Warlord: King of All Clans

The city of Ancestor St. is located at the foot of the Ancestral Divine Peak - of course not at the foot of the main peak. The Ancestral Divine Peak covers an area of ​​thousands of square kilometers. If it is really located under the Divine Peak, it would be deep in the mountains.

Anhurst lies just below the foothills at the end of the God's Peak Range, between two mountains that claw into Lake Arthursley like dragons.

If you look up from any high point in the city, you can see the peak of the Ancestral God Peak across the valley.

The Earl of Odalov's Palace is located just north of the city of Anhurst, deep in the valley, hundreds of meters higher than the lower urban area.

The Earl's Palace, which had been continuously expanded over the past thousand years, was a huge castle with terraces. After Leo followed the butler on horseback into the gate of the Earl's Palace, he rode and paced for more than ten minutes, passing through layers of city gates before he reached the Grand Duke's office.

At this time, the Grand Duke was busy with government affairs. The sound of the Grand Duke arranging matters for his subordinates could be heard from the room. The butler did not dare to disturb him and motioned Leo and others to wait in the living room.

In the spacious living room outside the office, the extraordinary armor of dukes of successive generations is displayed. Some are slim and light, while others are tall and heavy, each with its own style.

One of the suits of armor was made of an inch-thick alloy and weighed tons. When worn, it was like a human tank, and even high-level extraordinary people would be helpless when seeing it.

Even a strong Leo would not be able to move freely when wearing such armor, let alone fight.

Leo looked all the way and saw various calligraphy and maxims on the wall.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. - Alexander I

Where justice goes, the truth goes. - Grand Duke Fiona Odalov

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A general dies in a hundred battles, but a warrior returns after ten years. -Leo Mundo

When Leo saw this, he couldn't help but comment on it, "Good handwriting, good handwriting!"

Freya emerged from his collar and looked at the calligraphy on the wall, also surprised. "It's Grand Duke Fianna, the last High King of the North and the first Grand Duke. I've seen him in history class!"

Unlike little Calamirio, Alexander I, the founding emperor of the Orlantis Empire, and the last High King of the North, both had their own portraits, and Freya recognized them at a glance.

Leo couldn't help but be curious, "Do you elves still have human history classes?"

Freya was speechless and said, "How could there not be any? Every elf has to receive five years of preschool education and thirty years of compulsory education, and human history is also one of the elective courses."

Leo found it somewhat novel. Although the elves were funny, they were not stupid. On the contrary, they were very smart. After 30 years of compulsory education, wouldn't everyone have a doctorate degree?

But it is also reasonable. Freya, who is not yet an adult, has mastered the knowledge at the level of top human scholars. It is not just that the elves' civilization is more advanced, but that she has indeed received more education.

Leo became more and more curious about the elves.

He looked at the portrait of the last High King and asked curiously, "Is Grand Duke Fianna so famous? He can even be included in your elf history textbooks."

"That's not the case. Grand Duke Fiona was born in the same year and month as my history teacher. Grand Duke Mitchell, your godfather, was born in the same year and month as his grand-grandson. The teacher mentioned it many times, so I remember it very clearly."

Rioton felt magical. The seven hundred years of history in the North was just the life of an elf.

There are more than twenty generations between the first Grand Duke and the current Grand Duke!

After a while, several of the Grand Duke's retainers came out. When they saw Leo, they bowed to him but left in a hurry without saying a word.

The butler walked to the door of the office and reported: "Master Leo is here."

"Come in."

When Leo walked into the room, he saw his cheap adoptive father whom he hadn't seen for many years.

The Grand Duke of the North is older than Rigolav, already over sixty, but he doesn't look old.

He is one of the few ninth-level extraordinary and high-level peak people in the North, and is respected by the world as the Northern Sword Saint.

Almost all high-level strong men would sigh when talking about him: If the Grand Duke were not entangled in worldly affairs, he would definitely be one of the saints of the human race.

When Leo first entered the supernatural world, his magical perception was no different from that of ordinary people. When he saw Master Bobak, he just felt that he was powerful, and when he saw the Grand Duke of the North, he felt that he was no more than an ordinary high-level supernatural being.

Now that he has been promoted to the intermediate level, his magic perception has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has also awakened the ability of "mind's eye". When he looks at the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory again, he suddenly feels that the vastness of the land is like the majestic peak of his ancestors standing before him, giving him an infinite sense of oppression.

The magic power in his body was so condensed that it seemed to be substantial. Leo felt that even a cannon with a strength of ten thousand men could not break through the magical defense of the Grand Duke of the North.

This godfather is hard to kill!

Leo walked up to him happily and shouted, "Grand Duke, godfather!"

Freya was no longer afraid of strangers. She crawled out of Leo's arms, jumped onto the Grand Duke's desk, raised her little paws and greeted him, "Grand Duke of the North!"

The Duke of the North had already met Freya in Frovald, and he smiled upon seeing this, "Hello, Freya."

As he spoke, he stood up, brought a plate of snacks from the small low table next to him, and placed it in front of Freya.

Seeing the Northern Duke being so considerate, Freya immediately thought that this young man was very good, but she did not have time to praise him as she pounced on the snacks.

The Duke of the North then looked up at Leo, somewhat displeased, "Knowing that I am your godfather, why don't you come and see me? If you hadn't gone to besiege Beboos, I'm afraid you wouldn't have thought of coming to Ancestor to see me, right?"

Leo immediately cried out in injustice, "How could that be possible? I definitely want to come visit my foster father, but I've been too busy with so many things at home!"

Three years passed in a flash, and Leo's face became tougher and no longer childish, and he seemed to have the aura of a superior.

Grand Duke Mitchell looked at him for a few times and was slightly satisfied. "Not bad, you finally look like a man. I thought you would hide in the mountains for ten or twenty years before you could achieve something. I didn't expect that in just three years, you would be able to dominate the area."

Leo quickly said modestly: "It's all thanks to the support of the Grand Duke!"

After the Battle of Frovald, the Duke of the North recognized him as his adopted son and not only gave him ten Wind Knights, but also a large amount of money.

In recent years, in addition to necessary intelligence liaison, there has also been some financial assistance.

A few hundred or a thousand gold in aid is nothing. For the Grand Duke of the North, it is just saving the cost of two banquets, but for the River Bay Lord, which is still a small town, it is a huge angel investment!

Especially the year before last when Leo was determined to restart the atrium and wrote to give instructions. Although the Duke of the North was amused by his shamelessness, he still collected fifty magic crystals and sent them over.

A large box of intermediate and high-level magic crystals, worth nearly ten thousand gold!

Regardless of whether the Grand Duke of the North favors him because of the elven demigod behind him or he really thinks highly of him as his adopted son, Leo is the real beneficiary and of course he is grateful for this favor.

Leo has not come to Anhurst to visit his adoptive father for three years. He is an incompetent adopted son. Now that he passes by Anhurst, he must come to greet him as soon as possible.