Warlord: King of All Clans

The newly joined wasteland kobolds, led by the riverbank kobolds, frantically scavenged for spoils on the battlefield.

In their eyes, swords, spears, shields, firearms, broken iron armor, bloodstained clothing, and even a mouthful of dry food from the enemy's pockets were all excellent spoils.

Kobolds are generally mediocre in direct combat, but as auxiliary soldiers, they are simply all-rounders.

By the end of the day, the enemy's corpses were stripped bare, and the spoils piled up like mountains.

Some kobolds, overly excited, hadn't rested properly for days and nights. While scavenging, they collapsed and fell asleep, almost being mistaken for corpses and burned in a pile.

Meanwhile, the riverbank soldiers led by Solovi were responsible for escorting prisoners and deploying a portion of their forces to defend against unexpected attacks.

In the open space of the legion's camp, rows of wounded kobold soldiers lay, and the emergency medical team that came with the riverbank soldiers was giving them first aid.

Besides the three thousand kobolds who died in battle, most of the remaining kobolds were injured.

The riverbank kobold musketeers could still pull the trigger before the enemies approached and then dodge the attacks, but many of the newly joined wasteland alien races didn't even have weapons and could only charge into melee combat.

The elite warriors of the Southern Territory were not to be trifled with either. Sword slashes and spear thrusts basically meant serious injuries.

It was only because the kobolds had tenacious vitality, and were small, agile, and nimble, that the number of deaths didn't double.

Therefore, after the battle, a large number of wounded soldiers with severed hands and feet were carried out and lay on the ground, wailing.

The riverbank soldiers took out their first aid kits and bandaged them to stop the bleeding.

The wasteland alien races were particularly hostile to humans, and when they saw them approaching, they bared their teeth and became vigilant.

Fortunately, their intelligence was much higher than that of beasts. Under the comfort of the riverbank kobolds, they knew they were being rescued, so they endured the pain without saying a word, and did not run away or suddenly attack.

The riverbank kobolds inside were even more well-behaved. Although they were whimpering in pain, they immediately wagged their tails to greet the riverbank soldiers when they approached.

"Woof woof woof! Human good friend, I only broke my tail, I can still mine!"

"Me too, I only broke one leg, but the Queen said I can still raise pigs, don't throw me away!"

The riverbank soldiers responsible for the treatment couldn't help but lighten their movements, and the contempt for the alien races deep in their eyes slowly disappeared.

The soldiers of the Riverbank Legion were all carefully selected Riverbank citizens. Although they had been exposed to Riverbank culture for a long time, the contempt for alien races and the weak ingrained in their bones could not be completely eliminated.

The army was originally a violent institution, and soldiers bullying the weak was the norm. The Riverbank soldiers might not oppress their own kobolds, but they couldn't be said to treat them equally.

But in this battle, the Riverbank soldiers chased the kobold army all the way, and after days and nights, they could only see the traces left by the fierce battle along the way, but they could never keep up with their pace.

Tens of thousands of kobold soldiers, lightly armed and quick-moving, enduring hunger, managed to fight three battles in a row before they arrived.

Even if the Riverbank soldiers encountered such casualties and defeats, they would not be able to regroup overnight and charge again.

A Riverbank soldier took the initiative to talk to a kobold for the first time in his life, "What's your name?"

The kobold wounded soldier in front of him, whose stomach had been ripped open by a sword, immediately forgot the pain, "I used to be called A'Wang. There were fifteen A'Wangs in our work shed, so now I'm called Number Zero Three Zero One Two Six! You can call me Two-Six Wang!"

As he spoke, he took out a pile of bloody ears from his pocket, "Human good friend, my spoils, I'll give them to you."

The Riverbank soldier smiled and took the ears of these Southern Territory soldiers, and took out a few paper-wrapped candies from his arms, "Here, Two-Six Wang, these are for you. Remember to look for me when you go back to Riverbank."

The battle on the Star Tower side was basically over. Knight Solovi's troops were too few to take advantage of the situation to attack, so he could only take the prisoners and spoils back to continue defending.

According to the original plan, Knight Solovi led a small number of troops to defend Star Tower City until the Riverbank main force returned to support, which would be considered completing the goal.

This goal was not difficult, but the price was giving up most of the territory outside Star Tower City.

Once the Tyron Legion arrived at Star Tower City and blocked the Riverbank army in the city, not only would the villages and towns along the way be looted, but the industrial base behind Star Tower City would also be affected.

Therefore, this time, the kobold army did suffer heavy casualties, but in exchange for the peace of the 100,000 people in Star Tower City, and the normal operation of the Riverbank industrial base.

On the Oslowden City side, Asa led the troll legion to defend the city, and Romon led the human legion to quell the unrest in the city.

Strong led his personal guard straight to the Earl's Mansion, imprisoned all the nobles in the dungeon, and extensively searched the Gustav Earl's Mansion for records.

More than a dozen kobolds, goblins, orc lads, and human clerks were holding records beside him, searching for information about the McDonald family.

The Gustav family and the McDonald family were separated by the Fabados Mountains and had been fighting each other for hundreds of years.

The Gustav Earl's Mansion's records contained a large amount of information about the McDonald family.

Especially in the last ten years, the current McDonald Earl, Orlando McDonald, had invaded the Gustav Earl's territory three times in a row, plundering a large number of villages and towns.

As a result, the once-powerful Gustav family had become a sick tiger that anyone could bully.

But McDonald's invasion also left a lot of information, allowing Strong to familiarize himself with the enemy's true combat strength and the commander's style of using troops in advance.

Godwin and Romon took care of military affairs and came to Strong's garrison, only to see the ground full of records and several marching route maps.

Godwin was also a famous general, and he could tell at a glance that these were the marching routes of the McDonald Legion's first three invasions of the Northern Territory.

On Strong's desk, there were also the locations of battles between the two sides over the years, records of victories and defeats, and the extent of casualties.

Godwin looked at it for a while and couldn't help but say to his disciple Romon, "See, study hard."

"Yes."

Asa was also nearby, but she couldn't understand it after looking at it for a long time.

Not everyone can deduce the commanding ability and style of using troops of enemy generals through record logs.

Asa finally recognized the reality and knew that her commanding ability was not even a general, but only a military enthusiast.

Watching Strong and Godwin talking in low voices, Romon and a group of military staff could only occasionally interject a word, Asa muttered to herself: "What a bovine Wolong, a canine Fledgling Phoenix, having one is like having the world."

That's right, the Holy Light Church has an orchestra and a choir to accompany them when they read scriptures and pray. Playing the gong and drumming is the lowest-level responsibility among them.

Because the frequency of playing the gong and drumming is the lowest, it is only used to wake up distracted listeners during pauses between reading scriptures and preaching.

Leo's level of playing the gong and drumming was good, and he worked hard at reading scriptures and chanting. In just one month, he was promoted from the lowest-level handyman to a formal employee of the orchestra.

The young monks inside the Holy Light City were all simple and cute, and quickly regarded Leo, who was experienced, eloquent, and had strong fists, as their boss.

Seeing Leo thriving in the Holy Light City, the Holy Light Pope couldn't sit still.