Warlord: King of All Clans

After wiping out this small clan of orcs, Leo returned to the town of Melesi with a lot of spoils.

Three hundred orc heads, dozens of orc cubs, more than ten carts of iron ore, and a large pile of crude iron tools.

As for the food stored by the orcs, there was not much to begin with, and it was mixed with a lot of human flesh. Leo directly ordered a fire to be burned.

The head of the shot corner flag knight was still hanging on the flagpole. His two knight squires mustered up the courage to step forward and kneel on one knee, wanting to get their master's head back.

But Leo ignored it and waited until he returned to the town of Melesi. He didn't take down his colleague's head on the flagpole until all the corner flags saw it.

After reporting the military heads collected to the legion commander, Leo also described the process of shooting the corner flag knight.

He did not defend himself, but objectively described the Corner Flag Knight's performance on the battlefield.

He was truly brave. He charged forward on his horse and killed an orc warrior and four orc laborers in a row.

His thigh was hit hard, and his leg armor was deformed, but he still insisted on fighting.

But because of his impulsiveness, the shield formation battle, which was originally composed mainly of River Bay infantry, turned into a chaotic battle, resulting in the casualties of soldiers far exceeding the original expectation.

After hearing the news that the Knight of the Corner Flag was shot dead by Leo, the Legion Commander Arnold was silent for two minutes before he said, "Damn it! Well done! But you killed another nephew of mine. Don't kill him again in the future."

As he spoke, he pulled over a bearded corner flag knight and explained carefully to Leo: "This is my eldest son, Owen Isenkulov. The other corner flags don't matter, but you must not kill this one."

Leo was horrified, "Is this your son? I called him uncle yesterday!"

Because of the cold climate, people in the north love to grow a big beard, and it is almost difficult to tell the age of men between the ages of 20 and 40.

If Arnold Fangqi hadn't told him, he would have thought this was Arnold's younger brother.

Arnold's flag was also a little afraid of Leo. The people of the North were barbaric, and the soldiers were even more bloodthirsty and brutal. However, it was rare to see someone like Leo who would kill his companions over a disagreement.

If he were to command this battle, although he would be very unhappy with the Corner Flag Knight who acted on his own, as long as he won the battlefield and to win the support of the people, he would not do anything to the Corner Flag Knight who was known for his bravery.

At most, he would be reprimanded and half of the spoils would be confiscated.

Leo doesn't care about that. What's the name of bravery? Tyr is the witness.

If you piss him off, send him to Tyr first!

There is also a blacksmith shop and a furnace in the town of Melesi. With the more than ten carts of iron ore brought back by Leo, the military craftsmen began to smelt iron and forge it, making new weapons and arrows and repairing damaged armor.

Standing on the low city wall of the town of Melesi, listening to the clanging sound of hammers behind him, Leo missed the river bend a little.

Unfortunately, this place is 500 miles away from the river bend, and the distance makes it difficult to communicate.

This place is closer to the northern snowfield, but after seeing the great achievements of Master Bobak, Leo did not call him rashly, as he did not want to disturb him for some trivial matters.

I wonder if Olivia can handle managing the entire River Bay.

I don’t know whether Freya is happy or not, and whether she is still being tied down by Fesha.

I wonder if those naughty kids will study hard after Hewan Elementary School starts classes without his intimidation and threats.

Slightly melancholy, Leo's eyes fell on the Rose Knight beside him, and he couldn't help but ask casually, "Gwen? Sheila? Dinah? Leticia?"

"My Lord, I am Leticia, just call me Xiya."

"Okay Thea, where's your other sister? Why are there only three of you?"

"Oh, she went back to Hewan to tell the mistress that she is safe."

“???” Leo looked confused and looked at Xia without saying a word.

This place is more than 500 miles away from the river bend!

It took the Isenbol Legion a total of eleven days to march north!

Xiya felt a sense of superiority over the bumpkin, and explained with a smile: "My lord, for a Rose Knight, five hundred miles is not far. If we set out at dawn, we will arrive at noon. If time is tight, we should be able to get back before dark."

What else could Leo say but complain, "Why didn't you tell me when you went back? At least bring a letter back for me!"

Xiya lowered her head quickly and said in shame: "My Lord! If you need to deliver a letter, just give it to me! I will set off now and guarantee that I can deliver it to the river bend before dark!"

Leo shook his head, not wanting to waste high-quality combat power easily. Riding a horse is not like driving a car. A long journey of thousands of miles back and forth would be very tiring even for a Rose Knight.

What else could he say? He could only say that they were worthy of being one of the three great knight orders in the empire, the strongest light cavalry!

It's really a waste of talent to serve as your own bodyguard.

To the north of Frovald, the World Tree Avenue and the fields were covered with endless tents.

This is the main orc legion camp, surrounded only by huge logs and rocks, with holes everywhere.

However, the human cavalry units did not dare to attack or harass easily.

The high-level shaman of the orcs possesses powerful elemental forces. He can instantly turn the ground into quicksand and gather rocks into a city wall.

In the early stage of the Orc Legion's camping, the human garrison of Frowald took advantage of the enemy's small number of people and sent a cavalry unit of 500 people to launch an attack.

As a result, he was trapped by the strange spells of the high-level orc shaman, and escaped only after leaving half of his body behind.

In the center of the legion camp, there is a luxurious fur tent, decorated with densely packed skulls of various races from inside to outside.

Inside the tent, several orc warriors sat cross-legged, lowered their heads and waited patiently.

In front of them was an old orc shaman who was skinny and weak, wearing a coarse cloak.

In front of the old orc shaman was a strangely shaped obsidian platform, with nothing on it.

In his vision, blue clouds condensed by magic rolled and evaporated on the obsidian table, gradually outlining some specific objects.

For example, the huge orc army camp and the human city of Forowald in front of them.

But now, the interior of Frowald is covered by a layer of black fog, and it is impossible to see the situation inside clearly.

But outside the city wall, it was clearly visible due to the outline of magic.

One after another, human troops walked out of the city walls, and in the magic world, they looked like blue fireflies.

In this world, everything is shrouded in magic power, and the activities of any living creature will interfere with the flow of magic power.

The more powerful the creature, the clearer the trajectory of the magic power flowing around it.

The human wizard of Frovald is also proficient in shamanism. Although he is not as proficient in great insight as the orc prophet, he can also cast a small-scale war fog to hide the interior of the city of Frovald.

The old orc shaman stared at Frovald for a long time but could not get any useful information.

His gaze shifted away from the human city and focused on the surrounding towns and castles.

Finally, his eyes fell on the small town of Melesi, where there lived a firefly with a bloated body but weak magical power.

The old orc shaman's rich experience told him that this was a low-level human legion, and the number of people was not proportional to their extraordinary combat power.

After confirming the target, the orc prophet stretched out a dry finger, gently tapped the map beside him, and said: "Here, one finger counts."

One finger is equivalent to the combat power of a thousand orc warriors, but considering the weak individuals of the human race's low-level units, this number must be at least doubled.

Several orc warriors looked excited and bloodthirsty, and after several arguments, they decided who would fight.

The winner walked out of the shaman's tent and gave the order, "Wolf Riders! Move out!"