Warlord: King of All Clans

Leo walked up to the four Kobold blacksmiths and asked, "Who among you is the best at blacksmithing?"

The kobold blacksmiths stopped what they were doing and stared at Leo blankly, until Leo repeated his question, then all the kobolds pointed in unison.

Pointing at the dog-headed man Fisa.

Not only them, but the busy ogres around also stopped and pointed at Fesa.

The old dog-headed charlatan said in the awkward Imperial language: "Fisa, Princess, you are the most powerful. Of all, you are the most powerful!"

Leo couldn't believe it: "You are the best at iron?"

Fesha wagged her tail and said, "Kobold Chief, you must be either strong or smart. I, the princess, am both smart and strong!"

"I will, when I see it."

Although Fesa is the daughter of the previous kobold leader, according to the tradition of the kobold tribe, she is not among the top 30 in the order of succession to the position of tribal leader.

A kobold tribe has more than just one powerful kobold leader.

There is also a kobold shaman with outstanding intelligence, a kobold blacksmith who has inherited the forging technology, captains of seven or eight hunting teams, and nearly one-third of the kobold warriors.

These candidates who possess personal strength and power rank far above bloodline.

Fesa is a female kobold who is naturally disadvantaged. In order to become the leader of the tribe, she must be better than other kobolds.

Of course, this is also due to the River Bend Camp. In several battles, almost all the powerful ogre warriors were killed.

The old shaman is a useless guy who can't even release a fireball and can only teach everyone to sing and dance.

She didn't say that even the small mound was built after she was inspired by her visit to the Great Falls Wild People Tribe.

The original ogres didn’t even have a furnace for smelting iron. They just had a mud pit. They would pound the iron ore into powder, roll it into mud balls, put them in a pit filled with charcoal, and then build a bonfire on top to burn for three days and three nights.

Whether or not you can burn out iron beads depends entirely on God's will.

Just by adding a small insulating mud bag, the probability of producing iron doubles.

In addition, the ironware made by the clever and skillful Fisa is the most durable and she is the best blacksmith in the nest.

Moreover, she has the best talent for languages ​​and the greatest courage. Not only does she dare to trade with the wild tribes, she also dares to negotiate with the terrible humans.

She also reorganized the hunting team, learned human tactics and weapons, and made reasonable division of labor so that every kobold had something to do.

Even tried building a wall in the valley!

Otherwise, how could the Gnoll tribe, where status is determined by strength, allow this female Gnoll with weak fighting ability to be its leader?

"I didn't realize you were so smart." Leo felt only sincere admiration for Fraser's boasting, and had no intention of making fun of her at all.

Fesha's behavior was nothing like that of a kobold from a small tribe, and Leo also noticed the tremendous changes in the Knobold Valley.

This black and white dog-headed man is obviously not of the same breed as those golden retrievers. The difference in intelligence is too great.

Even among the villagers of Riverbend Camp, few are smarter than her.

Leo brought back Freya, who was chasing and fighting in the Gnoll Valley, causing chaos, and took away a Gnoll blacksmith.

It was impossible to choose Fisa. He was still counting on the smart Fisa to maintain the rule of the ogre tribe and prevent another brainless person who only wanted to fight with humans from popping up.

The kobold blacksmith brought back didn't understand the Imperial language very well, and had difficulty communicating with Valeri.

And if it weren't for Fisa's comfort, this dog-headed man, who was hostile and fearful of humans, would have fled back to his lair in minutes.

But no one was in a hurry. They let the dog-headed man stay there and get familiar with the human environment. It would not be too late to communicate after the furnace was repaired.

Leo dared to guarantee that after feeding this kobold blacksmith a few meals from the camp kitchen, he would be reluctant to go back.

This poor kobold blacksmith can't do anything except forging iron. The unfamiliar environment makes him feel at a loss. He sits alone in the middle of the camp, at a loss as to what to do.

Olivia tried to send some kobold cubs to him to give him some spiritual comfort, but the male kobolds had no interest in the cubs at all, and even bared their fangs, let out threatening growls, and drove them away.

The kobold cub could only crawl back, crying, to find its mother.

"Why is it that when others travel to another world, they will see a dwarf forging master in a few minutes and bow down to him?"

"No one comes here. The only half-baked blacksmith can only cast iron ingots. I have to catch a kobold blacksmith to fill the gap."

"It feels like I have to do everything myself!"

Leo muttered to himself as he rested his head on Olivia's thigh.

This alien world that I traveled to seemed too realistic.

Olivia was used to his nonsense, and she put the account book on Leo's head to record today's transactions and expenses.

Olivia was in a good mood as she watched the numbers in the account book grow bigger and bigger.

"The food stored in the village is enough to last for a month. We can exchange the iron ore for other things."

"Fifteen pounds of cheese..."

"Ten pounds of nails..."

"Two spinning wheels..."

"Twenty woodcutting axes..."

In the distance, the young men carrying the beams shouted in unison under Valeri's command: "Yo hey! Get up!"

After the foundation of the lord's house was built, the first floor had taken shape.

Freya, who had just returned from digging the canal, was covered in mud and lying on her back in the middle of the camp, waving her four stubby paws around and shouting, "I'm not getting up! I want a hot bath!"

Listening to these sounds, Leo's worries gradually faded away.

He is not the only one working hard, everyone is fighting for their homeland.

At night, just as Leo was about to fall asleep, he found that the tent was opened and Olivia, wearing only a linen pajamas, came in.

This linen pajamas has been washed so many times that the texture has become sparse and thin, like a gauze curtain.

The flickering firelight outside made her beautiful body crystal clear.

"What are you doing?" Leo glared.

Lying down next to Leo, because the tent was too narrow, Olivia could only lie on her side holding Leo's arm.

"I'm afraid you'll bully the little mouse! I'm here to supervise you!"

"Supervise me? I think you are walking into a tiger's mouth and seeking your own death!" Leo turned over and pressed Olivia under him. Although he was supporting himself with his arms, he could still feel the two towering lumps of soft flesh on Olivia's chest.

The atmosphere was becoming increasingly ambiguous, when at this moment the little mouse watching the show at feet suddenly screamed.

A huge animal head came in.

"Get out! Get out!"

The three people put their six legs together on the groundhog's head, trying to push her out.

"I want to live in a tent, too!" Freya squeezed firmly into the shaky little tent.

"boom!"

The poor little tent finally couldn't bear the weight and collapsed.