Warlord: King of All Clans

Leaving the River Bay Peninsula, a group of three (?) people walked upstream along the river.

Freya, who had spent the entire day digging a canal yesterday and had sacrificed the lives of a hundred young and strong laborers, did not look tired at all.

She leaped forward and slammed into the icy pond, blasting the small fish lurking in the pond onto the shore, and swallowed them one by one as snacks.

He hugged a big tree and shook it violently, trying to see if there would be any squirrels or foxes falling from it.

Seeing Leo walking in front carrying a wooden box, he suddenly felt jealous of the box and deliberately threw himself to the ground.

"Oops, I fell!" Then he tried to raise his stubby front paws towards Leo, "It hurts! I need a hug!"

Seeing that Leo didn't even turn his head, he reluctantly stood up and continued to follow.

Feisa looked at Freya running around here and there, and was extremely envious of her huge body.

With a body size like this, strength like this, and thick fur like this, it should be fearless even if it lives alone in the wilderness, right?

Why does God favor only one other dog even though they are both huskies?

Leo walked all the way to the boulder where he had encountered the wild hunter before, put down the wooden box and stopped.

"Why don't you leave?"

"Just wait here." Leo sat down and looked around the woods, trying to find any trace of the wild people.

After a while, the three heard a sharp whistle in the distance.

And around the river beach where Rio was, several whistles were heard in response.

Leo could tell that this was the wild people conveying information, probably to confirm whether there were any "bandit suppression" troops following behind him.

According to the laws and concepts of the empire, the status of the barbarians was no different from that of foreigners, even lower than slaves, and they had no human rights to speak of.

Killing a savage or alien is no different from killing a wild beast and does not violate imperial law.

Slave-catching teams that capture savages and foreigners and sell slaves are a legal profession in the empire!

Even for many pioneering knights who have the military support of their family, one of the most ingenious ways to expand the territory is to clear out and expel the wild people, occupy their villages and farmland, capture the population, and directly skip the progress bar in the early stage of development.

In this case, the exposure of the wild folk villages is a huge risk, and the xenophobia and conservatism of the wild folks are inevitable.

The next moment, a wild hunter appeared on a huge rock upstream of the river, looking down at the group of three people on the riverbank with a wolf-like cold gaze.

Leo recognized that this was not the same wild hunter he had encountered last time, but he was just as wild and murderous, which made him quickly put away his frivolous heart.

Surrender first!

Looking at Leo with his hands raised high, the wild hunter lowered the longbow in his hand and asked coldly: "Are you alone?"

His Imperial language was a little difficult to understand, but at least it was better than the Kobold language, and Leo could basically understand it.

Leo looked at the dog-headed man and marmot who were imitating him by raising their hands high, and nodded: "It's just me!"

The wild hunter jumped off the boulder, walked up to Leo, stared at him face to face for a full ten seconds, then bowed to Freya next to him and said respectfully, "Master!"

"Master?" Leo looked at Freya with a black question mark on his face.

Freya patted her chest and explained proudly, "Master Druid! It's me!"

Unexpectedly, the wild hunter did not ask Leo's purpose at all, but simply raised his hand and led them upstream of the river.

The wild hunter remained silent along the way. Only when he took a short break did he say to Freya: "The people in the village miss you very much."

"I miss them too." Freya replied shyly.

The steep river ahead seemed endless. The group jumped over deep ravines, climbed over mountains, and passed through canyons, walking at least twenty miles of mountain roads.

No, there wasn't even a mountain road. They were just walking through relatively easy-to-travel forests under the guidance of wild hunters who were familiar with the terrain.

If there were no wild people leading the way, outsiders would be blocked by cliffs or deep ravines in a minute, or simply get stuck in the Broken Head Canyon and be unable to get out.

In the last canyon, Leo saw many holes carved out on the stone wall opposite the stream, which were filled with skulls of various beasts and alien races.

The entire stone wall is covered with densely packed holes, like a honeycomb, making one feel like entering the set of a horror movie, or some kind of religious holy place.

Leo carefully identified them and found that half of them were boarman skulls. Judging from the size of the skulls and the huge fangs, they were probably boarman warriors.

Based on the degree of weathering on some of the boarmen's skulls, Leo could tell that the struggle between the Savages and the Boarmen had been going on for a very long time.

After passing through this canyon, we finally saw a road with traces of human repair. We climbed up a low peak along the mountain path, and the view ahead suddenly opened up.

Standing on the low peak, there is a huge lake in front of you. At the end of the lake is a huge waterfall falling from a thousand-meter cliff.

The great waterfall at the source of the Anzeno River, which usually hung far in the sky, appeared in front of Leo after twenty or thirty miles of trekking through mountains and rivers.

At the feet and on both sides of Rio, four low peaks surround the waterfall like a crown, forming a basin that intercepts the rushing river water and accumulates it into a huge lake between the four low peaks and the magnificent barrier.

The water level of the huge lake is at least one thousand meters higher than the Hewan Peninsula and the Qulangyuan, like a pearl hanging high in the sky.

The overflowing lake water flows out from the valley between the low peaks, forming many waterfalls, and continues to fall down, some of which merge into the Anzeno River, and some flow in other directions.

Standing on the low peak and looking back, you can easily see the panoramic view of the river bay peninsula. Looking far into the distance, you can also see the villagers in the camp moving like ants.

Leo was secretly shocked. Although he was mentally prepared, it was still beyond his expectation that the entire River Bend Camp would be completely exposed to the sight of the savages.

Leo even felt like a fish in a small pond, thinking that he was well hidden there, but in fact, the people on the shore could see him clearly.

From this point of view, Fraser's evaluation of this savage tribe is very pertinent. This is a kind tribe.

At least they didn't launch a surprise attack and rob them of their food and people before they could gain a foothold in the River Bend camp.

Many pioneering territories could not be self-sufficient for five to ten years, and were eventually abandoned. The biggest reason was that there were too many bandits in the surrounding areas!

In the basin formed between the four low peaks and the magnificent barrier, in addition to the huge lake, there is also a small village nestled in the mountains and by the water.

There are large tracts of willow trees planted on the shore of the lake, and some narrow and long farmlands have been reclaimed. There are some wooden houses near the lake, and the corridors and piers at the entrance extend into the lake, with small fishing boats docked under the bridge.

In short, this is a wild tribe with a small amount of farmland, relying mainly on fishing and hunting for a living.

This is simply a paradise that only exists in Leo's imagination.

Leo looked at the small village by the lake at the foot of the mountain and the roar of the waterfall coming from afar, and he was filled with envy.

People who live here must be prone to rheumatism, right?