Warlord: King of All Clans

"Don't stop, everyone will be here soon!" Along the way, the convoy leader Uriyang shouted from time to time to inspire people.

According to the scribbled map provided by Uncle Uliyang, the villagers' team went south along World Tree Avenue for thousands of miles.

After more than a month of long journey, after reaching the sentry tower where he once stationed, he left the road and headed west along the banks of the Anzeno River.

Travel through more than thirty miles of primeval forest and arrive at the destination of the river beside.

The current position of the team is the last journey to leave the westernmost sentry tower of Earl Frellov and officially enter the primitive wilderness.

The high-definition, uncensored, top-secret western post tower map provided by Uncle Uliyang, where Uliyang's early service was provided.

It was only more than thirty miles away, but it was harder to walk than a thousand miles before. Not to mention the various wild beasts that were spying on in secret, there were as many as four ambushes from the dog-headed man alone.

The last casualties were the sum of the first three times.

Only half of the remaining fifty militias now have combat capabilities, and even the newly appointed militia leader Rio Mondo could not afford to be seriously injured in this battle.

It was not just the frequent attacks of the kobolds, but because there was no road, the village team with a large number of supplies was already ridiculously slow.

The wheels fell into mud pits, rolled over, and the axle broke.

The donkey was frightened and fled and became stubborn.

It rains and snows, and the collapsed giant trees block the road.

The villagers who had a broken mentality caused trouble and became sick.

Even a small cliff less than three meters can make the convoy pause for a long time.

Various accidents have minimized the speed of the team's travel to a minimum and almost stopped.

The entire convoy rolled in the cold mud and water, fighting hardships.

"How far is it? When will it be? Can't you stay here?" Some people in the team cried and some shouted.

"It will be here tomorrow! It will be here tomorrow! Everyone work harder!"

Uriyang smiled and jumped onto a huge rock, waved the horned helmet in his hand, shouting loudly: "There are fat fishes that can be caught with just reaching out! There are elks running around! You can cut any big ones Tree! Large fertile land, everyone can have a full meal!”

In the same way, Uncle Uliyang had already shouted all the way, and was even made into a nursery rhyme by the children of the convoy.

But there is no doubt that his words are indeed inspiring people and keep the villagers breathe a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the convoy leader Uncle Uliyang, who had enough means and prestige, and the villagers who had been following here all the way out, there would be no way out, this weak villager convoy would have fallen apart long ago.

But no matter what, among the countless "you can arrive tomorrow", the villagers' convoy finally arrived at the destination of Hewan and came to the beautiful new home that Uncle Uliyang strongly described.

This is a huge river peninsula, with countless years of silt forming a vast plain.

Unlike the lush and virgin forests on both sides of the river, the river beside peninsula is full of grasslands and small lakes, and only some sporadic hills are sparsely populated with small trees and shrubs.

The grassland in winter is full of dead grass that is as tall as the thighs, and the thick rhizomes cannot even crush them all.

This shows the fertility of the land. Even laymen like Leo know that it is very suitable for land reclamation.

After waking up, Leo Mondo, who continued to lie in the truck for three days and three nights, barely stood up and could walk upright.

During this period, the original owner's memory seemed to fall from a high altitude, cracking and splattering into his mind in chaos.

He constantly subtly influenced his cognition and personality, so he looked confused.

Fortunately, the original owner was originally a person who lived a daze, and he was unable to move while lying in the truck, and the people around him could not see any abnormality.

The convoy parked on the gravel beach in the river beside, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed to have a joy of surviving the disaster, but it was more of a confusion about where to go.

Uncle Uliyang jumped into a truck, distributed his staff loudly, and directed the villagers who could only stand blankly to cut wood, chop firewood, bury pots and cook rice, and set up camps.

The camp that had just been silent came to life amid Uliyang's shouts.

Leo left the messy camp and sat on a huge rock on the river beach, enjoying the leisure he had received from his injuries.

The big river in front of you is a tributary of the Northern Glacier, called the Anzeno River.

It originated from the depths of the magnificent barrier. It fell from thousands of meters above sea level and flowed to the northeast for more than 2,000 miles. It merged into the Storm Fjord in front of Orenick, a major northern town in northern China, and finally flowed into the ice sea. .

Although it is a tributary, it is also a large river that can be marked with names on the mainland map.

Its river channel is gentle, has a short icing period and is very rich in fishery resources.

Compared with the North Glacier that has been frozen all year round, the Anzeno River is more like the mother river of the North.

The river beside the upper source of the Anzeluo River and the water surface is not wide.

