Warlord: King of All Clans

The troll tribe was settled by Ai'er at the entrance of the Grand Canyon of the Atrium, which perfectly protected them from the wind and snow and also made it convenient for them to go out for gathering and hunting.

The huge canyon, winding for more than ten kilometers, has several hidden ruins similar to the orc altars.

The orc altar where Leo landed was located in the middle of the canyon, which was relatively hidden.

It was here that he was struck on the head by the sword of the ancient sword master of the orcs, thus starting his journey to transcendence.

Many people think that life is a game of passing levels, where they have to overcome all obstacles, move forward bravely, and explore the unknown.

But in fact, it is not like that at all. Life of most people is actually a cultivation game, going around in circles, back and forth, always circling in familiar places.

As long as you have grown a little when you return to your original position, that's good enough.

Leo looked at the desolate and dilapidated orc altar and recalled what had happened in the past two years, feeling very emotional.

As expected, three points depend on hard work, seven points are determined by fate, and the remaining ninety points are all due to the help of Master Bobak!

After waiting for a while on the stone platform of the Orc altar, Leo saw Asa leading a team of female troll warriors walking up the path along the cliff.

Through the identity of the "Black Dragon King", El provided guidance to Asa and told her that another of his followers would bring food to the trolls.

Asa walked up to the orc altar and saw a human, a kobold and a groundhog, all of whom looked not very smart.

A handsome Pegasus was kicking its legs out of boredom not far away, obviously a little resentful about the temporary overtime work.

Asa just saw a Pegasus flying through the air, but he didn't expect it to be the opponent's mount.

Their hunting grounds were not far from Pegasus Terrace, and Pegasus could be seen occasionally, but hunting this flying monster was more difficult than hunting high-level monsters.

Unless you find their nest and ambush them, once the Pegasus flaps its wings and flies away, you can only watch and drool.

The three people in front of him are all extraordinary creatures.

Lord Black Dragon King is so powerful!

She looked at Leo warily and asked in the awkward common language: "Where is the food?"

Whether orcs, trolls or humans, they all have their own languages, but because of the promotion of Midgard Lord Chis'el, the entire continent is accustomed to using the common language as the language of communication between races.

For example, the Imperial Elegant language originated from the ancient elven language, while the Imperial language originated from the common language.

However, as time went by, the common language mastered by each ethnic group also changed, and it became very awkward to listen to each other's language.

Leo gave Freya a look, and the latter immediately understood the idea and reached her claws into her small pocket to take out food.

Bags of rye and tapioca flour appeared on the stone terrace.

The cassava flour produced in Hekou Town has undergone many improvements and now has several specifications.

The one that Rio brought is the cheapest kind. It looks like dried rice noodles. It is easy to make and store.

Because it contains a lot of plant fiber and impurities, the rice noodle looks very turbid.

This is the food that Hewan provides to refugees. It is almost entirely detoxified and mixed with other grains to make it easier to digest.

Giving them a meal at night can both replenish their energy and prevent them from having excess energy.

As for the refined vermicelli and potato starch, after subsequent processing, the quantity is reduced by at least half, and the price is already on par with wheat.

Although Hewan had the technology to process cassava with antlers, the food pressure was directly halved, and there was also the granary in Isenbol, but these days, food was always not enough, and Leo was unwilling to give out too much.

Deer horn cassava was originally the food of the wild alien tribes. With their stomachs, they only needed to peel it and steam it before eating it. It would only be further processed when food was extremely abundant.

The crudest cassava products from the River Bend are not bad food for the trolls.

Asa and her people looked at the bags of grain, their eyes lit up and they couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

Hiding in the Grand Canyon of the Atrium, relying solely on a few hundred hunters is not enough to meet the food needs of more than two thousand trolls, and the tribe has been out of food for two days.

Asa crossed his arms across his chest, closed his eyes and praised, "Praise the Lord Black Dragon King!"

During this time, she had apparently relayed her experiences to her tribesmen. These powerful female troll warriors crossed their arms and said, “Praise the Lord Black Dragon King!”

Aesir was originally the chieftain of the troll clan and a rare shadow hunter. He knew divination, insight and healing spells, and had the final say in his clan.

The trolls had always had full trust in Asa's words, and now that they saw the food being delivered, they believed it even more.

The trolls worship the strong and do not see anything wrong in being a vassal of a black dragon. Instead, they believe that with the black dragon's protection, their tribe will grow rapidly.

With food as a medium, Asa began to feel a little more favorable towards the human in front of him. He was no longer hostile and took the initiative to say, "Human, these foods cannot meet our needs. If you have any surplus, we can continue to trade."

She didn't dare to ask the Black Dragon King for a free gift, so she could only set her sights on Leo.

Leo was also very interested and asked, "We don't have much food, so we won't trade it easily, unless the materials you want to trade are attractive enough?"

Asa thought for a moment, took off a string of beads from his wrist, handed it to Leo, and said, "How about the magic crystal of the Warcraft?"

Leo took it and looked at it. This string of beads was made of carefully polished animal bones, with tiny animal teeth occasionally inlaid in the middle.

In the center of the bracelet, there is a blue magic crystal inlaid, emitting the unique and strange glow of magic crystal.

Looking at Asa's forehead and neck, there are at least three magic crystals as decoration.

The magic crystals, which are extremely expensive to humans, are actually of little use to the alien races in the wilderness. Only those alien races who have been promoted to the extraordinary realm can sense the abundant magic power contained in the magic crystals and find ways to absorb it.

As for ordinary alien races, if they possess magic crystals, they will only treat them as a kind of gemstone, making them into jewelry or trading them.

However, magic crystals are only found in the bodies of mid-level magical beasts and are not easily obtained. Only powerful alien hunters can kill magical beasts and wear magic crystal ornaments to demonstrate their strength.

As a magical being with even stronger spiritual power and a certain heritage, Asa knew the value of magic crystals.

Compared with gold, silver, copper and iron, this is the common currency of all races on the continent.

Leo was very excited. To open the seal of the atrium, one thousand magic crystals were needed, but Leo had been searching everywhere for a while and still hadn't collected a hundred.

Seventy percent of them came from the spoils of the racial war, the rewards from the Grand Duke of the North, and the treasures from Lord Tariq's mansion.

If he really had to spend money to buy it on the market, he wouldn't be able to get that much even if he sold the river bend.

Leo held the bracelet and nodded happily, "Okay, name a price."

In the market of Isenbol, a magic crystal costs at least eighty gold solis. A magic crystal of good quality and rare properties can be sold for more than one hundred gold solis.

On average, one magic crystal is worth one hundred gold soles, enough to exchange for two thousand bags of food.

Asa was hesitant. He wanted to ask for a bigger price, but was also afraid that the other party would turn around and leave.

She hesitated for a long time, then gritted her teeth and quoted a high price: "One hundred bags of food! Thirty percent of it must be exchanged for meat!"