Warlord: King of All Clans

In May in the southern part of the North, the temperature has warmed up, and the deciduous forests on the south bank of the Anzeno River are covered with green shade again.

The oak forest, which had seemed eerily dead, came back to life, with countless small animals such as squirrels and rabbits popping out from every corner.

In front of the village gate on the south side of Hewan Peninsula, the little mouse was wearing a thin coarse cloth shirt and a thin animal skin cloak, and he followed the Hewan militia to tie his arms and calves with long strips of linen.

In her hand she held the wooden sword Leo had made for her, and around her waist she had a sling.

Behind her was a small adventure group consisting of children from the River Bay, wild folk children, and little dog-headed people.

They were dressed similarly, some holding small wooden shields and swords, some holding short bows and wooden arrows, and the worst equipped were holding a small wooden spear.

This time, they will step out of the River Bay Peninsula and head to the Warcraft's lair in the dark forest to defeat the terrible Warcraft and save the villagers!

The adventure group of seven or eight people walked along the road leading to the western watchtower for a few minutes under the watchtower of the militia standing guard at the river bend, and then turned into a woods.

There is a huge oak tree here. Its well-developed root system occupies at least one acre of land. There are several dark holes under the intricate roots.

A dull growl came from the tree hole, and a giant bear, no, a huge groundhog came out of the tree hole and pounced on the adventure group while roaring.

She stood there, waving her arms and legs and screaming loudly. It was more of a cute act than a threat.

"Charge!" Facing the terrifying monster, the little mouse was not afraid at all. Instead, he raised the wooden sword in his hand and charged forward.

The friends also rushed over, hitting the groundhog with wooden swords and spears.

Several wooden arrows whizzed over their heads, hit the groundhog's fat buttocks, and then fell to the ground.

As the little mouse swung the slingshot and hit the groundhog on the forehead with a pine cone, the terrible beast's health bar finally reached the bottom.

She knocked a human child over with her butt and knocked a little dog-headed man away with her head. She rushed out of the encirclement, staggered a few steps, and then fell to the ground with her eyes rolled back and her tongue hanging out.

"Yeah! Victory!" The adventurers cheered while raising their weapons, "Riverbend is invincible!"

After lying on the ground pretending to be dead for a few seconds, Freya jumped up, happier than a Husky on a whirlwind, and shouted, "It's my turn! I want to be a warrior, too!"

"Who will be the scary monster then?"

Several people's eyes fell on the little dog-headed man Xix at the same time.

Six was unable to refute, so he could only throw away his weapon dejectedly and crawl into the tree hole.

A group of people passed slowly on the road not far from the big oak tree.

Listening to the laughter of the children in the woods, the leader of the team nodded continuously.

"Yes, the security here is much better than I thought."

His followers quickly agreed: "Of course, Rigolav is good at maintaining law and order. On the south bank of Isenpol, almost no village has been disturbed."

But his flattery hit the horse's leg. The leader of the team did not like the other flag knight Rigolav and just snorted when he heard the words.

The team consisted of two carriages and more than a dozen riders.

There was no one sitting in the carriage, but it was filled with food and daily necessities. Most of the riders were armed followers wearing legion chain mail, and half of them were carrying iron-clad crossbows.

The leader of the team was a slightly plump middle-aged man, less than 1.6 meters tall, and looked a little short riding on a tall Northern warhorse.

He was dressed in gorgeous aristocratic attire, with only a thin coat of chain mail underneath for protection.

When the team reached the south gate of Hewan, the Hewan infantrymen on guard hurried forward to stop them.

The leader's followers immediately shouted, "How dare you! This is the honorable Sir Nelson! He is the honorable Lord Isenbor, the son of Frelov, and the cousin of Tariq Frelov."

The Hewan infantry looked at each other in bewilderment, not understanding the other party's long string of titles at all, but the smart ones turned around and went back to the village to report to Ulian and Leo.

Being blocked outside the suspension bridge, the leader of the team, the honorable Sir Nils, felt secretly dissatisfied.

But when he saw the vendors coming in and out in an orderly manner, the energetic militiamen standing guard, and the small fishing boats traveling in the river nearby, he became happy again.

"Yes! Yes! It's a good place."

After a while, Ulian and Leo arrived.

Leo still didn't know anything, but under the guidance of Rigolav, Ulian had made up a lot of knowledge about the nobility of Isenbol during this period.

This so-called Sir Nelson is the third son of the second sister of the current Count Frelov, and the cousin of Lord Tariq Frelov of Isenbor.

There are only grand dukes and earls in the North, and no messy viscounts and barons. However, the heirs of the earl's family are often respectfully addressed as knights.

Nelson was also in the line of succession to the Earldom of Freilov, but he was ranked after the twentieth.

But no matter what, Sir Nelson is still a true descendant of the nobility.

"Respected Sir Nelson, welcome to River Bend!" Uliyan rubbed his hands, acting as honest as a village chief facing a noble lord.

Nelson just nodded and looked around, like a lion patrolling his territory.

His attendant was responsible for delivering the message, "Respected Sir Nelson, commissioned by the Grand Lord of Isenbor, Lord Tariq Frelov, to inspect the territory around Isenbor, understand the people's sentiments, and reward the knight lords who have performed well."

Leo quietly curled his lips behind him and almost laughed out loud.

The other party's words sound like those of an imperial envoy, but in fact he has no power at all.

The Knights' Territory has a high degree of autonomy, and even Count Fruilov himself has no right to interfere in the internal affairs of the Knights' Territory.

Unless free people and foreign caravans suffered injustice and appealed to the court of Isenbol.

But the town courts in the North, like the manor courts within the Knight Territory, are also meant to maintain the power of the noble lords, so it is easy to imagine which side they favor.

If each earldom in the north is an independent small kingdom, then the knight territories that were divided out are mini versions of a country within a country.

The Knight Lord has absolute ruling power and can issue any decree of his own in the territory. Even if it conflicts with the imperial law, not many people will care.

People like Nelson are obviously here to take advantage of us.

Uliyan was also mentally prepared. He warmly welcomed Nelson's team into the River Bend Camp and invited them to rest in the big house.

Nelson was riding on his horse and looked down upon this traditional northern-style lord's house.

He was unwilling to dismount and said directly: "No need, just take me around and take a look."

Ulian had no choice but to be patient and act as a tour guide himself, taking him around the Hewan Peninsula and introducing the current situation of the Hewan.