Warlord: King of All Clans

These giant bears with gray fur are in the shape of humans. They are as tall as ogres, but more sturdy. Their sturdy arms are thicker than the waists of adult men, and their taut muscles reveal unparalleled strength.

The Bearmen clan, the Elf allies, the Trashiel Highland race, a naturally extraordinary species.

They have hands similar to those of humans, but their fingers have become thick claws half a foot long.

They had manes like those of a male lion, but they were all tied into thin braids and tied behind their backs with polished bone beads.

Although there were only five of them, they lined up in a row, blocking dozens of orcs in front of them.

Denise whispered, "It's the bear man!"

“According to the ancient elven scrolls deciphered by my mentor, bearmen are the elves’ most steadfast allies and one of the native races of the Trashiel Plateau.

Not only are bearmen individually powerful, they also have natural magical powers and can manipulate elements to cast spells, but they are even better at infusing their claws with elemental power for melee combat.

A powerful bear warrior who controls the power of the earth and has endless strength. His claws are infused with thunder, ice, and fire, which can easily penetrate rocks and disintegrate steel.

Some scholars even believe that they are the origin of the beastman shamans.

When Lord Chisel led his people down the mountain, a part of the bear clan also followed.

The guardians of the courtyard are the Thunder Clan among the bear people."

At this point, Denise became excited, "There are bear people here, maybe this place is really near the courtyard!"

While Denise was telling stories on the mountain, the orcs in the canyon below were also busy.

The orc leader, riding a giant wolf and carrying a huge black sword - to be more precise, a long knife, slowly approached the bear man and talked to him in an ancient and strange language.

"Great Thunder Clan Guards, we are from the Blade Clan, which is as ancient as yours. We were once your allies. Please allow me to offer you my most sincere greetings."

Among the five bear guards, the strongest snow-white bear shouted coldly: "Orc, tell me your intentions!"

"Seven hundred years ago, our tribe was betrayed by humans and expelled to the northern snowfields. Now, we just want to return to our homeland!"

"You should have expected this day when you betrayed the elves!" The bear guard sneered, "Besides, this is not your hometown."

The orc leader raised his long knife and pointed at the Storm Altar where the adventure group was, scaring everyone so much that they all shrank their heads.

He shouted, "On the mountain, there is our altar! Below the mountain, there is our burial place! This is our hometown!"

The bear guard crossed his sturdy arms over his chest, looked down at the orcs coldly, and said nothing more.

A thousand years ago, when the beastmen were at their peak, they swept through all other races, enslaved and massacred nearly half of the races, and took over the entire Wolf-Driving Plain.

The elves and bearmen retreated to the courtyard, and finally had to seal it and leave.

The war lasted for three hundred years and finally ended with the victory of the human race.

The Storm Altar, built nine hundred years ago, was built on the corpses of all races a thousand years ago.

After the orcs retreated, the Wolf-Driving Plain was transformed into a vast forest under the magical interference of the elven druids and orc shamans, and the foothills of the magnificent barrier also returned to peace.

The bear clan that remained in the atrium had lived in this foothills for hundreds of years before this, and for hundreds of years after this.

Now looking back, they say this is their hometown?

If the orc army approached, the bear people might retreat, but the few dozen of them in front of them were not enough to scare them.

Seeing that the bear man was indifferent, the orcs became excited, holding up their long swords and shouting, "Go home! Let's go home!"

Denise was watching anxiously from above, "What should we do? They are going to fight!"

Facing the evil orc wolf riders, she was clearly on the side of the bear men.

Although the Bear Guards are powerful, these Orc Wolf Riders are more numerous and have a greater chance of winning.

"What can we do? We can just watch the show. These orc wolf riders are very powerful. Even if it's one on one, it will be difficult for us to defeat them, not to mention there are dozens of them."

Barrett was speechless. He sat down cross-legged, took out a handful of snacks, and prepared to watch the show.

As he spoke, he raised his arms, posing a powerful gesture, and said proudly: "A strong man like me can barely beat two of them, but for you, even one of you would struggle!"

Leo also nodded in agreement. He couldn't even break through the defense of a single wolf, let alone the notorious wolf riders?

Wolf rider is a common name for humans. The accurate translation should be wolf rider. They are the elite in the orc army and their strength can rival the extraordinary knights of the human race.

Wolf Rider, commonly known as Wolf Rider, is an extraordinary knight of the Orcs.

The Odalov family's Knights of the Wind was a knightly order established to resist the Wolf Cavalry Corps.

The Orcs are accustomed to assigning military ranks according to individual strength. From low to high, they are Orc Laborer, Orc Warrior, Orc Champion, Orc Sergeant, Orc War General and Orc Overlord.

Orc sergeants belong to the level of awakened magic, that is, the extraordinary people of the orcs. In the orc infantry corps, sergeants are already at the officer level.

But in the Wolf Cavalry Corps, sergeants are just the lowest-ranking wolf riders.

After all, orcs of lower levels can't even defeat a warg, so how can they become a warg rider?

The wolf riders wield heavy swords weighing dozens of pounds. With the help of the impact force of the wolf, they can cut a tree as thick as an embrace in half with one blow. Even elite infantrymen in heavy plate armor can hardly block their swords.

Leo was not willing to test the opponent's blade with his own body.

Just then, a voice suddenly sounded in Leo's mind.

The voice was ethereal and mechanical, as if it came from the high sky, without any emotion.

Every word he said made Leo feel like he was struck by lightning.

"Ding! You have activated the Civilization Lord System. The system is loading..."

"The Chosen One, you have activated the Civilization Lord System. Lead your people towards civilization!"

“Novice mission: Help the Thunder Clan and repel the invading orcs.”

"Mission Reward: Gain access to the atrium."

Leo stood there in a daze, listening to the voice in his head, feeling very unreal.

So, I activated the system?

The system may be late, but it will never be absent?

Without time to think, Leo could only say: "The orcs are our enemies. We must find a way to repel them."

Seeing everyone looking over, Leo explained, "Such a large group of orcs may discover us at any time. If we don't fight back, won't they attack us? Instead of doing that, we might as well take the opportunity to kill a few of them and weaken their strength. It would be best if they would give up and leave this place!"

Harkins thought for a moment and nodded, "Leo is right. With a group of orcs entrenched here, our exploration becomes much more difficult, and we may even have to evacuate."

"Besides, if we join the battle now, we may be able to gain the friendship of the bear people and obtain some information about the courtyard."

"So what should we do?"

(Hurry, hurry, I am King Jiji! Warning: This is a non-systematic article!)