Warlord: King of All Clans

What else do you want if you don’t retreat? Wait for the wild boar people to treat you to dinner?

The boarman tribe, having lost its main force, was indeed no match for the three-party coalition.

But if Leo wants to wipe out this tribe, he will have to pay a heavy price.

If the militiamen really want to rush into the wild boar men's lair and fight with them in the alleys, do they have the strength to do so?

Would the barbarians be willing to lose their advantage in long-range attacks?

Kobold...

Well, among the three parties, only the ogre was eager to fight. He was carrying a 30-pound stone hammer and was not afraid of anyone. He looked like he would be hit by the hammer even if the king of heaven came.

If it weren't for Fraser's suppression, they would have been eager to take the lead in the charge.

Due to the difference in size and strength, the sturdy and warlike wild folk might be able to fight one-on-one with the boar hunter, but the militiamen have to work in pairs to defeat one.

Leo and Bjorn were both very reasonable about this.

Elder Zulwan is right!

To keep the enemy as a protection is to protect oneself, and I am not deceiving you.

The boarmen's lair, which suffered heavy losses, is no longer a big threat. After their strength has declined, it is now their turn to be worried.

So, from the wild boar people's perspective, the mopping-up army that rushed out with great momentum was forced back by their rain of arrows, and immediately turned around and fled in a noisy manner.

Carrying the spoils, they returned to their homes.

The savages couldn't bear to watch any longer and helped the kobolds hunt down two one-horned boars.

The dog-headed men cut the carcass of the unicorn into large pieces of meat. Several dog-headed men lifted and carried them at a time, like a group of little demons who had captured Tang Monk and were returning to the mountains.

This time, the "expedition" of the dog-headed people can be recorded in their history books - if they have history books.

Together with the humans, we killed the wild boar people indiscriminately.

Of the unicorn boars in the big pit, only six were captured alive; the rest, dead or injured, were dismembered on the spot and carried back by the militia.

When we returned to the camp, it was already noon the next day.

The village women rushed forward and took the pieces of meat from the unicorn pig.

Some parts are cut into strips and dried, some parts are made into sausages, and the skeletons with meat are chopped into large pieces and thrown into a large pot to make a thick soup.

The entire camp was littered with strips of meat.

That's thousands of pounds of meat!

A group of kobold cubs squatted at the foot of the meat drying rack, drooling and jumping wildly, trying to bite off a piece of meat.

Some of them jumped high, bit the end of the meat strip, and then were hung on it, swinging on the swing until they were knocked down by the village women with rolling pins.

The six living unicorn boars were locked up in the lord's house.

Ordinary huts and wooden fences could not keep them out. Only the stone wall foundation of the lord's house, which was nearly two feet thick and six feet high, could withstand their impact.

At this time, the lord's house was almost completed, with only the ventilation hole at the highest point still being worked on. The construction team of the territory had been disbanded, leaving only Valeri and five or six helpers hammering on the roof.

The entire lord's house is similar in style to a Viking longhouse, and also has the prototype of a stone castle.

It covers an area of ​​nearly 300 square meters, enough to accommodate the elderly, the weak, women and children in the entire village during wartime.

The main door of the house was installed on a six-foot-high wall foundation on the front and could only be entered from a wooden staircase built outside.

When attacked, the villagers took refuge in the big house, closed the half-foot-thick oak door, and dismantled the wooden stairs outside. Even siege vehicles were helpless and they could only rely on the invaders' axes and hammers to slowly chop and smash.

The lords' houses in other small villages in the North are not so luxurious. Many of them are made of mud and wood, and are just large thatched huts.

But Ulyayan came from the military and looked down on those buildings that were hundreds of years old.

Not only the lord's house, but the layout of the entire camp has a strong military camp style, focusing on both offense and defense, safety and practicality, with comfort being secondary.

Looking at the one-horned boars running around in the lord's house, Wu Liyang said depressedly: "I haven't even moved in yet, but these beasts have moved in now."

The lord's house is said to have two floors, but it actually has three floors.

In the middle of the lord's house is a fire pit, around which are built layers of wooden stairs made of wooden boards, extending all the way to the beams of the hall, and finally parallel to the six-foot-high stone wall foundation, connecting to the gate and other rooms.

The six-foot difference between the wooden floor and the ground is the dark layer of the house.

This dark layer was originally used by the people in the North to raise pigs, sheep and other livestock.

So it is normal to put the unicorn pig in it.

However, at present, the territory does not have enough manpower to manufacture so many wooden boards, so the entire hall is still empty, with only some beams placed on the stone wall foundation.

There are several houses at the four corners of the hall, which will be the residences of the future lords.

"Where do I live? Where do I live?" Leo was also very excited because he finally didn't have to live in a tent.

"You?" Uliyan stared at Leo, thinking about his daughter's intimate attitude towards him, he suddenly felt uncomfortable and his expression became a little unfriendly.

Leo didn't tolerate it at all: "What are you looking at?"

"What are you looking at?"

Just as the two men were about to fight over a disagreement, militiaman Vicchi walked in.

"Uncle, Knight Roman is here."

Knight Roman, dressed in light armor, stood in the center of the camp with two followers, looking at the strips of meat drying in the camp and the busy scene of the village women.

The camp kitchen was expanded during this time, and a substantial log cabin appeared at the back of the wagon, filled with sacks of wheat and other provisions.

Shelters were built over several large pots, so they were no longer placed in the open air. All of them were now cooking food. Several strong village women rolled up their sleeves and kept stirring the pots with pine sticks.

The rich aroma of meat wafted from the place. The children had already squatted aside, practicing breathing exercises.

While they were practicing the breathing method taught by Leo, they looked at the outsider Roman with curiosity.

When Wu Liyang came over, Luo Meng smiled and said, "It seems that you have made a good harvest."

Uliyan boasted proudly and repeated the story template of "the dog-headed man bowed his head and worshipped him", except that the target was changed to wild boar people.

"So, the territory is safe for the time being." Luo Meng nodded, automatically filtering out the bragging of his old boss, "I also brought good news this time."

"My father has promised the captain to provide assistance to the Riverbend Territory in the next three years."

"Good! Good! Old man, you still have some mercy!" Uliyan was overjoyed.

Although Ulian had been shamelessly asking for help from Roman's father Rigolav since the first moment he traveled thousands of miles south, he was still very surprised that the other party actually agreed.

Romon smiled helplessly. He knew his father best. Even if he really talked about feelings, as the head of a family with four knight territories, it was impossible for him to unconditionally support an outsider.

If I send one bag of grain to Uliyang, how many bags should I send to my uncles?

"Let's go! We won't be home until we're drunk tonight!" Wu Liyang and Luo Meng put their arms around each other's shoulders. "By the way, did you bring any wine?"