The turbulent river water began to become smooth after passing the river bend. The river channel that was originally more than 50 meters wide suddenly expanded to more than 100 meters, like a small lake. Various fish can be seen wandering in the clear river water. Seeking food.

Looking west, you can see the snow-capped mountains. Behind several short peaks, a steep and straight cliff rises from the ground, and the top of it sinks into the clouds, as if it is the end of the world.

That is the magnificent barrier, forming a huge circle in the center of the Morning Light Continent, like a large tree stump on the plain.

Leo's eyes were just the tip of its iceberg.

The water of the Anzeno River fell from the clouds in the sky, splashing along the steep cliffs of the magnificent barrier. More than a dozen huge waterfalls appeared interlaced, which was spectacular.

Going north across the river, there is an endless primeval forest, full of giant coniferous trees embraced by several people, and there is also thick snow on the canopy.

A group of horned deer, as tall as a horse, was drinking water across the river. Several of the deer stared at Leo curiously and called out a yo-yo.

Uncle Wuliyang said that it was originally a vast prairie called the Wolf-Driving Plain. A thousand years ago, the Beast Clan raised wolves here and was the birthplace of the Beast Clan wolf cavalry.

The Wolf Cavalry Legion of the Beast Clan was an existence with a combat power comparable to that of the Imperial Knights.

However, as the beast tribe escaped from the snowfield north of the North Glacier, the prairie was covered by the forest under the joint casting of the beast tribe shaman and the elf druid.

Countless once glorious beast ruins are submerged in the vast wilderness.

The original owner admired Uncle Uliyang the most, except for the martial arts he learned in the army, he was the mouth that made up stories.

Everything has a long history and a story that is attractive enough in his mouth.

Olivia, a blonde girl, came over and checked Leo's injuries. After confirming that there was no problem, she told her with a stern face: "The tent has been tied for you. If you are tired, go lie down and don't walk around. Move, do you know?”

"I understand." Leo nodded honestly, looked at the scenery, and was trembling by the cold wind. Leo then returned to the camp and found his tent.

This is a small tent sewn from various variegated furs, stuffed with a bunch of leather, all the loot that Leo has gained for many years of hunting.

However, due to the poor skinning and nitrification process and overuse, many of the furs have now become a ball of fur.

But even so, it can be regarded as one of the few good tents in the entire camp, at least it is warm enough.

At this moment, outside the small tent, a child covered in mud was squatting outside the tent, trembling.

He held his knees with his hands, covered in a small blanket full of holes, and his back was against the tent, trying to resist the cold.

Leo walked over, kicked him into the tent, and joked, "Little mouse, did you find something to eat today?"

It’s not that I want to kick it, it’s that the original main person kicks it.

The life of a savage and half-robber for more than ten years has engraved rudeness and violence into the original owner's bloodline, affecting his behavior at all times.

The moment Leo kicked it out, he subconsciously retracted his strength, but he still kicked the child a few times and rolled to the bottom of the tent.

The child lying in the pile of furs in the tent shook his head, with no emotion on his dull face.

This child, who is called Little Mouse by Leo, is less than 2 meters tall, has thin fabrics, is skinny, and has black hair and black eyes that are rare in the northern region.

The first time Leo discovered him was one morning more than ten days ago, under a donkey cart in the convoy.

It was snowing at that time, and the little mouse was hiding under the donkey cart parked by the road, laying a small blanket in the mud, lying curled up on it.

This blanket is the one that was just put on her body, exactly the same as the household blanket in Leo's memory, less than half a square meter.

If it is spread on the ground, it cannot cover the body.

When the original owner Leo found him, his body was already stiff.

Perhaps it was because he was reminded of his childhood that the original owner picked up the frozen child, threw it into the pile of rotten fur in his tent, and fed him his breakfast.

Unexpectedly, this little breathless child really came back to life. From then on, he followed the convoy, nowhere to be seen during the day, and at night he curled up in a corner of Leo's tent, and lived smoothly for half a month.

However, the original owner may have kindness, but not much.

Since leaving the village, I have only been half full every day and have no time to care about others. I just let a corner of the place to set up a nest for the little mouse.

The little mouse was originally called Little Mute by Leo. After finding out that he could speak, he called him Little Mouse.

I don’t know whether to steal, ask for advice every day, or go to the wilderness to eat grass, but I’m still alive anyway.

During the days when I was injured, I was lying in the truck and was taken care of by Olivia. I didn’t live in a tent at all. I wonder how the little mouse survived?