Warlord: King of All Clans

Deep within the top-floor palace of the Midgard manor, Freya was leaning against an emerald jade tree, tearfully complaining loudly to Bobak.

Meredith, holding the fawn El, was also righteously indignant behind her.

"El, why don't you eat all the dragon blood essence of Midgard, help me restore my Saint rank, and I'll go to the Southern Territory to rescue Leo!"

El rolled her eyes at her, "Are you trying to take the opportunity to divide the family property? Leo isn't dead yet, just wait for Master Bobak to arrange it!"

After complaining, Freya felt a little better, and relentlessly said, "Teacher, hurry up and go to the Southern Territory to rescue Leo, otherwise I'll cry every day!"

Master Bobak, thousands of miles away, was like a grandpa comforting his granddaughter, hiding in the camp and talking to Freya on the phone. After finally appeasing Freya, Bobak got up and prepared to continue fighting.

Archbishop Anthony, who was beside him, looked at Bobak's expression and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"Leo was wandering around aimlessly and passed by the City of Holy Light, where he was placed under house arrest by your Pope."

Anthony was shocked. Half of his grand plan required the support of Riverrun. Hearing this, he couldn't help but angrily say, "His Holiness the Pope is going too far. I'll go back and demand Leo back?"

Master Bobak waved his hand, "No need, Leo is destined to suffer this calamity, let him sort it out himself."

Anthony was worried, "Will Leo be alright? What about Riverrun?"

Bobak looked at the death magic blowing from the north, "Leo will be fine."

"If the Holy Light Pope dares to touch Leo, I'll crush his crystal."

Anthony was startled and exchanged a glance with Francis across from the small stove, and they both drank the tea in their hands in one gulp, "We've also rested well."

Life as a gatekeeper in the north is very difficult. There is no natural magic in the air here for them to recover.

If their magic is exhausted, even with the body of a Saint rank, they can't withstand the death magic winds sweeping across the ice plains.

Therefore, the Saint ranks have to go south to restore their magic every year and a half. Usually, after a battle, they can only hide in this small camp to rest.

Bobak generously taught several Saint ranks, imparting some microscopic magic applications to everyone, allowing them to go from only being able to last for ten days and a half months at the beginning, to now being able to last for a year and a half with careful calculations.

Among the several Saint ranks, the Beastkin Sword Saint Carlos was the most diligent. After all, his clansmen were on the first line of defense in the south. Every extra sword he swung here gave his clansmen hope to survive for one more day.

As for the two Saint rank magic users in the Southern Territory, they had a much better attitude, and both of them lived in the imperial capital, so they could still drink tea and chat.

As for the Lizardman Great Shaman Green Throat in the Western Territory, he was the laziest, and after completing the tasks assigned to him by Bobak every day, he would start slacking off.

Seeing the two Saint ranks get up, Bobak nodded, with a bit more appreciation for hardworking students, "Then let's go together, the undead tide is getting more and more fierce, we have to work harder."

Archmage Francis couldn't help but ask, "Master, this surging death magic should be approaching its peak, right?"

"No, it's far from it."

In the Riverrun Lord's mansion, all the high-level officials were present. The civil officials, led by Olivia and Rigolav, and the military generals, led by Strong and Soloviev, were gathered around a large table.

Because it was summer, the fire pit had long been extinguished. A huge wooden table was placed on the fire pit, displaying a sandbox of the Orlantis Empire's territory.

Blue flags representing the Southern Territory Legion and black flags representing the Northern Territory Legion were densely inserted on the sandbox.

Seeing everyone silent, Rigolav took the lead and said, "Now that Leo's situation is unknown, we can't just wait. On the one hand, we can send a delegation to the City of Holy Light to negotiate with the Church."

"On the other hand, we can't sit idly by on the front line. We must arrange corresponding troops to confront them and try to hold the Northern Territory."

Strong, because he was too tall, could only stand in the back, craning his neck to look at everyone. Hearing this, he mooed, "What 'try to hold the Northern Territory'? If we hold it, Leo won't come back! We must defeat the Southern Territory Legion and make them completely surrender, only then will we have hope of getting Leo back!"

Governor Nane of Ethanpor looked at the legion flags on the sandbox. The blue flags were densely packed near the Dom River and the Fabados Mountains, while the black flags were sparsely distributed throughout the Northern Territory. He couldn't help but feel discouraged, "How can we fight this battle? They have so many people, and we have so few!"

This time, the Southern Territory army was dispatched in full force. In addition to the two group armies led by Earl McDonald and Earl Brutus, some small forces in the Southern Territory also formed small legions to go north, intending to get a share of the pie.

More than a dozen flags of various sizes were lined up in a row, looking particularly majestic and imposing.

This grand occasion only occurred seven hundred years ago when the Northern Territory joined the Orlantis Empire and the Southern Territory's standing legions entered the Northern Territory in a big way.

On the Riverrun side, the Third Legion was far away in the Wind God Fortress, the Second Legion was far away in Olenik, and only the First Legion and some local small troops were stationed in the homeland.

Although pegasus communication is extremely fast and can bring back high-level officials from all sides, the movement of legions is not so simple. It is estimated that they have just prepared their supplies and are rushing towards Riverrun.

As for the other Northern Territory earldoms, they have just received the news at this time, and I'm afraid the legions have not yet assembled.

Hearing Nane's words, Sixis immediately bared his teeth, "Fighting is a matter for us military generals. You civil officials just need to manage the logistics."

"Riverrun not only has humans, but also our Kobolds. The Kobold army can also block the evil Southern Territory people!"

Valery, Riverrun's chief craftsman, said, "I have already ordered Riverrun's major workshops to stop production and switch to producing guns and ammunition. Coupled with the inventory, we can arm 10,000 Kobold musketeers and 10,000 human musketeers this month."

His deputy, Viede Mage, who is mainly responsible for railway and train construction, said, "The rails to Star Tower City have been laid and can be opened to traffic at any time. It only takes one day for the Riverrun legions to go to the Star Tower City front line."

"If the Southern Territory people want to attack Riverrun, they must first take down the Gustav family. Hopefully, they can hold on for a while."

At this time, Soloviev Knight, who had rushed back from Star Tower City, said, "They won't be able to hold on for a few days. The Gustav family doesn't have many troops left. We can only hope that they won't flee at the first sign of trouble."

Strong didn't care, "With the Northern Territory Grand Duke here, the Brutus Legion won't pose a threat to us for the time being. As long as we block the McDonald Legion, don't be so nervous. Give me 10,000 musketeers and twenty field guns, and I can block them south of the Bark Mountains for a month."

Asa also gritted his teeth, "The Troll Legion can also go into battle first, guerilla warfare in the wild, hindering their march and helping Strong deploy the battlefield."

Everyone looked at each other and said to Strong and Asa, "Then thank you for your hard work."

With Strong and Asa as a guarantee, Rigolav's tone was much more relaxed, "A month is enough time for our main legions to return to defense, and other earldoms will also send some reinforcements. It is still unknown who will win this great battle."

At this time, Olivia, who had been quietly listening, stood up and said, "Everyone, Leo is not here, but I am still here, and you are all here. In that case, Riverrun will not fall apart."

"Riverrun is not Leo's Riverrun alone, it is also our Riverrun!"

"Riverrun is the Riverrun of the Riverrun people."