Warlord: King of All Clans

After walking for a while, there was a rustling in the dense forest ahead. The guide shouted, "Be alert! Be alert!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen trolls wearing feathers and grass skirts surrounded them.

These trolls were more than two meters tall, with half-foot-long fangs in their mouths, and various animal teeth, claws, and small skulls around their necks and waists.

Some of them held longbows, and some held sharp spears, all aimed at the members of the adventure team, and they made threatening low roars.

The three extraordinary female swordsmen from the Imperial City screamed in fright.

The three men, however, were much calmer, all drawing their swords and confronting the trolls.

Their slightly trembling hands betrayed their nervousness.

The guide looked at the trolls and continued to shout, "Stay calm! Stay calm! Don't be afraid!"

Captain Jitte saw that the other side was numerous and powerful, and bravely stood up and shouted, "Let my companions go! Fight me one-on-one!"

At this moment, a noble lady from the Imperial City tremblingly took out a flintlock pistol and aimed it at the leading troll warrior.

The guide was dumbfounded, and suddenly raised his hand to lift the noble lady's gun.

With a gunshot, all the trolls shrank back, their eyes becoming sharp.

The guide's face was sweating, and he frantically winked at the trolls.

The surrounded trolls seemed to be shocked by the musket, slowly retreated into the jungle, and then disappeared.

The members of the expedition team breathed a sigh of relief, filled with the joy of escaping death.

The three noble ladies from the Imperial City had already collapsed on the ground. The Earl's daughter holding the flintlock pistol said, "Let's go back! It's too dangerous!"

Captain Jitte also hesitated, looked at the sky and said, "It's getting late, we don't have time to go back. Let's find a place to camp and spend the night, and make plans tomorrow."

After the camp was set up, Jitte secretly found the local guide and complained, "What's going on? What about the promised battle with the trolls? I haven't even made a move yet!"

The guide was also speechless, "Who knew the noble lady had a gun? The trolls can't stand it either. If someone gets killed, how will you get back alive!"

Jitte's goal was not achieved, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Think of a way to let me show off."

The guide hesitated for a long time before saying, "Then I'll arrange a troll for you to slash with your sword?"

Jitte was dumbfounded, "Is it that exciting? How much does it cost?"

The guide stretched out a hand, "It's not easy to arrange, at least fifteen gold Soles!"

The next day, a team of trolls attacked the camp again. Captain Jitte led two companions and bravely fought with the trolls, severely wounding the troll leader with a sword and forcing him back.

The camp was in a mess, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground. The three noble ladies had been frightened and paralyzed, and could only be carried back by their companions.

On a small hill on their way back, the troll captain sat on a rock, the shallow sword wound on his chest slowly healing itself.

He watched the expedition team enter the Central Courtyard Grand Canyon before saying to his companion next to him, "Notify the company, we will no longer accept tourists with firearms on this tour route."

"Yes, Captain."

The river bend trade project is in full swing, and the tourism project is also booming. Many Imperial City nobles spend a lot of money to pass through the portal and come to the Central Courtyard for sightseeing.

Most tourists and scholars stop at the Central Courtyard, and only a few bold and ulterior motives go to the outside world.

The troll city-states rely on the dividends from these tourists to make a lot of money, and their lives are prosperous.

Far away in Vald, four hundred miles away, the troll warrior Tazz was standing on the city wall, venting his anger.

In front of him was a small chieftain of a troll clan, who had been pierced through the body by a wooden stake and was slowly spitting out his last breath.

Even trolls with strong self-healing abilities could not withstand such serious injuries. This small troll chieftain was obviously not going to survive.

After Tazz joined Hermann, he was highly valued. The troll clans around the Earldom of Frelav all joined him. In addition to a thousand troll warriors, there were also several thousand old and weak, a total of fifteen small clans who recognized him as their king.

However, in the past two years, the troll clans that went south from the Werewolf Plains in the north have all ignored his summons and went directly to Assar's troll city-state, bypassing Vald.

The small troll chieftain in front of him was also planning to take his hundreds of clansmen and prepare to go south to join Assar.

Of course, Tazz would not allow him to leave. He directly led people to intercept and kill them halfway, slaughtering hundreds of trolls, and the small chieftain was also brought to Vald and publicly executed in front of a thousand troll warriors as a warning to others.

The orc warrior Tanvar secretly despised him, but this was their internal affairs, and their orc clan could not interfere, at most, they could let Earl Hermann come forward to dissuade him.

After watching Tazz execute the deserters, Tanvar opened his mouth and said, "Tazz, I'll leave the city defense to you during this period. I'm going to prepare for promotion to the high level and don't have time to assist you."

Tazz was shocked and said, "Promote to the high level? You?"

A smile appeared on Tanvar's big face, "I have been at the peak of level six for a long time, and I have long felt a breakthrough. Earl Hermann gave me a pot of dragon blood, and with its help, it shouldn't be difficult to advance."

"Tazz, you have to work hard too. After I advance, I will give you the excess dragon blood to help you advance as soon as possible."

After the dragon slaying battle, Hermann also obtained half of the dragon remains. It sounds like a small amount, but it was actually three carts.

These dragon blood and dragon meat were collected by Hermann and used as treasures to win over his powerful subordinates.

The effect of dragon flesh and blood is comparable to awakening potions. In the past two years, Hermann has also produced many low- and mid-level extraordinary beings, and Tanvar, who has been at the peak of the mid-level for a long time, has touched the threshold of advancing to the high level under the nourishment of dragon meat, and is only one step away.

Tazz was jealous and crazy. Among the alien legions in Hermann's hands, there were three thousand orc warriors and only one thousand troll warriors.

He, the troll warrior, did not have enough authority to lead the orcs.

Therefore, Tanvar received three times more spoils than Tazz each time after the war.

The human earl does not care about the distribution system of alien troops. The extraordinary rewards are handed over to the two warriors, and they are left to their own discretion.

Tanvar kept half for himself and gave the remaining half to his clansmen, which had already won the heartfelt support of his clansmen.

Tazz was different. He ate 80% by himself and still felt it was not enough. It was already his kindness that the troll warriors in his hands could have enough to eat.

Hearing Tanvar's comfort, Tazz nodded, "Then I have to thank you too."

Tanvar nodded, and after explaining the city defense affairs, he planned to turn around and leave, preparing to concentrate on studying the advancement.

At this moment, a headhunting spear shot from behind him, instantly piercing Tanvar's chest.

Looking at the large half of the headhunting steel spear protruding from his breastplate, Tanvar spat out blood and turned around in disbelief, "Tazz, you! We are comrades!"

Tazz looked crazy and laughed loudly: "Who is your comrade? I am a troll, you are an orc!"

After speaking, he drew out his battle axe and beheaded him with one axe.