Warlord: King of All Clans

As the team climbed towards the top of the mountain, more and more gnoll figures appeared on both sides of the road.

There are some clearings in the forest and camps of some small tribes.

These small camps are scattered, most of them have a dozen or so kobolds, and occasionally there are teams with more than fifty.

Except for a few older shamans, almost all of these kobolds are kobold warriors.

Leo could see that the kobolds who came to worship the holy mountain were the elite from each tribe.

After all, kobolds are a weak race, and the old and weak in the tribe are not even as strong as ordinary wild wolves in terms of fighting power.

Traveling through mountains and rivers and worshipping the holy mountain is a very dangerous activity for them.

The more Leo looked, the more frightened he became. Just what he saw right now, there were already more than a dozen tribes and hundreds of kobolds.

There has been constant turmoil in the Wolf-Driving Plain, and the foreign coalition forces have been making trouble for a long time. No one expected that there are still so many dog-headed people hiding in the corners of the Wolf-Driving Plain.

This is definitely not the ogre tribe that belongs to the Wolf-Quxing Plain, but a tribe hiding nearby.

The ogres who were too far away did not have enough ability, faith, and heritage to cross hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers to come here to worship.

For example, the Gnoll tribe where Fesa is located had not come to pay homage for many years because of the obstruction of the wild boar people.

When you reach the top of the mountain, the view suddenly opens up. There is a flat open space next to a small lake.

There are even more gnolls gathered here, at least more than five hundred, and they are all elite warriors.

There are not only golden retrievers and black retrievers, but also Chow Chows, Greyhounds, Pugs, Mastiffs…

Looking at the densely packed gnolls, Leo regretted bringing the little mouse here rashly.

Fortunately, Fesha's army was large enough and they were surrounded by the kobold guards. Despite being surrounded by the hostility of the kobolds, no small tribe dared to attack them.

Under the stone wall at the end of the open space, stands a five-meter-high statue.

It was a short and stocky dog-headed monster, standing with a protruding round belly. Its face was shaped a bit like a pug, but its ears were exceptionally large, drooping over its head and almost hanging down to its chest.

His hands were held in front of his chest, as if he was holding a non-existent ball.

As Fesa's large army arrived, all the gnolls turned around and looked at the strange visitors in surprise and suspicion.

The excited Feisa didn't care about the gazes of other dogs at all, and rode Freya forward in big strides.

The ogres in front of her didn't dare to stop her, and they parted to the left and right like a tide, leaving a straight road for Fesa.

After half a year of training, Fesha's kobold guards finally began to look like an army.

They divided into two lines to guard on both sides of Fraser, and then guarded the avenue after the dog-headed crowd dispersed, pushing the outsiders aside.

Their sturdy physique, excellent equipment, neat formations, and dog-head life-saving flags fluttering in the wind made the dog-headed people from other tribes completely reduced to civilian onlookers.

Leo, the two-headed ogre, and a group of werewolf gladiators followed behind Fesa as guards.

All Fraser needs is a roll of the red carpet to be the king of the countryside.

Walking under the statue of the dog-headed monster, Feisa faced the dogs and shouted, "I! The King of the Dog-Headed Monsters!"

All the dog-headed people looked at each other, but did not dare to refute.

If humans or other races dared to enter the holy mountain of the kobolds and speak nonsense, they would definitely be torn to pieces by the angry kobolds.

But it is different for the same kobolds. Although the black and white kobold in front of us is a weak female, she has so many powerful tribesmen.

Her ogre guards may look goofy, but they're real ogres!

Her mount looks even sillier, but it's a real giant bear (?)!

Even the terrifying gnolls submitted to her!

Seeing that all the kobolds were about to crawl down and submit to Fisa, the old greyhound shaman who was stopped by the golden-haired guards was very dissatisfied. He sniffed quickly and suddenly shouted: "Woof woof woof! You! The smell is wrong! It's not a kobold!"

Feisha was stunned. Just as she was about to retort, she saw several other shamans from the Kobold tribe sniffing wildly and shouting, "Yes! Yes! It's not a Kobold! It's a werewolf!"

"The orthodoxy of the golden retriever was usurped by a werewolf!"

Feisa was panicked. She was the king of the ogres, but she was expelled from the dog group!

Hearing the old shaman's call, many dog-headed men stood up and barked.

But more than half of the kobolds chose to continue to submit, and were particularly puzzled by the anger of their companions.

Oh my goodness, aren’t werewolves stronger?

Great! Our future king is a werewolf!

Just then, Leo's voice came, "She's not a werewolf, she's a husky."

The old Greyhound shaman shouted angrily, "Damn human! You're lying! Kobolds, there are no huskies!"

Leo sneered confidently, "Can't you smell whether I'm lying or not?"

To him, Fraser is a husky.

Looks like a husky, talks like a husky, has the personality of a husky.

Then she is a Husky!

The old shaman tried to sniff, smell, and distinguish, and finally became angry and frustrated, "The human did not lie! What he said is true! Husky, dog-headed man! A new breed!"

"A husky with werewolf blood! Smart! Powerful! Woof woof woof!"

With the certification of the old ogreon shaman, the remaining ogreons no longer hesitated and prostrated themselves on the ground to show their submission.

Looking at the wonder before him, Leo felt extremely envious.

He is a time traveler, he doesn't have the air of a king, but he does have a lot of the air of a cuckold.

When he first traveled through time, he was often looked down upon. Although everyone was afraid of him, they did not take his opinions seriously.

All the status and reputation he gained later were acquired through his hard work bit by bit.

The tiger's body shook, and others bowed down in worship. This is impossible even now.

But Fraser did it!

More than half a year ago, she was still a barking dog that was beaten by herself at the door of her house!

After enjoying the authority of the Gnoll King for a while, Fesa turned around and faced the pug statue.

"I, the clever Fisa, will worship the god of the kobolds, and the god will grant me divine power!"

As she spoke confidently, a ball of light slowly condensed in the palm of the pug-headed monster statue.

The light shone on Fesha's body, making her float slowly. Her hair became fluffy and glowed with a strange glow.

The next second, it seemed as if a pair of invisible big hands were stroking her wildly!

Leo was stunned, but he seemed to be aware of something.

He yelled in his mind, "Al! Come out!"

"whee!"

Leo was speechless, rolling his eyes and said, "You are the god of the fucking kobolds, right?"

"If you say so, then so be it!" Al continued to play with Fesha, controlling her to spin in the air for several circles, stroking her again and again, before reluctantly letting her go, and then said happily: "Great! The Kobolds have a new king!"