Warlord: King of All Clans

The gravel hills are filled with ruins of ancient city-states, not only orc towns from seven hundred years ago, but also alien city-states from a thousand years ago.

They turned into ruins over the millennia, but most of the foundations are still there, and the broken walls of some city-states have not collapsed yet, barely enough to provide shelter for the foreign tribes.

There were originally some small alien tribes living here, including two hundred wild boar people, three hundred jackals, and the largest tribe had no more than a thousand people.

Because they were fighting each other and unable to unite, they posed no threat to the River Bay Territory.

Some small foreign tribes near Linhai Town would be expelled or wiped out by the lord's army of Hewan within half a month of their appearance.

But starting last year, several large troll clans moved south, absorbing small tribes along the way, and eventually grew larger and larger, until they merged together, with a total number of more than six thousand.

Today, it is stationed in the ruins of the largest city-state in the northern Gravel Hills.

Although this orc-style town ruins has long been covered by vines and trees, the surrounding city walls have stood for a thousand years.

With a little renovation, it can become a legion camp.

More than six thousand trolls hid inside to spend the winter, while the leaders gathered together to plan and find ways to obtain food for their people.

As the population grows, food reserves that were expected to last until the beginning of spring are no longer sufficient.

The most powerful leader of the troll clan, the green-faced and fanged troll warrior Taz, stood on the broken city wall, looking at the Gravel Fort that could not be seen in the south, with a hideous smile on his face.

He was over two meters and five centimeters tall, and his arms were as thick as a strong human man's thighs, but they did not look thick and strong on him, but rather very slender.

The skin had gradually turned into dark green, and after this snow season, it began to turn white, so the white in the green looked very strange.

A pair of huge fangs protruded from his mouth, extending outward for more than ten centimeters.

Trolls, as set in World of Warcraft.

Before winter, he went against the majority opinion and did not slaughter the surrounding alien races to make dry food. Instead, he recruited all the original wild boars, gnolls, and kobolds, and eventually formed an army of ten thousand people.

Taking advantage of the heavy snow that blocked the mountains, the troll hunting party, who were accustomed to the wind and snow in the northern snowfields, took the opportunity to plunder the pasture outside the Stonecrest Castle and took away nearly a thousand cattle and sheep.

Then he sent a tribe of a thousand people to move south along the gravel hills to conduct a test.

Sure enough, the human race reacted quickly, and within a short period of time, they assembled a large army and gathered in Linhai Town.

But all this is not his real goal.

"Foolish human, you will never be able to guess my plan!"

Beside him is the chieftain of another troll clan - Shadow Hunter Asa.

She accompanied Taz and looked towards the south, a trace of worry on her face. "I migrated thousands of miles from the northern snowfields and finally led my people here. Now we have to attack the powerful human race. Is this really okay?"

Taz showed impatience, "The powerful human race? That's just on the surface! They just have more people, the trolls are the most powerful race!"

"We now have 10,000 people in the jungle, enough to defeat twice as many humans!"

Asa advised softly: "On the road to becoming strong, killing is not the only means. When you are weak, you should be more tolerant."

In her opinion, the Troll Clan is very lucky to have come this far.

If the Beastman Legion had not confronted the main force of the human race head-on, a small tribe like theirs would have had no chance of breaking through the human defense line and penetrating into the southern wilderness of the Wolf-Driving Plain.

There are almost no strong enemies here, and the huge Wolf-Driving Plain is enough for them to survive, so there is no need to provoke humans.

The troll is the king of the jungle. As long as they stay in the jungle, they can survive. After lurking and reproducing for one or two generations, their strength will increase exponentially. By then, the world of wolves will be ruled by the troll.

But not all trolls think this way. Although they are wearing the skins of trolls, they are no longer patient hunters. Instead, they are orcs who love war, or even gnolls who like mindless killing.

Taz bared his fangs and stared at Asa, "What did you say?"

Shadow Hunter Asa took a step back and lowered his head, saying, "Nothing."

In the troll warlord's knowledge, the troll tribe has never had more than a thousand people, but they now have six or seven thousand people, and he himself has also been promoted to the middle level, which is simply the pinnacle of the race.

Asa's suggestion is simply a disgrace to the name of trolls.

In the lord's house in Linhai Town, everyone discussed the military situation and went to deal with military affairs.

When Leo and Little Noyce walked out of the big house, they saw a young girl standing next to the guard outside the house.

When he saw the girl, little Noyce immediately smiled, but then he realized that Leo was right next to him, so he kept silent and signaled with his eyes that the girl should go first.

Leo greeted the girl warmly, "Hello, Bessie, are you bringing wheat cakes to my little unlucky one again?"

Little Noyce and Bessie were both stunned, wondering how Leo knew her name.

Bessie knew Leo's identity, and quickly bowed stiffly, holding the basket of wheat cakes and said, "Lord Mondo! Knight Noyes... helped me, this is my small token of appreciation."

After receiving the news of the troll invasion, Leo issued an emergency evacuation notice, and the villagers of several natural villages near Linhai Town that had already been registered were all locked up in Linhai Town.

Village No. 7, where Beshi is located, is the area closest to the gravel hills, and the retreating villagers and the troll vanguard almost brushed past each other.

Originally, the village chief, Old Sam, did not believe the patrol cavalry's nonsense. How could it be possible that as soon as they settled down, a powerful alien race would immediately invade this small village?

It must be that the local lord took a fancy to the land they had just reclaimed last year and was looking for a reason to drive them away!

This explains all the previous actions. Those canals, mills, and roads were not prepared for them, the untouchables.

Little Noyce, who was in charge of the evacuation, had to use almost force to drive the resisting villagers out of the village.

But soon, Bessie's cousin confirmed the authenticity of the troll invasion.

If Bessie is the Olivia of Village No. 7, then the fifth oldest in their clan is Leo of Village No. 7.

He almost had the strength of a wild hunter, and was able to barely survive when he ran into a troll vanguard while hunting.

After getting his confirmation, the villagers hurriedly took their families and hid in Linhai Town.

What followed was the wartime relief supplies allocated by the Lord's Mansion. Only the registered subjects could receive them. Although the quantity was not large, it was enough to prevent people from starving to death.

With the addition of some food that they brought with them, Beshi and the others actually had a pretty good time during this period.

So when she saw little Knight Noyce coming back, Beshi quickly cooked some wheat cakes and sent them to the lord's mansion for him to taste.

Leo took the wheat cake basket for the tender-faced little Noyce. Before he could open the coarse cloth covering it, a mouse crawled out from his sleeve and went into the basket along the back of his hand.

The next second, Freya's voice came from the basket, "It smells so good!!"