Warlord: King of All Clans

Before coming, Olivia had received instructions from Rigolaf and didn't listen to Strong at all.

"Riverbend can only send so many people. Fight if you can, retreat if you can't. We just need to hold the line. The Southern Territory also has Little Mouse; she will find a way."

"Send the battle report and have their news agencies publicize it widely. The Southern Territory is the Southern Territory, and the Northern Territory is the Northern Territory. We should mind our own business."

Strong's expression immediately wilted. "Then we can only take Crag Rock City."

At this moment, the conference room door was pushed open, and Olivia immediately kicked Strong's cow hoof.

Squatting on the ground, Strong immediately stood up, patted his butt, and regained his commanding dignity.

In front of outsiders, the Great House members still gave Strong a lot of face.

Hearing that Olivia had personally arrived at the front line, Asa and other generals rushed over upon hearing the news. A group of strange-looking alien races, big and small, hairy and hairless, filled the war room.

Asa took the lead and said, "Matriarch, Oslowden has just been conquered, and the city is still in chaos. You should quickly return to Riverbend to oversee things, lest the people become restless."

Olivia nodded and said, "I just inspected Weiland City and came to take a look on the way. I will return soon. Generals, you have all worked hard."

A group of generals quickly lowered their heads. "Not at all."

Olivia looked at Asa and said, "Asa, your clansmen have suffered heavy losses this time. After you return, carefully count the battle damage, and I will order the Lord's Mansion to allocate funds for compensation."

"In addition, I have brought ten carts of medical supplies this time, which will also be given priority to the Troll Clan."

The six-thousand-strong Troll Legion had only lost a thousand veterans. For the trolls, who were accustomed to casualties, this was far from being considered a heavy loss.

Hearing Olivia say this, Asa quickly bowed his head. "Thank you for your care, Matriarch!"

Olivia then encouraged the various "Great Kings" and legion commanders one by one before asking Strong, "How long do you say it will take to take Crag Rock City?"

Strong immediately perked up. "It depends on how the Matriarch plans to deal with the enemy. If we only need to capture the city and drive out the Southern Territory people, it won't take three months."

"But if we want to annihilate the enemy army completely, it will take a year to prepare."

As soon as Strong said this, Asa and the others looked at each other, their back muscles tensing.

The Riverbend soldiers, both new and old, totaled only twenty thousand. Even if more recruits were conscripted, they would still be less than thirty thousand when Earl Herman and the Wind God Fortress's musket legions arrived.

Crag Rock City was the border fortress of Earl Gustav's territory and a formidable city. Now, the entire Western Route Army of the Southern Territory had retreated into it, and the city defenses were even more complete than before.

If they really wanted to annihilate the enemy, who knows how many more clansmen would have to die.

The generals present were all worried, but no one thought Strong was boasting.

Fortunately, Olivia also had her own opinions and decisively refused. "Then let's use cautious tactics and just take Crag Rock City. Let the Southern Territory army return, lest there be too much bloodshed."

"The Southern Territory people and the Northern Territory people are all people of the Empire. If the men die, how will their parents, wives, and children live?"

Hearing the Matriarch's arrangement, Strong no longer hesitated and bowed his head with the generals. "Yes, Matriarch."

After speaking, Strong looked at the werewolf leader Akhan. "Akhan, it's your turn. Act according to the plan."

Earl Gustav's territory was the region with the strongest Holy Light faith in the Northern Territory, and Oslowden City was the headquarters of the Northern Territory Holy Light Church.

In addition to the Northern Territory Holy Light Cathedral, there was a district church in every neighborhood, a total of twenty-four.

In comparison, the Ancestral Temple seemed cramped and located in a remote area.

Olivia closed her eyes and, after a full ten minutes, suddenly struck the Holy Light Staff in her hand.

"Holy Light Blessing."

The golden crosses on top of all the Holy Light Cathedrals, large and small, in Oslowden City, all erupted with Holy Light magic.

The soft golden light fluttered, enveloping the entire city, and everyone's diseases, pain, and uneasy emotions were rapidly dissipating.

After emptying her body of magic power, Olivia returned to the carriage and intertwined her fingers, her eyes helpless.

"Leo, you rascal…"

Striving to stabilize her emotions, Olivia regained the grace of the Riverbend Matriarch and said to the leader of the Matriarch's Guard, "Next stop, Star Tower City."

The industrial base of Star Tower City was still under expansion.

The war in front had somewhat affected the production of the industrial base. After a large number of skilled kobold miners and foremen left, there were only tens of thousands of unruly wilderness kobolds and ogres left.

Fortunately, the war was short. Fisha not only brought back her clansmen, with their numbers undiminished, but also had two thousand more Southern Territory prisoners.

These prisoners were all good, strong laborers. Although they were not as useful as the skilled Riverbend laborers, they could still provide a lot of productivity.

After the kobold army returned, they reluctantly handed over their muskets, picked up their small iron picks again, and led the prisoners back to the Red Mountain Fortress mining area.

Fisha led the personal guard, driving the Holy Light tanks and steam tanks around the Red Mountain Fortress mining area, and immediately all races fell silent, and everyone honestly devoted themselves to production.

In the dungeon of Star Tower City, Earl Tyron sat at a wooden table, silently drinking wine.

As a Southern Territory Earl and legion commander, Earl Tyron received the due preferential treatment of an imperial noble even after being captured.

He had a separate cell, a clean bedroom, a private washroom, and good meals three times a day.

Sitting in the clean bedroom, Earl Tyron was still reviewing this defeat.

The news of Earl McDonald's defeat had also been transmitted, and he believed that it would not be long before the two of them could become neighbors.

Thinking of his depression, Earl Tyron couldn't help but angrily say, "What exactly is going on with Riverbend? With a population of less than a million and a rise of less than ten years, without even an Earl's main city, how can they have such cohesion?"

"Don't their muskets need craftsmen to build them? How can even kobolds hold guns? Where does the ammunition come from?"

"My territory also has a population of one million and four cities. Why is it so different!"

Earl Tyron was the second largest Earl in the Caroline Province. He had come to the Northern Territory to make a fortune with Earl McDonald, but he did not expect to be so quickly defeated.

His mutterings were heard by the guards outside, who couldn't help but sneer.

"The backward Southern Territory people are still indulging in feudal nation-building. They don't know how to reform the production system and improve productivity. How can they not be backward?"

Earl Tyron was stunned when he heard this. He only felt that the other party's tone was confident, as if he had seen through everything, and couldn't help but ask for advice. "What do you mean by this?"

(Feeling unwell, only one update today, taking a rest!)