Warlord: King of All Clans

Leo gradually understood what was going on and couldn't help but get excited.

As expected, Bjorn prepared his words and said, "Leo, the north of the Wolf-Drive Plain is indeed as you said. Because of the invasion of orcs, a large number of foreign tribes have moved south and have fallen into war."

"Magna's Wolf Fang tribe is just north of the Gravel Hills. Some time ago, a mixed tribe of foreign races suddenly appeared and frequently invaded their hunting grounds. The population of this mixed tribe continued to grow, exceeding one thousand in a short period of time. The Wolf Fang tribe was unable to resist their attacks and could only migrate south to avoid them."

Leo frowned and asked, "Mixed tribe? There is such a thing? What races are they?"

"Mostly gnolls, about 70%, and there are also some wild boars and kobolds."

Leo listened to Bjorn's introduction and fell into deep thought.

The individual strength of the Gnolls is slightly weaker than that of the Boarmen, and their physical fitness is similar to that of the Northern Humans. The height, weight, and muscle strength of a standard Gnoll warrior can match that of a Northern Human infantryman.

However, individual combat effectiveness depends not only on physical fitness, but also on many other factors such as combat skills, military morale, and military quality.

The gnolls are known as the most brutal race in the world. They will even eat their own kind alive. They live in killing and fighting from birth to death.

Every adult gnoll, regardless of male or female, is a qualified warrior. The combat skills and military qualities honed since childhood cannot be compared with those of human militia trained for three to five years.

The desire for killing and fanatical genes flowing in the blood and the frenzy of immersion in fighting and killing have also greatly enhanced the combat effectiveness of the jackals.

No matter in war or duel, once the jackal's eyes turn red, they will fight to the death. It is a matter of victory or defeat, as well as life and death. Every jackal takes pride in eating the opponent's brain.

It is obviously impossible for such a race to coexist peacefully. They can only be wiped out and expelled, or kept away from.

Magna's Wolf Fang tribe has about two hundred people. Surrounding them are small alien tribes of the same size, most of which are no match for them.

The tribe's development was limited, but its survival was secure.

This is also the norm in the wilderness. Each wilderness tribe has its own territory and maintains a dynamic balance through fighting and hunting with its neighbors.

This balance is very fragile and can be easily broken by a natural disaster or man-made disaster. Now, the invasion of the orcs has broken this balance.

The tribes that lost their hunting grounds were forced to migrate and attack other weaker tribes in order to obtain food.

The weaker ethnic groups were either annexed or massacred.

The winning side cannot stop there. The destruction of war and population growth have led to increased food consumption. The wilderness tribes without agricultural bases and trade routes cannot grow meat in the hunting grounds overnight, so they can only launch a new round of war.

Once the expansion begins, it will not stop.

The victor's tribe grows larger and larger, requires more and more territories, and encounters more and more complex enemies, until it is defeated by another more powerful tribe.

Like pushing down a domino, the orc invasion only occurred in a small corner of the northern Wolf-Driving Plain, but the huge turmoil it caused affected the entire wilderness.

The sphere of influence of the entire wilderness was forced to reshuffle, and some originally hostile races were forced to unite under tremendous survival pressure in order to become the winner.

Obviously, the winners of this area north of the Gravel Hills are currently the gnolls, and the surrounding alien races must either join or be eaten.

Their strength grew stronger and stronger, increasing several times in a short period of time, forcing the Wolf Fang Tribe into a desperate situation.

The dilemma they are facing now is that a united tribe of more than a thousand foreigners is forcing them from the north, and there is no hope of defending their territory.

To the south is the end of the Wolf-Quxing Plain and the territory of the imperial people.

Once the wild folk walked out of the forest, it was like a soldier taking off his armor or a snail losing its shell. Under the siege of the northern lords, they could only become slaves.

Magna could only seek help from his own people, the wild tribe hiding under the waterfall.

Unfortunately, the Great Falls Basin cannot accommodate so many people. Zurwan said that it can only accommodate a maximum of 100 people. If there are more, the balance will be disrupted and everyone will starve to death together.

Bjorn suggested that they try their luck at the river bend.

The Lord of the River Bend is different from the imperial nobles seen in the past. He has a kind heart that accommodates all races, and has the courage and ambition to accept strangers.

After listening to Bjorn's explanation, Leo asked seriously, "So, friends of the Wolf Fang Tribe, Great Hunter Magnar, are you planning to join us in Riverbend?"

Magna nodded and said in stiff Imperial language: "The Wolf Fang Tribe shares life and death and is unwilling to split into two. We do not want to go to the Great Falls, but hope to join your settlement, but we want to enjoy the same treatment, not suffer slavery, and have the right to leave at any time."

In the North, there are many cases of wild people naturalizing, but the endings are not good. The lords' promises change in a short time after the wild people put down their longbows, and what awaits them is endless labor and increasingly harsh taxes.

The wild people are not good at production, construction, and farming. If they cannot pay taxes and complete labor tasks, they will be at risk of becoming slaves.

After only one or two years, many of the naturalized wild tribes fled back into the wilderness under the leadership of their chiefs, bringing their hatred of the imperial people and the negative image of the imperial aristocracy back to the mountains.

If Bjorn hadn't been willing to guarantee it, Magnar would never have thought of coming to the river bend.

When necessary, they could only abandon some of the elderly, the weak, women and children, and transform them into lonely ghosts in the forest to get through this difficult period.

"As you can see, there are no slaves in the river bay! Even the kobolds have basic human rights. We can talk about everything you said!" Leo smiled confidently and said to Ivan, "Go and call Uladen back. There's something important going on!"

Ulian is not as idle as Leo. He spends most of his time during the day either accompanying the villagers in spring sowing, or staying in the refugee camp on the other side of the river, supervising and guiding the newly joined refugees with Valeri in cutting wood, building houses and constructing military camps.

The joining of the wild people to Hewan, and two hundred of them at a time, was undoubtedly a big event for the small Hewan leader with insufficient size.

And for things like negotiations, it’s the experienced and savvy Uliyang who has to be in charge.

Although Leo has sufficient decision-making ability, he also knows himself.

That is not being greedy, selfish and stingy enough!

Even for the sake of harmony, it is easy to give up one's own interests!

In his opinion, as long as things go in a good direction, it doesn't matter if he suffers a little loss.

This kind of docile character and principles of life are naturally advantages in a civilized society, but they are undoubtedly huge disadvantages in front of barbarians!

However, his life experience in his previous life told him that even in a civilized society, the majority of humans are barbarians, not to mention the more backward alien world, where not everyone would accept this kindness.

Therefore, you can give without expecting anything in return, but you must also make sure that you gain something from your losses, and leave your things for your own people!

Now that the wild people are not considered one of our own, we must follow the rules. Once they integrate into the river bay and become our own people, it will not be too late for Leo to make sincere contributions.