Warlord: King of All Clans

At this time, the autumn wind gradually rises along the North Glacier River. The climate here is much colder than in the south. The north wind has already started blowing in early autumn.

The freezing north wind cut into people's faces like a knife, but neither the humans nor the beastmen in the north felt the slightest bit of this level of coldness.

What is different from the past is that the north wind in recent years is filled with a strong sense of death.

Anyone who is a transcendent being can clearly feel their presence.

For extraordinary people, natural magic is like some essential trace elements in the body, while death magic is some kind of strong radiation.

Under the erosion of the magic of death, the natural magic in the air suddenly decreases, and the extraordinary people will feel various discomforts.

The wound healing speed of the Tauren and Orcs, who have strong recovery abilities, began to slow down, and even the various enhancements provided by the Tauren's totem poles were greatly reduced.

In addition to radiating to the body, the magic of death will also affect the soul of a living thing. Long-term invasion will cause the negative emotions of the living thing to continue to grow, making it dark, desperate, and lose interest in life.

The three giants of the Orcs, Barthalom, Leoni and Zion, accompanied Leo, in front of the gate of the Wind God Fortress, quietly watching the aid team from River Bay enter the city.

Walking in the front were two thousand troll musketeers led by Asa.

After the smoothbore muskets in Hewan were eliminated, half were sold to the allied Talhan tribe and half to Asa.

Now Asa also has a corps of musketeers, but the difference between them and the Talhan tribe is that they have no ability to imitate and maintain firearms.

Therefore, behind this musket corps, there was a team of river bay gunsmiths who specialized in helping them maintain their firearms.

The Riverbend Gunsmiths can not only repair muskets, but can also produce paper-wrapped bullets directly in the fortress, and help the orc army repair weapons and equipment.

The first troll who owned a musket, Kedosha, became the commander of the Troll Musket Legion.

Although the leaders of the twenty-four troll chiefs were all jealous, what the troll king Asa said made sense. The position of legion commander would no longer be selected based on personal martial arts, but like humans, command ability would be given priority.

If you feel that you are very powerful, you can rush to the front in the battle instead of bringing your people into desperate situations.

Behind the Troll Riflemen were Krog's heavily armored ogres. The one hundred ogres had just put on heavy armor and were not yet used to their equipment, so accidents occurred frequently during the march.

Kroger led more than a dozen ogre "Lead Spitters" carrying heavy cannon barrels and supervising their progress.

Under the threat of cannon barrels that were powerful enough to blow the ogres' bodies apart, these wilderness ogres did not riot on the march.

Finally, there is the army of ogres led by Rambowan.

Except for Rambowan's five hundred elite scouts, the rest were all young Riverbend ogres who had just passed the battlefield first aid training and became the Riverbend battlefield rescue team.

This time I went north, it was a good opportunity to practice with my friends from the Beast Tribe.

Rambowan, with the only elite scouts among the kobolds who possessed military discipline, struggled to maintain this chaotic kobold army.

Compared with other fighting teams, the ogres are like primary school students on an outing led by their teacher. They huddle together and look around, and may get lost at any time because of curiosity.

They were wearing simple military uniforms and carrying a sturdy backpack on their backs, which contained the battlefield first aid kit mass-produced by Riverbend.

The Holy Light Kobold Dorn and the Dragon Blood Kobold Ruby are all in the team.

The former was the captain of the medical rescue team. Under the careful guidance of Father DeWitt and the instruction of Midgard El, Dorn is now an outstanding Holy Light priest and physician.

Ruby, a dragonblooded kobold who is as strong as a werewolf, is still as courageous as an ordinary kobold and follows Dorn timidly.

He brought a dozen other dragon-blooded kobolds, each carrying a large wooden box on his back, which contained alchemical equipment worth thousands of gold.

In the Wind God Fortress, the dragon-blooded kobold Ruby and his companions put down the large wooden box and began to assemble the alchemical device.

Soon, they assembled a steam generator and a magic crystal charging device.

The dragon-blooded kobolds live in the atrium, but they are not doing nothing. They have been doing odd jobs for the alchemists in the alchemy area, and have been fully involved in Master Ingsol's research on magic crystal charging, and Master Virgil's research on generators.

As the generator started, powerful electric current converged on the magic crystal charging device, and a faint holy light magic emerged from the alchemical rune plate.

But Ruby did not place the charging magic crystal, but let the holy light magic dissipate.

Ten minutes later, rich holy light magic power spread, and the wounded around all felt their wounds itching, their flesh and blood moved slightly, and began to heal faster.

This is not only a magic crystal charging device, but also a holy light magic conversion device, which can convert natural magic into holy light magic through high voltage current!

When not charging, it is an alchemical item with built-in holy light healing power!

As the holy light conversion device operated for a long time, the holy light magic gradually covered the entire Wind God Fortress, purifying all the death magic blowing in the north wind.

A holy light conversion device is equivalent to a mid-level holy light priest, with unlimited magic power!

Soon, the soldiers in the fortress no longer felt the despairing and oppressive atmosphere.

While the Dragon Blood Kobolds were assembling the equipment, the Holy Light Kobold Dorn was not idle either. He immediately brought his medical team to the Severely Injured Camp.

The medical care of the Orc army depends entirely on the healing spells of the magic system. These seriously injured orcs and tauren lie in the camp, waiting for treatment from the shamans.

However, the Orcs have fewer magic systems than the Humans, and many Shamans are still in the rear to ensure agricultural production, so the medical units in the Wind God Fortress are seriously insufficient.

Although it is not the most intense season of fighting, the legionnaires are still lacking medical treatment.

Moreover, the shamans were outside, and those who could actually be saved had already been saved through spells before they were carried into the seriously injured camp.

From time to time, a soldier's body was carried out of the camp.

In the eyes of the tribesmen, entering the seriously injured camp was the same as being dead. Ninety percent of them would be carried out as corpses. Except for a small number of family members who received the news, almost no one took care of them.

The dying soldiers were thrown to the ground, with feces and urine all over them.

As soon as Dorn entered the wounded camp, he barked out, "It stinks! The sanitary conditions are too poor. Clean it up quickly, keep it ventilated, and clear all the debris in the camp!"

He walked through the rows of seriously injured soldiers, giving instructions non-stop, "Cut off the rotten flesh, disinfect, suture the wound, and put on a bandage."

"This one needs to be amputated. Tie him up first."

"This is internal bleeding, stab him here!"

"He's just fainted, huh? He's been fainted for three days and no one's feeding him? Hurry up and put a tube in and feed him some liquid food. If you don't take care of him, he'll starve to death."

As he spoke, the hair on his body stood up and a faint holy light emanated from it, slowly filling the entire camp of seriously injured people.

"Calming spell!"

"Calming spell!"

"Healing spell!"

Under his command, five hundred kobolds who had received medical training wagged their tails and began their busy work.