Warlord: King of All Clans

A knight of the Imperial Banner, even if he was not an outstanding general, was at least a big landowner.

Leo was very surprised that such a person, who should have lived a life of luxury, actually ran out into the wilderness to take risks.

Moreover, his thick, full-coverage knight plate armor weighs almost as much as the wearer's weight, and is even heavier than the armor of the Empire's heavy cavalry.

The armored heavy cavalry dismounted, with the negative status of halving his movement speed, but it seemed that there was no impact on his movements.

No matter how strong an ordinary person is, he cannot do this. This person must be an extraordinary person!

Leo's mind suddenly became active, and he reached out to shake hands with Harkins, "Hello, Knight Harkins!"

The common greeting etiquette among people in the North is to shake hands with each other, because the North is poor and the terrain is rugged, and people travel through mountains and rivers, and they shake hands with each other to show their mutual support.

The handshake is a courtesy of the people in the southern border. The Orlantis Empire was founded on military power, and everyone wore armor and carried weapons. When they met relatives and friends, they would take off their helmets, gloves, and shake hands with each other to show peace.

After meeting the leader of the adventure team, the other members of the adventure team also gathered around one by one.

A man who was nearly two meters and three meters tall and looked even more burly and strong than an orc stood up and said with a chuckle, "My name is Barrett."

This huge and strong man was wearing a hard leather armor that was covered with sword marks. The leather armor on his chest was cracked in large pieces, revealing the thick chest hair inside.

Over this he wore a large mail shirt and a long bearskin cloak.

His hairy arms, as thick as a normal man's thighs, were exposed, and he held two heavy battle axes in his hands.

The two-handed execution axe weighing dozens of pounds looked like two one-handed axes in his hands.

Behind him stood a thin man less than 1.6 meters tall, his whole body hidden in a black cloak, with only some black leather armor and a crossbow quiver visible at the corners.

He said coldly: "Fisher."

Next to him was the young ranger Lynch, who looked at Leo and was unwilling to speak.

"This is Lynch, the young ranger," Old Pete introduced cheerfully, "As for me, Old Pete, I am the cook of our adventuring group."

Looking at the six members of the adventure team, Leo seemed to be standing on the character selection interface of a role-playing game, full of fantasy.

He introduced himself with great interest: "My name is Leo Mondo, the leader of the militia of the River Bend Territory, and also your guide. I am very happy to meet you. In the next period of time, I hope we can help each other and live in harmony!"

Denise looked at the fully armed Leo and nodded with satisfaction.

The fact that he can move freely while wearing 70 or 80 pounds of equipment shows that he is at least a qualified fighter in terms of physical fitness.

Even if he is just a show-off, he is still a strong show-off and can at least keep up with the pace of the adventure team.

He is also eloquent and quick-witted, so you don't have to worry too much about communication problems or be wary of him doing something stupid.

This was much better than her first impression.

So Denise also extended her hand and reintroduced herself: "My name is Denise, I'm a historian, and the initiator of this adventure. Mr. Mondo, welcome to the Firefly Adventure Group!"

"In that case, let's get ready to go." Leo acted decisively and immediately made arrangements: "First, send all your war horses to the stables in the lord's house, and pick them up when you come back. I can arrange a few donkeys to carry the baggage."

"Tents, sleeping bags, weapons, equipment, food, medicines, check them all and make a list and report it to see if there is anything missing."

The adventurers looked at each other in bewilderment.

This, this is finding a team leader?

As the head of a militia group, Leo was used to leading troops in battle. In addition to Urian's teachings, these preparations before the battle also came from the caution and meticulousness brought by his own soul in his previous life.

At this time, it still came out subconsciously.

Old Pete was the first to react. He didn't mind at all. While he was working, he kept urging his partner, "Check, check everything."

Leo called a few militiamen, took all the war horses to the stable, exchanged them for three donkeys, packed up the tents, food and other supplies, divided them into three parts and put them on the donkeys' backs.

Seeing Denise's puzzled look, Old Pete explained in a low voice: "War horses are not as easy to use as donkeys in the wilderness. They are prone to hurting their hooves when traveling through mountains and rivers. If there is danger, donkeys can be thrown away to block it, but war horses cannot. They run faster than humans, and it would be a pity to throw them away. It's right to listen to him."

"It's only March now. The temperature difference between day and night in the north is huge. It might even snow. Don't bring your suitcase of clothes. In addition to the clothes you have on, bring two more warm jackets."

Denise panicked a little and asked in a low voice, "What should I do if I want to change clothes?"

Old Pete hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Then it's up to you."

After everything was packed up, Leo led the adventure group through the village and walked north along the river beach, preparing to wade across the river upstream.

A few miles upstream, where the river forks, there is a shallow beach where the water is less than knee-deep, making it very suitable for crossing the river.

The last time Leo led the militia to ambush the wild boar people, they crossed the river here.

As for taking a boat to the logging camp opposite and then heading north, you will have to cross two mountain streams on the way.

The small mountain stream is less than five meters wide and seven or eight meters deep. People can cross it, but donkeys cannot.

There are no roads in the wilderness, and there are mountain streams three to five meters wide and cliffs seven to eight meters high everywhere.

If Leo was alone, this small obstacle could be easily overcome.

However, as the team grew in number and carried more baggage, things became very troublesome and they could only rely on their familiarity with the terrain and avoid it in advance.

This is one of the roles of a wilderness guide, so that the adventure group doesn't have to run into a small ravine and waste a whole day.

Leo was very familiar with this forest and had led the militia through it once, so he was naturally familiar with the route.

Leading a donkey and taking an adventure group with him, it feels like an outing.

He asked questions as he walked.

"Knight Harkins, are you tired wearing this armor?"

"Not tired."

"With such a strong physique, you must be a transcendent, right?"

Knight Huggins glanced at Leo, smiled at his teammates, and did not answer.

On the contrary, Denise on the side was particularly proud and said proudly: "We, the Firefly Adventure Group, do not recruit ordinary people. All of them are extraordinary people."

Leo was shocked, this was something he had not expected.

In his opinion, extraordinary people are all big shots, or at least rare talents.

Any extraordinary person in the North who is willing to be loyal to the Earl will be given a manor for free and immediately become a fiefdom knight, without the need to open up the land himself.

Why does it suddenly feel cheap?

"All of them are extraordinary people? Including you?"

Denise replied reservedly: "I am a mage."

Leo looked at her, very skeptical.

Denise smiled and raised her hand, gently rubbing her fingers together, and a ball of fire suddenly burst out between her thumb and index finger.