Warlord: King of All Clans

"Why?" Leo was puzzled. "Wouldn't it be better for your tribe to eliminate this threat together and expand the living space?"

"Child, there are endless enemies in the wilderness." Zulwan said earnestly, "After driving away this tribe of wild boars, there will be another stronger enemy targeting this land, maybe wild boars, or gnolls, or... the Empire."

"Forcing a war will only result in both sides suffering losses and the third party gaining."

"What we can do is to reduce their numbers, check their strength and maintain a balanced state."

Leo was silent. What Zurwan said made sense.

There are more than one kind of alien race in the Wolf-driving Plains, the wild boar people even have more than one tribe.

Whenever a war breaks out, there will be casualties. There are only so many wild folk, and although the wild folk hunters are strong, one less person is one less.

After defeating the wild boar, what should I do if a werewolf comes?

Even if the aliens in the wilderness are really cleared out, who will this wilderness belong to?

They must be the imperial pioneers rushing into the wilderness.

Any tribe of savages or aliens that grows strong and dominates the wilderness will eventually escape the fate of being wiped out by the imperial army.

On the contrary, small savage tribes like Zulwan are remote, hidden, and have no money to speak of. Even slave-hunting teams and mercenary groups look down on them, let alone send out a large army.

They hunted the surrounding alien races, consciously controlled the number of enemies, and even allowed some small alien races to survive, creating a buffer zone on the periphery of their territory to isolate themselves from the spying of enemies farther away.

Protect yourself with your enemies.

The wild people have lived here for hundreds of years and have developed their own way of survival.

"Elder, times have changed."

Just when Zurwan thought Leo was ready to give up, Leo spoke again.

He grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds that were served to him on the low table in front of him and scattered them on the table. "These are the Basaka people."

He grabbed another handful of almonds and scattered them next to the sunflower seeds. "This is an alien race."

Then he grabbed a handful of dried dates and scattered them on one side of the almonds.

"This is an orc."

He stretched out his palm and pushed the dried dates. Under the pressure of the dried dates, the sunflower seeds and almonds were all mixed together.

"The orcs have already moved south in large numbers. The Empire may eventually drive them back to the north bank of the glacier, but it won't be done in a day or two. Maybe a year? Maybe three to five years? Ten years?"

"Orcs don't just plunder humans. The alien races from the Wolf Plains, even demon beasts and wild beasts, will also be displaced and migrate southwards just like humans."

"As long as the Empire fails to drive out the orcs, the alien races in the entire Wolf-Drive Plain will continue to move south. The strong will survive and the weak will be eliminated. The entire wilderness forces in the Wolf-Drive Plain will be reshuffled."

"Perhaps within a year or half a year, the wild boar tribe in the north will be able to expand from 200 people to 1,000 people. Or perhaps, it will be conquered by other more powerful alien races overnight."

"Elder, are you ready to meet them?"

Zulwan looked at the dried fruits on the low table and pointed out Leo's language flaw. "These sunflower seeds should not belong to the Basaka people, but to you, right?"

If the orcs really move south and the alien races from the Wolf Plains really sweep in, the first to bear the brunt will certainly not be the wild people hiding under the waterfall, but the River Bend Territory with its fertile land and vast forests.

"Is there a difference? In front of alien races, we are all human. The River Bend is gone, and the Basaka people are isolated and helpless. Their fate will be the same."

After so much preparation, Leo finally revealed the real purpose of his visit.

"My request is not high. The Hewan Commandery has been constantly absorbing refugees and improving its military strength. It is bound to withstand the attacks of the foreign races coming from the south. Besides, we have the support of Isenbol."

"I just hope that when the warriors of the Reach meet the enemy's charge head-on, the Barsaka will shoot their arrows instead of standing by and watching."

"By then, the Barsaka people will still be the Barsaka people, and the Riverbend Territory will still be the Riverbend Territory, and they will all still be alive."

Zulwan looked at the dried fruits, looking indifferent.

Half a century of survival wisdom meant that he would not be easily moved by the words of a strange boy. Even if what the other party said made sense, it would not count until the conditions were confirmed.

There was no confirmation of the orcs' movement south, and there were no obvious signs of unusual movements in the wilderness, so no matter how sincere Leo's words were, they were still questionable.

Seeing this, Leo was not in a hurry. He had never thought that he could persuade the other party with just a few words.

Being able to establish contact, communicate rationally, and put the overall situation in front of the wild people, the purpose of his trip was accomplished.

It was already late, and in the valley basins of the northern border in early spring, night fell very quickly.

After having a campfire dinner and enjoying a barbecue full of exotic flavors in the evening, Leo settled down under the arrangement of the wild people.

That night, two barbarian girls climbed onto Leo's bed, and one of them looked very experienced.

The wild tribes that live deep in the mountains and have no communication with the outside world have no laws or morals to speak of in order to continue their bloodline.

Some wild tribes near the imperial villages would even risk capturing some women and bringing them back to their nests for reproduction. However, remote tribes like the one under the waterfall could only exchange marriages or practice walking marriages among several nearby wild tribes, or simply marry close relatives.

The wild people naturally cannot miss out on the high-quality seeds from Rio that are delivered to their doorstep.

To be on the safe side, they even paired them up with a young girl who had childbirth experience.

Leo could only politely refuse.

Although he really wanted to, he was not shameless enough to do such a thing under the curious gazes of Fesa and Freya.

That's right, the three of them slept by the fireplace in the hall of the lord's house, with a thick layer of fur on the ground.

This is already the best condition in the tribe, and it is a treatment only available to distinguished guests.

After staying in the savage tribe for one night, Leo left the next morning.

Before leaving, Elder Zulwan took out a yew longbow and a bag of heavy arrows and gave them to Leo as a return gift.

The ogre Fisa, who had been just a bystander, also got a bear skin blanket.

What Freya got was countless invitations to stay and food from the wild people.

But although Freya was very moved, she still chose to refuse.

She missed Olivia's wheat cakes!

When they reached the low peak, Freya stood on the edge of a cliff, looking at the vast Wolf-Driving Plain below. The Anzeno River meandered forward like a silver ribbon. She looked back at the magnificent barrier that was submerged in the clouds and said to Leo and Fisa, "Stand further away."

"Stand further away!"

When Leo and Fisa stood ten meters away, they saw Freya take a deep breath and then let out a scream.

"ah!"

The sharp dolphin sound was like a devil's sound filling their heads. Leo and Feisa, who were standing ten meters behind Freya, couldn't help but cover their ears.

After calling out twice, Freya said happily: "Teacher's ears are very sharp. He can hear my voice from a hundred miles away!"