early, and the kobold's follower was not strong enough, and some short spears fell in front of the militia array.

Looking at the sudden death beside him and the companions who were pierced by a short spear and screamed, the shield formation of the militia suddenly became a little disintegrated.

Leo Mondo was shocked and angry, his mind was full of muscles and could not think of the dog-headed man still having this hand. He shouted to maintain the formation, and at the same time picked up the short spear in front of him and threw it back, accurately piercing through the dog-head that was charging. people.

But it was too late, and the team of the kobolds rushed to the front of them.

A melee began.

Although the dog-killer is short and has a generally recognized low combat power, it is compared with the combat profession.

Because of the exercises obtained by mining, hunting and robbery over the years, their muscle strength is no less than that of human civilians who can only live by drinking porridge.

Coupled with its natural fangs and claws, the individual's combat power is even better than that of ordinary wild wolves.

The militias in the refugee convoy were simply trained by ordinary civilians, and most of the weapons in their hands were sickles, pitchforks and axes.

Less than half of the militia with leather armor, the individual strength of both sides is actually 50% higher.

In the melee state, some militias who have experienced the invasion of the beast tribe and have been in good condition and have maintained a good shield formation and are barely able to deal with more than twice the number of sieges of the dog-headed people.

Several passionate or panicked recruits accidentally broke away from the formation and were immediately knocked down by several kobold men.

It seems like a calf hunted by African hyenas, once the militia fell to the ground, there was almost no chance of turning over.

The howlings and blood splashed out in the rolling and struggle quickly reduced the morale of the rest of the people.

The most passionate and reckless one among them is him, the newly appointed militia leader.

He raised his shield to block a flying spear, slashed the head of a dog-headed man who was rushing over with a sword, and dragged him back a wounded militia who had left the shield formation.

Looking around, he looked at his companionship and was completely jealous.

While shouting that the militiamen kept their formation, he jumped out and carried a skinned wooden shield to break a few small dog-headed men blocking the road, and pounced on the largest and most fierce dog-headed men.

This tall koku warrior is the leader of the koku team. Although it is a shorter than Leo, the muscles under the variegated fur are stronger than Leo. It is simply a devil filled with protein powder. Muscular Pitbull.

Since the emergence of the archer attack team, the leader of the archer has been howling and commanding.

In the previous few attacks, it stood far behind and had almost no range of the bow and arrow.

Leo's simple experience tells him that as long as the leader of the kowtower was killed, the team of weak fighting spirit would be defeated.

Seeing Leo rushing over, the leader of the dog-headed leader had no habits. Instead, he raised his head and barked wildly, swung the heavy chain hammer in his hand, and smashed Leo who was rushing towards him.

Break the shield in one blow!

The pig iron hammer head weighing more than two kilograms roared down, and with the help of huge potential energy, it easily smashed the skinned wooden shield in Leo's hand.

Leo also took this opportunity to stab the leader of the dog-headed man's fragile abdomen with one knife. He endured the pain of the heart-wrenching pain after the crack of his left hand, and turned his right wrist and stirred the other party's abdomen.

This orc, who is obviously a dog-headed race, has the size of a zombie. It is contrary to the previous few sneak attacks and runs away with his tail between them, and he ignores the pain.

First, a hammer was thrown on Leo's chest, then he pounced on him, pounced on the ground, and bit Leo's neck.

Leo twisted his strength, avoiding the vital points, and was bitten on his shoulder by the leader of the dog-headed man.

Fortunately, Leo was wearing bearskin shoulder pads with mesh iron bars embedded inside. Although the fangs of the dog-headed leader were deeply embedded in Leo's muscles, he could not bite his shoulder blades. Tear off your shoulders.

The crazy Leo lost consciousness with his left hand, and his right hand was still holding a knife to stir the opponent's intestines, thereby weakening the opponent's strength, but he was unable to break free from the opponent's ultimate move.

The irritable original owner of this body was obviously not a gentleman. He immediately bit the knotty leader's muscled neck, and then he stalemate until he lost too much blood and fell into a coma.

The memory is so real that the short and tragic battle made Li Ao's scalp numb.

The physical trauma is mercilessly transformed into severe pain, invading the brain from all over the body.

Li Ao, who can only work overtime and stay at home, has never experienced such a primitive and barbaric battle.

So, I killed a kobold at the beginning?

It hurts so much, it’s better to die suddenly!

Woo woo woo woo, I want to go back!