Warlord: King of All Clans

While Freya was digging a hole, Leo returned to the camp. He wanted to ask Olivia to make more pancakes for Freya.

Such a good helper cannot be dismissed with a sham, she must be given something dry to eat.

"What? Cheese on toast?" Olivia was angry. "No cheese!"

"No cheese? Then what is this?" Leo took advantage of Olivia's inattention, poked his head into the truck, and picked up a small wooden barrel with familiarity.

"Huh? What is this? Pine nuts? Sprinkle some! Almonds? Sprinkle some!"

With one hand, Leo resisted Olivia's angry snatch, and with the other hand he rummaged through the truck, digging out Olivia's treasured food.

If it smells good, give it to her!

Leo had to go back to the construction site and keep an eye on it because he was worried that the kid would give up at any time if he was not there.

When he returned to the construction site, Freya was on strike as expected. She was standing on the bank of the canal, staring blankly across the canal.

On the other side of the canal was a large group of gnolls, among which the black and white fur gnoll Fesa was particularly conspicuous.

These ogres are here to transport iron ore, and the canal is their only way through.

After the initial frenzy, the amount of iron ore transported by the kobolds began to drop sharply.

One reason is that there is not much ready-made ore piled up in the Gnoll Valley, and the remaining part is mostly of poor quality. What is traded now is the iron ore newly dug out by the Gnolls.

The second reason is that most of the ogres go mining or hunting, so there are naturally fewer ogres responsible for transporting iron ore.

But Fraser still insisted on bringing his men to the River Bay Camp twice a day to actively exchange for food.

There is never enough food. According to the food distribution tradition of the Gnoll tribe, the elderly, the weak, women and children can get less than one-third of the food that an adult Gnoll can get every day.

The adult ogres were well fed, but the elderly, the weak, women and children were still starving.

When the ogres transporting ore walked to the newly opened canal, they suddenly saw a huge monster. They were so scared that they stopped in their tracks and no matter how Uliyang explained, they dared not cross the canal.

Freya also discovered this group of ogres. She didn't dare to work in the canal anymore, for fear that these ogres would pounce on her and bite her butt!

"Let's go back and eat first." Seeing this, Leo called Freya.

"It's time to eat!" When Freya heard the call to eat, her two short ears immediately stood up. She no longer cared about these gnolls and ran towards the camp alone, "thump thump thump".

Only after Freya ran far away did the group of dog-headed people dare to step onto the simple wooden bridge over the canal.

Leo greeted Fisa enthusiastically, "Would you like to have a bite too?"

The dog-headed man Fisa hesitated and nodded.

After this period of trading, with two trips a day, the ogre Fisa has become very familiar with this human camp.

Unlike other members of the same tribe who are still wary and fearful of humans and are unwilling to have too much communication with humans, Fesa is obviously bolder, has a more outstanding language talent, and is better at communication.

During this time, she not only took the kobolds to trade iron ore with humans outside the Riverbend Camp, but also boldly entered the camp to check whether her kobold cubs were being taken care of.

He even stayed in the camp for a few meals at Olivia's invitation.

When they returned to the camp, Freya, who had run back earlier, was happily eating the barley cake made specially for her.

The thick wheat cakes, about the size of a pot lid, are sprinkled with dried fruits such as pine nuts, dried dates, and almonds, and have the aroma of freshly baked wheat.

She has three of these pancakes!

A bunch of kids in the camp were crying with envy, staring at Freya with drooling eyes.

Olivia was well prepared. She brought out the leftover scraps of baked oatmeal cakes and distributed them to the children in the camp, while also giving them a few naggings.

Everyone in front of the campfire was given a head-sized wheat cake. Even though these wheat cakes were made of wheat flour without any ingredients added and even contained a lot of bran, they were much more delicious than the sour and hard-to-swallow rye bread.

While chewing on a wheat cake, Leo asked Fisa, "How much do you know about the wild boar people across the river?"

Feisa, who was happily wagging her tail and chewing on a pancake, was stunned. It took her a while to organize her words: "Wild boar people are very powerful and scary."

"There are so many wild boars on the other side of the river. The kobolds won't cross the river."

In just one week, the kobold Fesa's common language became noticeably more fluent. With her narration, Leo gained a better understanding of the boar people on the other side of the river.

On the other side of the Anzeno River, in Songyuan, formerly the Wolf-Driving Plain, there are several wild boar tribes. The nearest one is located in a gravel hill about thirty miles away.

This boarman tribe has about two hundred people, one third of whom are boarman warriors, and the rest are mostly boarman hunters, with only a small number of old and weak ones.

Because the distance is far and beyond the hunting range of the wild boar people, there are not many conflicts between the kobold tribe where Fesa is located and the wild boar people.

Only when the pine nuts are ripe every year and the kobolds secretly cross the river to the pine fields on the opposite side to collect pine nuts, will they be hunted by wild boar people, resulting in the loss of seven or eight dogs.

Such a small number of casualties is nothing to the ogres.

So we have been living in peace all these years.

On the contrary, the Savage Tribe under the waterfall often fought with the Wild Boar Men, and the mountain path leading to the Savage Tribe was hung with Wild Boar Men's skulls.

Leo had heard Urian introduce the social structure of the wild boar people before.

A boar tribe usually has only one leader, either a chieftain or a shaman.

Under the leader are the most elite boarmen warriors, under the warriors are the hunters, and under the hunters are the old and weak.

Like most of the wild alien races, the hierarchy in the wild boar tribe is also very strict, and the most intuitive manifestation is in the distribution of food.

The warriors in the boar tribe have full food allocations. Because of the abundant food and long-term fighting, looting and hunting, they have grown tall and strong, with well-developed muscles, and have greater individual strength than the people in the north.

If we ignore weapons and equipment and combat skills, and only consider physical fitness, the boarmen warriors are already comparable to the Empire's heavy-armored elite infantry, that is, the level of a third-level soldier.

The boarmen warriors are equipped with the tribe's best fur armor, wielding primitive heavy weapons and carrying crossbows, and they can tame unicorns. A hunting team of ten boarmen warriors can roam the wilderness.

Below the boar warriors are the boar hunters. They are composed of weaker boar men, female boar men, and disabled boar warriors. They wear the rags left over by the boar warriors and have simple weapons such as crossbows, one-handed hammers, and bone spears.

They are usually responsible for gathering food or hunting small wild animals, guarding nests, etc. They also provide fire cover during collective combat and even act as cannon fodder.

Because their daily food allocation is only half of that of the boar warriors, their bodies appear much smaller. Although they are still strong and bulky compared to humans, they are one-third lighter than the boar warriors.

The old and weak at the next level only get half the food of an adult boar man, or a quarter of a boar warrior, and are barely surviving starvation.

Most alien races adopt or are similar to this food distribution system. It seems very unreasonable, but in the wilderness, it can better ensure the combat effectiveness of the tribe.

The boar people are extremely savage, brutal, aggressive and xenophobic, and are hostile to almost any other race, even their own people.

Moreover, it is an omnivorous creature and can eat anything.

Whenever a boarman tribe appears, no animals or plants within a radius of thirty miles can survive in peace.