Warlord: King of All Clans

Bjorn walked out of the woods on the hillside, looked at the devastated valley and the boar corpses all over the ground, and made an assessment in his mind.

It was a perfect ambush.

The battle broke out so quickly and fiercely that from the time the wild boar men rushed into the valley to the time they turned around and fled, only a quarter of an hour passed.

The quivers of the fifty wild folk hunters were almost empty, and at least a thousand arrows poured onto the heads of the wild boar men.

If there were more quilboar still alive, Bjorn would have no choice but to lead the wildlings in a charge.

No close combat, that's just for Leo to hear. Once an absolute advantage is established, the savages will naturally be happy to kill as many wild boar men as possible.

The melee combat ability of the Wild Hunters is actually stronger than that of the Militia!

The wild folks came out of the woods, holding longbows and bone spears, and cheered for victory.

Leo keenly discovered that among the barbarian archers, there were quite a few old men with half-white hair and wrinkled faces, as well as young girls with childish complexions.

Obviously the "fifty archers" Bjorn mentioned did not mean fifty wild folk hunters.

All the wild folk are soldiers and everyone practices archery. Even teenage girls dare to follow their elders on hunting trips. They can pull a hundred-pound longbow and shoot arrows without missing a target within a hundred meters.

An old hunter who has lived to the point of having white hair may not be able to keep up with young people physically, but his archery skills and mentality are undoubtedly more mature.

Bjorn came to Leo's side and pointed at a huge boar corpse and said, "This is the chief of the boar."

This wild boar man was at least two meters tall and weighed at least three times as much as Leo. It was still seven or eight meters away from the militia line, lying on the ground, and its face could not be seen.

There were six or seven long arrows stuck in its back, but because the fur armor on its body was thick enough, and even had a piece of rusty chain mail donated by an unknown adventurer sewn on the outside of the fur, the arrows did not penetrate deep, only less than ten centimeters.

For the burly and strong boar chieftain, this depth has not yet penetrated the muscle layer of his back, so it is not fatal.

Leo turned over its body and found that there were three short spears stuck in its chest. The wooden handles broke after it fell down, and the remaining parts were deeply embedded in its body.

Because of his conspicuous size, the boarman chieftain was given priority care by the boar archers and the militia. Before he could even rush to the front of the militia, he fell to the ground in frustration.

While looking through the corpse of the Wild Boar Chief, Leo chatted: "How come these Wild Boars don't know how to carry a shield?"

Bjorn was speechless and said, "Who hunts with a shield?"

"When hunting, you have to carry a shield!" Leo patted the round shield on his back proudly.

Militiaman Vicchi came over and asked Leo worriedly, "What should we do with these hogs?"

More than a dozen one-horned boars were still struggling in the pit. The walls of the pit collapsed one after another, almost burying them.

Several militiamen were guarding the big pit. When they saw a one-horned boar about to jump up, they would hit it with a stick and knock it over.

"Find your own way. If you can catch it alive, then catch it alive. If you can't catch it alive, then kill it and eat its meat."

"Oh." Vickey scratched his head and walked away.

There were only a dozen or so wild boarmen who successfully engaged in close combat with the militia, but each of them was an elite warrior among the wild boarmen.

Even though the militia is large in number and has smooth coordination, it is still very difficult to kill these powerful wild boar people.

Two militiamen were seriously injured by the wild boar men and were still lying on the ground, their life or death unknown. More than a dozen militiamen were slightly injured to varying degrees and were sitting there receiving bandages.

The remaining militiamen began to search for spoils with the wild people.

The collected spoils were piled together.

Leo and Bjorn completed the distribution in a few words. All the crossbows and crossbow arrows belonged to the Lord of the River Bend, and the armor belonged to the wild people.

The wild folk had no shortage of meat, and they didn't want any of the unicorn pigs.

As for the ogres, they were given heavy weapons that neither Leo nor the wild folk wanted.

As for what they wanted these Stone Age stone hammers and axes weighing ten or twenty pounds for, Leo didn't dare to ask.

Anyway, among the three parties, the Kobold was the happiest throughout the whole process.

He wags his tail even when he walks.

Feeling guilty, Leo generously gave the several one-horned boars running around in the valley to the kobolds.

If they are caught, they are theirs!

Bjorn also led the wild people to cut off the heads of the wild boars and prepared to bring them back to the tribe as trophies.

He cut off the head of the boarman chieftain and gave it to Leo.

"You deserve it."

In front of all the militiamen and savages, Leo took the head without any disgust.

This is recognition from the wild people.

During the break, Leo looked up and saw the groundhog squatting alone on a hillside far away from the battlefield.

She stared blankly at the battlefield littered with corpses, and watched the militiamen and wild folk searching for trophies among the corpses of the wild boar men. She did not feel the joy she had imagined at all.

When she saw Leo coming, she didn't excitedly seek credit as usual, but just lowered her ears, turned around and faced him with her butt.

"I miss my teacher!"

Leo couldn't help but feel guilty. The giant beast in front of him looked powerful, but in fact, it was just a soul younger than a mouse.

Moreover, she is an elven druid. Her thinking and values ​​are completely different from those of humans.

The elves in this world were a peaceful, life-loving race, and they hated war even more than he had imagined.

Thousands of years ago, elves were scattered in every corner of the continent, but with the growth of other races and the increase in wars, the elves are now almost extinct on the continent, and they all hide in the birthplace of the elves - the plateau in the middle of the magnificent barrier.

Their first choice to fight a threat is to run away.

Humans were immersed in violent wars, enjoying the joy of victory, but the elves saw only corpses on the ground, flowing blood, the spread of death, and the withering of life.

I heard Freya say before that in her hometown, the most common way to resolve conflicts among the same tribe is to have a sleeping competition to see who sleeps better and longer.

The party that wakes up first has to make concessions.

Many elves practice transfiguration in order to transform themselves into some kind of sleepy animals in order to maintain their dominant position in the tribe.

Like Freya's teacher, he could sleep for three to five months easily and no one had any conflicts with him.

Leo gently stroked Freya's back hair, coaxed and comforted her, and promised her all the camp's food for the third time, which made the groundhog cheer up a little.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Leo led a large army and approached the wild boar's lair.

They were greeted by a hail of arrows.

Although the main force was wiped out, there were still hundreds of wild boar men in the wild boar men's nest. These wild boar men were holding crossbows and using the nest's defensive fortifications to resist to the death.

"Fisa, do you know the language of the wild boar people?" Leo tried desperately, "Help me persuade them to surrender. If that doesn't work, ask them to pay tribute, and I'll give you half of the goods we earn."

Fisa shook her head and said, "I can't."

"What should we do then?" Leo and Bjorn looked at each other.

"withdraw!"