Warlord: King of All Clans

In the Southern Territory's capital, as Grand Shaman Leone returned to Wind God Fortress, the topic of the undead gradually cooled down.

This crisis, which sounded terrifying but had little to do with the Southern Territory, could only maintain its heat for a few months, no matter how much it was promoted.

The distant flames of war were far less attention-grabbing than the current political hot topics.

Seeing the members of the Grand Council finish their arguments and turn their attention to the imperial power, Danice, following Leo's plan, proposed the next prepared motion.

Establish a Lower House!

The Imperial Grand Council, with its hundreds of members, all old noble families of the empire, no longer reflected the empire's current state.

Today's Southern Territory includes uncrowned civil officials, generals, landlords, clergy, judges, and artisans who also hold significant prestige among the people and control vast amounts of wealth.

These people are also imperial citizens, the voice of the people, and should also have a say in imperial decision-making.

Danice had a minor, transparent member of the council propose this motion, suggesting that each major town in the empire elect two non-noble members to go to the capital to form a Lower House, assisting the Grand Council in governing the world under the Emperor.

As soon as this motion was put forward, regardless of what the noble council members of the Grand Council thought, the people below went crazy.

Commoners joining the political game is the trend of history, and Leo simply detonated it in advance.

Leo personally confronting the politicians of the capital might not win, but when it comes to coming up with bad ideas behind the scenes, no one can compare to him.

In a noble courtyard, several great nobles looked at the latest news and felt their scalps tingle.

Earl MacDonald couldn't help but burst out, "Princess, are you crazy? Proposing to divide the imperial power every day, undermining yourself? Does she not want to be Empress?"

The great nobles present were all radicals who wanted to divide the imperial power, but they didn't expect the enemy to be even more radical this time.

If your imperial power is weak, the other side agrees to the Electoral Princes, and wants the entire empire to participate.

If you advocate for monarchical autocracy, with a strong imperial power, she directly creates a Lower House, devolving power to the people.

These great nobles are caught in the middle, repeatedly tormented, completely unable to see the situation clearly.

The various forces that had been painstakingly gathered were once again torn apart, now abandoning them one after another to compete for seats in the Lower House.

It was clearly a conspiracy against the royal family, but now, the royal family hasn't even taken action, and all sorts of monsters and demons have been fighting for half a year.

Earl Brutus looked at the motion, marveling in his heart, recalling that lazy young man, Leo Mondo, and couldn't help but think that people can't be judged by appearances.

He put down the motion and said in a deep voice, "In the final analysis, it's all Leo Mondo's doing behind the scenes. The Riverbend will never be peaceful as long as he is not eliminated."

The other allies also nodded repeatedly. Before Leo Mondo came, the Southern Territory had always been under their control.

Now they were being led by the nose, thrown into disarray for a time.

But everyone was an old fox; how could they remain confused all the time? After arguing for half a year, they finally came to their senses and realized that things couldn't continue like this.

In terms of development, no one could outpace the ever-changing Riverbend. In terms of public opinion and politics, they were now losing miserably.

If they didn't join forces to fight the enemy, and the Northern Territory stabilized and the royal family grew stronger, they might not even have a chance to fight back in the future.

MacDonald also said, "We can't keep wasting time like this. Let's quickly form a legion and head north."

"As long as the war starts, the Southern Territory is the Southern Territory, and the Northern Territory is the Northern Territory. Everyone can see who the enemy is."

"But the Northern Territory has Leo and the Grand Duke, and is now unprecedentedly strong. We must think of something."

At this time, Bishop Hausman suddenly said, "My people say that Leo Mondo has gone to the Free State of the Archipelago?"

Father Frank, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, "Leo Mondo has recruited a goblin shipwright family in the Free State of the Archipelago, preparing to take a boat to the capital."

Earl MacDonald stood up abruptly, "Good opportunity! Quickly think of a way to keep him in the south."

"Without Leo Mondo, the Riverbend is a headless fly."

"But this kid has a magic dragon and elves protecting him. Even high-level experts can't do anything to him."

As he spoke, everyone's eyes turned to Father Frank from the Holy Light City.

Father Frank shook his head, "How noble is His Holiness the Pope? How could he attack a mere mortal?"

"What about heretics?"

...

The fleet Leo was in, besides the three large ships he had rented, also included another seven or eight ships of various sizes, forming a large fleet.

In addition to the passengers, the sailors were basically agile warriors. Of course, if there was real danger, most of the passengers would still have the strength to fight. Even the goblin family in Leo's hands could pull out some life-saving cards.

Only such a fleet could withstand pirate attacks and safely cross the strait from Aski Port to reach the mainland.

In the age of sailing ships, the speed relied entirely on wind and ocean currents. These days, the coastal area had been calm, and Leo's fleet had been traveling for three days before they saw the coastline of the mainland.

The human captain of the big ship breathed a sigh of relief and introduced to his important customer, Leo, "This is Orantiri Province. Before dark, we will be able to reach the Holy Light City. There are Holy Light Church fleets nearby, and pirates don't dare to come over. We are finally safe."

The predecessor of the Orantis Empire was the Kingdom of Orantiri. After the kingdom took the entire Southern Territory, the capital was moved to the center of the Southern Territory, which is now the Imperial Capital.

As for the original capital, it became the current Holy Light City.

This is the second largest city in the Southern Territory, with a population of hundreds of thousands, and its wealth is second only to the Imperial Capital.

Leo was a little curious, "Only safe when you get here? Does that mean the entire sea is unsafe? Are pirates that rampant?"

The captain laughed, "What are pirates? There is no law or morality at sea. When two fleets collide, whichever is stronger is the pirate."

Listening to this, Leo felt a little yearning, "So, as long as you are strong, that's a good profession."

At this time, the head of the goblin shipwright family, Grondal, walked over with a constipated expression, "Lord Earl, we... goblins..."

Seeing him hesitating and unable to speak, Leo became a little impatient, "Speak your mind."

Grondal finally mustered his courage, "We are an ancient and long-standing goblin family, don't want to be green dog-headed people!"

Leo covered his face with his hand, "Who told you that? Who is fooling you again?"

Viel couldn't help but chuckle beside him.

Grondal glanced at Viel, "Knight Viel told me that if we go to Riverbend, we can't be goblins anymore, we can only be green dog-headed people, and we have to pay dog-head tax!"

Leo reassured him, "That's not true, don't listen to her nonsense. There is already a goblin clan in Riverbend, and they are your distant relatives. You will know when you go."

The group of tundra goblins that Strong brought back from Pishnik had a lighter skin color than the island goblins, and their language was also very different, but they were still goblins after all.

Now the tundra goblins are also rebuilding their main city in Olenick, and their behemoths and artisan techniques have contributed greatly.