Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The chief of the Frost Forest Clan showed murderous intent and anger, which frightened the messenger. It took him a while to respond, and he waved his hand tiredly to let the messenger in.

He didn't need to think to know what the messenger wanted to tell him, which cavalry lost its response, and which one

"Someone died on the way here again?"

The anger that had just been extinguished here rose again.

Damn, they usually have the right to plunder others, but they were attacked in this place? In the grassland where they are most suitable for development?

The scale is so large that he has already suspected that someone has set a trap specifically for them.

Reports of injuries are pouring in like snowflakes.

Even the worst times in previous years have not brought as much loss as the report he received ten days ago. Two of the five passages into the Savage Plains have been completely crossed out.

Impassable, unknown situation.

The only information brought back was brought by a scout, who shouted like a madman on a fast horse.

"Trees! All trees! The trees are alive!"

Then he fell into a long coma and has not woken up until now.

Two of their shortcuts to enter the Savage Plains are long roads opened out of the forest.

If they were the legendary tree monsters, this could barely explain why they were so badly injured.

Such a large loss can be said to be caused by the clans tearing each other apart, but when they communicated with each camp, they found that their situation was exactly the same as theirs.

Scouts have discovered hundreds of mercenaries of different structures cruising on this plain. They are all well-equipped, but hostile to each other. This plain seems to have suddenly become a battlefield full of traps.

The messenger sent to contact the elders also brought back their latest information.

‘Proceed as usual. ’

The clan leader had to suspect that this was a conspiracy they were carrying out. These old men from the old royal court no longer had any courage after the death of the last Khan. The resources brought back by a small group of cavalry hunting were not enough to fill the gaps in their teeth. But they were asked to organize everyone to launch an expedition in their name.

They were reluctant.

These old men from the old royal tent had been scared by the Central Plains people.

He had taken people there, and those Central Plains people were nothing big, and nothing could withstand the Frost Forest Giant Wolf Cavalry.

He firmly believed that it was time to launch a great plunder.

If it weren't for the joint pressure from several major clans, these old men would probably not even let them participate in the ceremony of selecting the Khan.

They were nominally hunting this time, but in fact they were signing blood contracts with various monsters in the Savage Plains, which was also the key to the king's ability to dominate.

They used their unique magic, runes and blood to sign blood contracts with the monsters after defeating them.

After signing the blood contract, they could control the legendary monsters.

Then the real Khan was decided.

Some people who didn't know anything thought they were simply hunting to find the winner.

The chief of the Frost Forest Clan was thinking in distress. Thinking about such things was too difficult and torturous for him.

At this time, the infantry Ji Lin, who was still hunting various monsters, did not expect that the original dozen clans had been put in by the system, and the lords killed them within 20 days, leaving only the three with the strongest soldiers and horses. The other clans chose to retreat in time, and some clans might not even have soldiers left after retreating.

They did not consider what the system said about joining a certain clan, and killing them directly when they were caught. In just 20 days, the area controlled by the clans was reduced to a 50-kilometer area centered on the camp, and this was still the credit of their ferocious wolf cavalry patrols.

The clans even received reports of dragon sightings. They scoffed at them. How could such a mythical creature from legend appear around them? Until one day, a red dragon passed through the clouds above all of them. It was young in size, but it was also a dragon.

The entire Savage Plain changed in just a few dozen days.

The Frost Forest Clan had 1,200 giant wolf cavalrymen, who were the absolute main force of the Frost Forest Clan.

Although the entire Savage Plain was large, this part of the plain seemed to have suffered a locust plague. These mercenaries plundered the plains in groups more cleanly than the nomads, and the remaining monsters that were not hunted were the toughest of the tough.

The clans also made attacks, but the force composition of each wandering group was different, and they were all tough, and it was difficult to wipe them out without concentrating the forces. The clans themselves are an extremely scattered alliance. Except for the orders of the Great Khan, they neither listen to the orders nor the announcements.

It is extremely difficult to get them to work together to encircle and suppress.

They have succeeded in encircling and suppressing a few people alone, but they have suffered heavy losses each time. These people have a feeling of dying rather than surrendering when fighting, and they can't capture any prisoners at all.

This kind of rapid elimination should be very suitable for the fighting mentality of these clans, but this time the speed is too fast, making everyone feel overwhelmed.

Eliminate the weak.

Select the strong.

This is their code.

They need to move inward, and those small clans are the victims of their plan. After losing a large number of young people, they will eventually have to merge into their large clans.

By integrating all resources, the power of the large clans will be unprecedentedly strong, and they can launch a large-scale plunder.

But now people are fleeing and scattering, who can help them advance?

You can't let your clan members bleed.

"Clan leader, someone wants to see you from the outside. Yes, those legions wandering outside say they can join us."

The Frost Forest Clan leader stopped, as if he knew how to solve his problem of insufficient manpower.

"Let him in."

The long-eared man in green clothes walked in and looked at the huge figure sitting at the top of the tent.

And the other party also cast his eyes on him.

These long-eared men are very good at fighting. He knows that he has seen that they are even more accurate in archery than the clan's strong boys.

He slowly opened his mouth.

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

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"Drink slowly, there's more broth."

Ji Lin dragged a remnant out of a pile of corpses to drink broth for himself. There were eight remnants like him. When Ji Lin went to find them, this small scout unit was surrounded and killed by a team of ten horse archers.

The horse archers relied on their horses and approached within 120 range to continue their harassment tactics.

Of course, they were shot by muskets and crossbows. If it weren't for the shock cavalry, Ji Lin would not be afraid. How could the horse archers dare to fight with muskets and crossbows with such a short range?

He was more curious about what these scouts who were dressed like nomads were doing here, so he brought them back to the camp.

These broths are boiled with wild vegetables and giant deer meat. The taste is slightly bitter, but it tastes good when paired with air-dried deer meat. Although it is called the Savage Plains, the biological resources are unexpectedly rich, with various wild animals and a small amount of edible wild vegetables.

They have changed their combat strategy in the past 20 days, choosing a small valley that is easy to defend and difficult to attack as their stationing point, and covered it with a large amount of vegetation. If the steam spider continues to maneuver over long distances, it will be directly scrapped due to insufficient spare parts.

He used this small valley as a base to start clearing the monster infantry that was previously displayed on his map, with the premise of saving ammunition exchange rate as the highest. The principle of replenishing once every 30 days is really a great test of the lord's resource allocation ability.

If he had horses, he could carry several times the resources he has now.