Warlord: King of All Clans

Grand Duke Michael's second son, Grant Odalov, is the brother of the late Queen and Little Mouse's second uncle.

Because he and his sister are only one year apart in age and they grew up together in the Duke's Mansion, the two siblings have a very close relationship.

He is only in his early thirties and looks quite young.

He was wearing a silk robe with only an enchanted chain mail underneath, looking a bit like a southern noble.

Grant had long assisted the Grand Duke of the North, and had met Leo many times in Frovald.

Grant also admired the young man who saved his niece.

After finding Leo Daoming's purpose, Grant got straight to the point, "Great Shaman Runadov is the only Saint in the North. He has been sitting in the Ancestral God Peak for decades. Half of the shaman priests in the seven ancestral temples in the Earldom of the North are his students."

"His disappearance will inevitably cause a shock to the world and change the situation. The Grand Duke sent me to the river bend to ask you if there is any way to contact the Elf Queen and ask her to show mercy."

Outsiders may not know, but as the son of the Grand Duke of the North, Grant must know some inside information.

Leo also understood that the highly respected Great Wizard of the North was most likely captured by the Elf Queen and forced to work.

Although Runadov is already in his seventies and has become an old man with a white beard, for an elf, he is just an adult.

For the 500-year-old Elf Queen, there is no question of respecting the elderly, nor is there any question of loving the young.

Hearing Grant's words, Leo found it outrageous. "I'm just a small mountain lord, and you're asking me for the Elf Queen's contact information? Are you overestimating me?"

Grant thought Leo was being pretentious and said, "Her daughter is in your hands."

Leo shook his head, "That can't be reached either."

Grant advised seriously: "Leo, the Saints of the North cannot leave. For so many years, the South has been eyeing the North, why has there never been a full-scale war? Isn't it because of the existence of the Great Witch Runadov that the high-level combat power of the South dare not give up easily?"

"You may not understand the significance of the Saint Rank. Saints do not easily participate in mortal wars because the other side also has Saint Rank. Once the Great Wizard Runadov leaves the North, the nobles in the South will get the news and will definitely invade in a big way."

"When a full-scale war breaks out, if even one Saint from the Southern Territory joins the battle, how will the Northern Territory's army be able to hold the front line?"

Leo actually understands very well that the existence of the Holy Rank is no different from a nuclear bomb. Having more or less is not a problem, but having or not having is a big problem.

When both sides have nuclear weapons, they will fight cautiously or only use their proxies to engage in minor fights. But if one side suddenly loses its nuclear weapons, the direction of the war can easily become extreme.

Moreover, the religious conflicts in this world are also very serious. Great Shaman Runadov is the leader of the Shamanism in the North. Once a problem arises, the Church of Holy Light in the South will inevitably take the opportunity to expand massively.

Religious wars are much more brutal than secular wars. After all, the latter put interests first and are more or less rational.

Even when the beastmen marched southward and invaded the northern border, the holy wizards did not join the battle, for fear that the southern border would seize the opportunity.

Leo didn't want the war to expand, as the North was already in chaos enough.

So he had no choice but to take Freya out of his trouser pocket, poked her belly a few times, and then put it to her ear, "Get me Master Bobak."

With the atrium communication device in the Mage Tower, River Bay can connect to Aiur at any time.

Freya is even more outrageous. Her mental power is even greater. With the help of the signal amplification of the communication device, she can directly contact Al without dialing.

Freya, who had been hiding in his trouser pocket and pretending to be dead, reluctantly contacted Al and was then transferred to Master Bobak.

"Master Bobak?"

"I am here."

Leo's waist suddenly bent down, "Master Bobak, can you help me contact the Elf Queen?"

"She's right here with me."

It’s great to have a Fu brand mobile phone. Even though we are thousands of miles away, we can still be in touch at any time!

After explaining the reason why Grant came over, the impatient voice of the Elf Queen Ostara came from the other side, "Oh, Leo, you are so annoying, I finally caught one!"

"But you can't just arrest those from the North. There are so many from the South. You can't catch any of them!"

Ostara shouted, "This is the closest! And aren't you all human?"

Just as Leo was about to explain, Master Bobak spoke up, "Leo, don't worry, we will warn the people in the southern border, and you will get the news soon."

"That's good, that's good. Thank you for your hard work, Master Bobak."

Ostara was very angry and said, "I am also very tired!"

But Bobak had already ended the telepathic conversation and then rebuked Ostara, "Ana, you are naughty again. Who asked you to capture the human holy order? Didn't I tell you to go back to the mountains quickly?"

Ostara looked aggrieved, "I just wanted to help you!"

"Your reckless actions will only disrupt the order of the human race and cause a war to break out prematurely. When it comes to the races below the mountain, we can only wait and see, patiently guide them, and provide guidance, rather than forcefully interfering."

Ostara lowered her head, squatted on the ground and drew circles, "I know."

Master Bobak looked at his junior sister and sighed helplessly.

It is easy for the Elf Queen to manage the elves on the mountain because as long as she speaks reasonably, everyone will listen.

But it is different for the creatures at the foot of the mountain. The elves' principles may not be the right principles for them.

Tens of thousands of years of history have proven that the naive and kind-hearted elves are simply unable to manage the races living down the mountain. Every time they intervene rashly, they end up doing more harm than good with good intentions.

The races below the mountain can only rule themselves.

What the elves can do is to make the ruler's ideas as positive as possible, rather than full of hostility.

Master Bobak thought for a moment and said to Ostara, "You go to the Southern Territory Capital and start negotiations with the human royal family. Publicize the seriousness of the Scourge invasion, and then establish a Scourge Defense Council. At least recruit two Southern Territory Saints."

"If the Holy Light Pope can't come, let the Cardinal of the Southern Territory come. Holy Light is an element that naturally restrains the undead. We can't let them stay in the Southern Territory and waste energy."

Ostara suddenly came over and whispered, "Why don't we go with the teacher and capture the God of Holy Light?"

"Pa!" Bobak slapped the Elf Queen on the head. "Are you just looking for chaos in the world?"

"Don't ever bring up this kind of thought again, understand?"

Seeing Master Bobak's tone become stern, Ostara put away her playful mentality and nodded honestly, "I understand."

"Then hurry up and go."

The Elf Queen Ostara snapped her fingers, and a silver ring on her slender finger immediately flashed green light.

Behind her, the invisible magic power formed a visible vortex, and finally opened up a huge green light gate.

Behind the light gate, one can vaguely see the tropical rainforest scenery unique to the southern islands.

The South Border Islands are not far from the Free State of the Archipelago and are a group of small islands off the coast of the South Border.

An ancient elven altar was buried deep in the rainforest, completely covered by giant vines.

As the birds and beasts fled, a huge green portal lit up on the platform at the top of the elven altar, and Ostara walked out of it.