Warlord: King of All Clans

Passing through the north side of the abandoned blockhouse where the ogre lives and climbing over a few hills, you will see what Fraser called the Great Swamp.

The Great Swamp is not very big, just a small basin hidden deep in the mountains. It is only the size of two football fields, like a large pond that is about to dry up, revealing the thick silt underneath and several pools of shallow water.

Bubbles were rising from the mud, which was covered with a thick layer of white frost, and the remains of some large animals were vaguely visible.

But given the current temperature, it was obviously not frost. Leo was about to bend over to check when Fraser warned him from behind: "There's a crocodile!"

Leo looked carefully for a long time before he saw a few dead trees sinking to the bottom of the shallow water in front of him.

Fisa handed the powder barrel to Leo, "Boom!"

"???"

Leo held the barrel of explosives and stared at Fraser.

Fisa returned his innocent look.

A group of kobolds also stared at him eagerly, wanting to witness the greatness of this human warrior.

But this did not pose a problem for Leo. He took out a dagger and cut a large piece of bark from a nearby dead tree to make a small boat.

Place the gunpowder barrel on the boat and slowly push it into the water.

Leo retreated to a safe distance, took a kobold's crossbow, tied oilcloth to the crossbow arrow and lit it, watched the bark boat slowly drift out seven or eight meters away, and then pulled the trigger.

There was a violent explosion, smoke filled the air, and water splashed. When the sea calmed down, two huge crocodiles floated to the surface with their bellies turned up.

Not far away, there were seven or eight water shadows constantly leaping away.

Without waiting for Leo to feel proud, Feisa shouted and took the lead, "Now! Go!"

"Don't..." Before Leo could stop them, a large group of dogs surrounded Fraser and rushed into the mud.

Leo had no choice but to follow carefully behind, following the kobold's footsteps.

The quagmire was shallower than expected, only reaching Leo's knees. But for the ogres, it was up to their hips. Some ogres who were carrying heavier loads would sink to their waists if they took a wrong step.

It was extremely difficult for the dog-headed people to move in such a quagmire. After rushing forward less than fifty meters, many of them found it difficult to keep their balance and sank into the mud, with only a dog head sticking out, whimpering innocently.

Leo walked at the back and pulled out the poor kobolds one by one like pulling carrots.

After rescuing every kobold three times, the team finally waded through the quagmire.

Standing on the dry ground opposite the swamp, Leo was still furious and asked Fisa, "How could you rush over here so rashly? How are you going to get back later?"

The last barrel of explosives in their hands was used up, and the calmed giant crocodiles would swim back and block the way.

While shaking off the mud, Feisha comforted him, "Don't be afraid, we can go back this way!"

She pointed and Leo discovered that there was a path next to the swamp, leading directly to where they came from.

Although this natural trail is very hidden, it is not difficult to find.

If Leo had been given three seconds to observe and think, he would have found him and would not have chosen to force his way into the quagmire.

"Then why didn't you come over here just now?!"

Feisha tilted her head and thought for a moment: "That's right!"

Leo cried and swore never to go out with Fraser again!

I felt like a primary school teacher taking his class on an outing, and they were the most mischievous class in the school.

The group of mud-covered dog-headed men around him were completely unaware that Fraser's blind command almost led to their annihilation, and they were still immersed in the heroic atmosphere of bravely entering the crocodile pond.

If it were the original owner, Leo, he would plant these dogs back into the swamp!

But the scenery on this side of the swamp made him unable to care about arguing with Fraser.

On this side of the swamp, the white frost on the ground was thicker, and an almost dried-up stream appeared in front of Leo.

The entire stream was almost covered with white or transparent crystal dust, extending all the way to the white cliff at the end above.

This is a cliff made up of various crystals.

Leo looked carefully and found that this was an open-air saltpeter mine, accompanied by large amounts of rock salt and gypsum.

The dog-headed people got busy. Some of them took out their pickaxes and started digging on the saltpeter cliff, while others sniffed the ground and corners, collecting pure rock salt particles.

Those impure rock salts were thrown away casually. In the simple understanding of the dog-headed people, colored rock salt means poison.

Leo was also very delighted. Whether it was the high-purity saltpeter ore or the associated rock salt and gypsum, they were all good things.

Saltpeter is not only used to make black powder, but also to make ice.

Not to mention rock salt, pure rock salt is a natural high-quality table salt.

Although the price of salt in Isenbol was not as high as Leo had imagined, the worst coarse salt was equivalent to wheat.

Not only for eating, but also for pickling fish and meat in Hewan Territory, a large amount of salt is needed, which is also a considerable expense.

As for plaster, Leo instantly thought of the smooth tofu and the orthopedic artifact plaster bandage.

While supervising the kobolds' mining, Feisa explained to Leo, "This is the territory of the Salt Tribe. In the past, we could only come here secretly."

"Salt Tribe?"

"I defeated another group of kobolds!" Feisa waved her whip, full of energy and enthusiasm. "The Salt Tribe, take the salt here and exchange it for our iron. It's very expensive! Defeat them and everything will be mine!"

Leo couldn't imagine how she had managed to lead the dogs across such a long distance and win a battle.

After all, now it seems that she has obviously put all her talents into internal affairs.

Once you get out of the Gnoll Valley, you'll feel like you're going to kill yourself.

Seeing Leo looking at her with a questioning look, Fisa thought he had other intentions, so she opened her arms to block the cliff and loudly declared her territorial sovereignty: "This is all mine!"

"Okay, okay, okay! They're all yours." Leo threw the three kinds of minerals he picked up to Fisa and said, "Just dig these three kinds back. Hewan will buy them in unlimited quantities."

"I can sell you the ore, but I don't want the wheat!"

Leo became curious, "So what do you want?"

No food? Weapons? Armor? Technology?

Smart Fisa, the king of the ogres, controls salt and iron, and is a true son of the plane. Is he finally going to embark on the path of becoming a hero?

"I want wheat cakes! One basket of ore and five wheat cakes! No! I want ten!"

Fraser grabbed the ore and fiercely offered a price that she thought was very high, then stared at Leo nervously, waiting for his counter-offer.

Fraser had not yet secretly learned the stone mill technology and wheat cake technology from Hewan.

They still don’t even remove the husks from the big pots they cook, let alone grind them into flour.

If humans were to eat from such a big pot, an adult would be bloated to death. It's only because the gnolls have strong digestive abilities.

So in the Gnoll Valley, wheat cakes are food for the upper class.

Leo sighed and waved his hand, "Let's discuss it when we get back."

After the ogres had collected saltpeter and rock salt, the team returned along the path at the edge of the swamp. Fraser was still trying to persuade Leo to agree to the deal.

"The Great Swamp is very dangerous. It's not easy for the Kobolds!"

"One basket of ore for ten wheat cakes, what a bargain!"