Warlord: King of All Clans

The huge blood moon gradually disappeared after losing the magic power to sustain it.

Fabuti's burly and ferocious body was kneeling in the middle of the square. He was still taller than a normal person, like a small mountain.

After suffering a series of severe injuries, he could no longer maintain this deformed body. The sticky blood on the wounds slowly diluted and flowed to the ground, soon forming a small pool of blood.

The aura of his sainthood just now shocked everyone, so much so that even now that he has lost his fighting power, no one dares to approach him.

Only the Grand Duke of the North held his right shoulder with his left hand, struggled to pull out the Sword of the Supreme King that was stuck in the ground, and strode towards Fabuti.

The hatred for losing a son is irreconcilable!

To prevent any unexpected events, other high-level people also approached from all sides to avoid any more accidents.

At this moment, a flash of blood appeared on the square, and Locke's figure appeared on the square.

He looked at his dying father, and his father's kind face suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The Kurolov family has a harmonious tradition, with generations of fathers being kind to their children, and brothers being friendly and respectful to each other.

From childhood to adulthood, Locke has lived under the wings of Fabuti, and has received great guidance and care.

Before Fabuti went crazy, the father and son had been working together for many years. Fabuti was not only his father, but also a close comrade-in-arms.

At this time, Fabuti also sensed his arrival, raised his head and looked at Locke, the madness in his eyes dissipated, he became sober, and immediately revealed a tired smile.

"Locke, you've grown up."

Locke couldn't bear it any longer, and he knelt at the feet of the Grand Duke of the North, shouting, "Grand Duke! Please stop! My father is awake!"

How could the Grand Duke listen to him? He just walked closer with a cold face.

Locke followed his steps, kneeling on the ground and retreating repeatedly, and continued: "Grand Duke! My father committed a serious crime and deserves to be cut into pieces, but as a son, how can I watch my father die in front of my eyes? I am willing to die in place of my father, and I only ask you to spare his life!"

Fabuti knelt on the ground, watching his son crying and pleading for him. He couldn't help but shook his head and said, "How can a man from the Kurolov family be so humble?"

As he said this, he struggled to get up, picked up the bone hammer on the ground, and staggered towards the Grand Duke of the North.

The sword of the High King drew an arc of light.

Fabuti's huge head suddenly flew high up and rolled to the ground.

Hader and Leo looked at each other and couldn't help shaking their heads. Hader sighed softly, "Another hero of the North is missing."

Fabuti knew he could not escape the death penalty, and could not bear to see his son being weak, so he asked for death.

The era of a great hero finally came to an end.

Leo and Had hurried to help the seriously injured Grand Duke of the North. Locke was the only one left in the square, sitting alone in the square holding Fabti's head.

Because of this chaos, the coronation ceremony of the King of the Savages was postponed to three days later.

But all the wild tribe leaders had no complaints.

In their eyes, a high-level hunter king is the strongest person they will ever see in their lifetime.

Now several ninth-level warriors are showing their magical powers. Even if they just look at the swords and sabers from afar, they know that this is a realm of strength that they will never be able to reach in their lifetime.

After three days of recuperation in Earl Beowulf's mansion, the Duke of the North's injuries were barely under control. There was still a slight purple tint on half of his face, which was the residue of voodoo that was difficult to clean.

Fortunately, the Grand Duke of the North is very powerful, and as long as he does not continue to fight, he can suppress this voodoo.

However, in just one year, he suffered two serious injuries, which damaged his foundation and showed signs of fatigue.

Three days later, the coronation ceremony of the King of the Wild Folk was officially held.

Dragon slayer Rio Mundo is officially crowned king!

This title of king was not recognized by the Orlantis Empire. It was even a title of anti-king nominated by the barbarian chiefs in response to the Odalov royal family joining the empire.

But the people of the North did not have a deep relationship with the Empire. Even the Grand Duke of the North just watched the whole process with a frown and did not say a bad word.

The power of 100,000 wildfolk cannot be underestimated. The grand dukes of the Odalov family have all worked hard to support Earl Beowulf to become the king of the wildfolk in order to stabilize this force.

This is why Earl Hard is the king of the barbarians, but also the top fighter under the Duke of the North.

After all, Beowulf's family has taken too many things from others since they became rich.

In front of the ancestral altar, Earl Hard was no longer wearing his usual clothes, but was dressed as a wild chieftain and wore a crown of thorns on his head.

After completing the ceremony, he took off the crown of thorns under the guidance of the ancestral wizards and placed it on Leo's head.

The two ancestral wizards smeared the sacrificial dragon blood on Leo's body.

As the blood rune was completed, Leo only felt his skin getting hot, and then he felt a different feeling.

The leaders of the surrounding barbarians all felt the majesty emanating from Leo and bowed their heads.

The coronation ceremony of the King of the Wild Folk is not only a symbol, but also a bloodline certification.

From then on, the blood flowing in Leo's body had a natural suppressive effect on the wild people, and could make the extraordinary people from the orthodox wild people clans feel a sense of mental pressure.

Taking this opportunity, Leo naturally wanted to give a speech.

Change customs!

Building the rule of law!

Unite and cooperate to develop the economy!

Leo's public speaking ability is not excellent, but he has been involved in government affairs for a long time and his thinking is very clear. In a few words, he pointed out the problems of Beowulf's earldom and proposed solutions.

Watching Leo speaking on the stage, most of the barbarian leaders did not take it seriously. Only the Grand Duke of the North and Earl Hard and others nodded frequently.

Unless you are in a high position, you will not know the value of Leo's speech.

When the ceremony was over, Leo pulled himself away from the crowd's flattery, and the High Duke of the North said, "The coronation ceremony of the Wildling King is a complete imitation of the coronation ceremony of the High King of the North. When you become the High Duke of the North one day, you will have to do it again."

Leo was shocked, "Me? As the Duke of the North?"

"Won't Brother Grant beat me to death?"

The Duke of the North looked at him and said with a smile, "Don't pretend. Grant is barely even an earl, how can he defend the North? The North will be yours sooner or later."

This winter, most of the wars in the North were basically settled, with only the blood slaves wreaking havoc in the North, but the Earldom of Grant was also almost destroyed.

When they first captured Clemens, Leo advised him to restore people's livelihood, but he didn't care.

Now that the battle with the Kurolov Legion has been completed, the entire Earldom of Grant is on the verge of getting out of control.

The local clans of this era did not have any sense of patriotism. They would not say that while the Earl was defending his country at the front, the people in the rear should starve to death.

No matter how great Grant's difficulties were, in the eyes of ordinary subjects, he was just levying heavy taxes.

The people of Earl Grant, who could not survive, had no choice but to become bandits in villages, or build their own strongholds and arm themselves, refusing to be conscripted and pay taxes.

When the Grand Duke of the North came here, he passed through the Earldom of Grant and looked at the once prime area of ​​the Earldom of Beboos, which was now in ruins. He once thought of depriving his second son of the title of Earl.

As the Grand Duke of the North and the eldest of the dukes, he could turn a blind eye to natural disasters and man-made disasters in some areas, but he could not sit idly by and watch millions of people suffer.