Warlord: King of All Clans

Sitting in front of the campfire, Leo tasted the soup cooked by Old Pete and praised it highly.

As expected of an old chef who has traveled all over the country with the adventure group, his cooking skills have reached perfection, simply at the master level.

Just using simple dry food and adding some homemade seasonings, the soup is fragrant and appetizing.

The villagers of Hewan simply fill their stomachs, and all the village women can do is cook the food in a pot.

The one with the best cooking skills is Leo, the lazy and gluttonous little savage.

Even with all the industrial seasonings in my previous life, I couldn’t create such a delicious flavor!

Old Pete's wrinkles bloomed after being praised by Leo, and he served him more.

In comparison, the old friend in the adventure group seems a bit annoying. He cooks for us every day, but he refuses to even give us a compliment!

Denise was much smarter. As soon as she saw that something was not right, she immediately launched a verbal offensive, praising Peter profusely and pulling old Peter back to her camp.

She was a student at the Imperial University and came from a scholarly family, so her eloquence was much better than Leo's.

The other adventurers looked at the two men surrounding Old Pete and complimenting him with envy, but they were either tongue-tied or too old to bring themselves to do it.

Leo and Denise, two young people under 20 years old, do not have this psychological burden.

After the meal, Leo's face became serious and he warned: "From here on, going north, I am not too familiar with it. The journey ahead will definitely be more difficult and dangerous, so please stay alert."

Not far away, they arrived at the gravel hills where the boarman tribe lived. To the north of it was a mountain range, and the adventure group's destination was in the mountains.

Even the wild folks seldom went there, and Leo had only recorded the terrain from a distance from a nearby vantage point, without actually exploring it.

Denise's mentor's notes recorded several landmarks that were similar to those drawn on Leo's map. This was why the adventure team asked him to be a guide.

During a casual chat on the road during the day, Denise revealed that their original plan was to enter the Wolf-Driving Plain from the northern town of Varanger and explore south along the magnificent barrier.

Varanger is a famous gathering point for adventurers. In front of it there is a river that goes deep into the heart of the Wolf-Driving Plain, and inside it there is a forward base built by adventurers.

Entering Qulangyuan from there is not only more convenient but also safer.

However, Varanger has now become the front line in the fight against the orcs. Extraordinary people like them will only be forcibly recruited into the army if they go to Varanger and be caught in a confrontation with the orcs.

So they changed their route and entered the Wolf-Driving Plain from Isenbol in the south, and stopped at the river bend, where they met Leo.

"This is inevitable. You've done a great job." Higgins consoled him. He took out the map Leo had drawn and made a mark on it. "It took only one day to get here. This is far beyond our expectations."

The other adventurers nodded subconsciously.

Traveling in the wilderness is full of uncertainty. You may walk ten or twenty kilometers in a day.

A straight-line distance of one kilometer on a map may actually be five kilometers or ten kilometers.

This is only the itinerary part. More importantly, it is the information about the forces in the wilderness. Where there are alien races, where there are wild people, and where there are magical beasts, all of them are related to the life and death of adventurers.

The next morning's journey was as easy as before, but in the afternoon the road became dangerous and rugged.

The adventure team had to stop frequently, looking at the map, asking Leo for specific geographical information, and discussing how to proceed next.

Ranger Lynch and Assassin Fisher began to frequently leave the team to explore the way ahead.

By evening, they had only traveled half the planned distance and camped on a river beach.

After staring at the towering stone pillars in the distance for a long time, Denise lowered her head and said to Leo while packing up her tent, "Legend has it that outside the city of the courtyard, there are twenty-four towering elven sentry towers, equipped with powerful elven magic cannons, which can attack an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers. This area has become a refuge for all races."

Her tone was full of excitement. "If the stone pillars in front are the remains of the former elven sentry tower, then perhaps the place beneath our feet was once where all races lived."

Leo looked at the stone pillar and said speechlessly, "This is obviously a naturally formed weathered stone pillar. The traces of water erosion are visible to the naked eye. It has nothing to do with the Elf Watchtower."

The stone pillars in the distance look just like the stone pillars in Zhangjiajie in the previous life, but there are fewer of them, and they are scattered among the mountains.

These conspicuous landmarks were marked on the map by Leo, thus attracting the attention of the adventure team.

Although Denise is a historian, she also has some knowledge of geography. Listening to the terms Leo said, she felt like she was chatting with her classmates at the Imperial Capital University.

When chatting with people outside the graduate school, they always talk about miracles, which is very annoying.

In their eyes, the magnificent barrier is a miracle, the World Tree Avenue is a miracle, the weathered stone pillars are a miracle, and the hundred-meter-high trees are also miracles.

There is neither the magic of nature nor the ingenuity of mortals; everything is a gift from God.

The boy in front of her, who was younger than her, was full of rebellious and questioning spirit, and occasionally revealed intelligence and wisdom that was completely inconsistent with his age and status. This was why she was willing to talk to Leo more.

Denise couldn't help but laugh. "Leo, you know a lot. To be honest, you should go to the Imperial University for further studies instead of staying in a small mountain village."

You noble sons of the family are really talking nonsense. Why don't you just eat meat?

Leo complained in his heart, but did not refute. He just laughed and said, "Forget about further study. You can ask me to be your teacher."

The two were chatting when they suddenly heard a sharp whistle.

That was the sound of Lynch, who was on sentry duty not far away. He had climbed to the top of a giant tree and had apparently observed something worrying.

Just as everyone raised their weapons, they saw the treetops of the pine forest in front of them shaking, and waves of increasingly violent growls came from the jungle.

With a burst of jumping sounds, in the pine forest on the other side of the river bank, it seemed as if a pair of giant hands pushed the big trees to the sides, and countless broken branches and pine needles were suddenly blown up, and a huge black shadow appeared in front of everyone.

The Warg, the magical beast that was originally named after the Wolf-Driving Wolf.

Its fur has a black luster like silk, and its body is huge but not bulky. It is just the maximum wolf shape. Overall, it is taller and stronger than the Northern warhorse.

Both its strength and agility are several times that of an ordinary wild wolf.

Without any movement, the bloody aura of a demonized beast filled the entire venue.