Warlord: King of All Clans

After returning to the valley where Leo was stationed, they reported the battle situation to Leo and waited patiently for the appearance of the third hyena hunting team.

Unfortunately, the gnolls were also very vigilant. Before the third hunting team got out of the gravel hills, the gnoll leader seemed to smell something unusual and led his people back to the wild boar's lair, hiding inside and refusing to come out.

They did not receive the news that the hunting team had been annihilated, but their innate sense of danger made them sense that something was wrong with the forest.

So they planned to stay in the nest and only send out a small number of scouts to patrol the surrounding area, waiting for the two hunting teams to come back and report the news.

"What now?"

Seeing the jackals on the opposite side who had noticed something was wrong and were hiding in their shells, Magna and the others began to get annoyed.

There are at least eight hundred people on the opposite side, while there are only more than four hundred people on our side.

If a head-on confrontation ensues, even if all long-range troops unleash their greatest lethality and achieve the most ideal results, they will still be rushed by an equal number of enemies.

There were only a hundred Hewan infantrymen. After their small shield formation was broken by enemies that outnumbered them by several times, the crossbowmen and archers behind them were simply unable to resist.

Even if we achieve final victory, not many people will be able to return alive.

"We can lure another wave," Leo said calmly. "The enemy doesn't know we are here yet, nor does they know our size. We can send out a small number of troops, just like last time, to lure some of the enemy into the valley and eat them up."

"No matter how many or how few people come, it is better than going to war directly."

"Then let's do this. Who will be responsible for luring the enemy?"

"Of course we appear weak. A team that is too strong will attract the entire Gnoll tribe."

As they were discussing this, everyone's eyes fell on Feisa.

Fesha looked around and felt bullied, so she jumped onto a rock, put on a "phoenix crown and red dress", spread her limbs, and tried hard to show off her tallness and beauty.

"Kobolds are not weak! Kobolds are the strongest! Kobolds are invincible! Woof woof woof!"

Leo could only comfort him: "It's not that you are weak, it's just that you look less threatening and can make the other side lose their vigilance."

He encouraged her again: "Fisa is smart and brave. Defeat the gnolls. You are the king of the kobolds!"

Feisa thought Leo was right and quickly wagged her tail. "Feisa is smart and brave, Leo is brave and smart! Smart and brave Feisa will lead the kobolds to defeat the terrible gnolls and become the king of the kobolds!"

Leo was startled and quickly explained: "I'm not asking you to defeat the gnolls, I'm trying to trick them here first so that we can defeat them together."

Last time in the crocodile swamp, Leo had seen Fesa's military command ability, and was afraid that she would act impulsively and lead the ogres to attack, eventually leading to the destruction of the entire group.

With Leo's encouragement, Fesa set out with her kobold troops.

Leo kept reminding Fisa like an old father, telling her not to attack the Gravel Hill rashly, not to use Explosion in advance, and not to believe anything the Jackal said.

Just fire a few volleys of arrows at the Gnoll guards, and if you see any enemies coming out to pursue you, run back into the valley.

Watching Leo send the kobolds out of the valley and watching them move forward with a worried look on his face, the remaining leaders looked at each other.

Magna stroked his chin and asked in confusion, "Why does it feel like I'm trying to trick a child into going to war?"

Vic had a different opinion, "But it's more like sending a silly girl out to study."

Everyone nodded and agreed with it.

Leo's silly daughter has her own ideas.

She led her troops to the forest near the gravel hills, stopped them, and then let out a wolf howl towards the boarman's nest.

“Woof woof woof! Awooo~~~”

The more than one hundred golden retrievers in her hands also howled in unison.

“Ouch~~~”

The sound of wolves howling echoed throughout the valley.

In the boarmen's lair, the vassal ogres were the most observant. A black-haired ogrell leader was knowledgeable and reported to the gnoll chieftain in a horrified manner in a grunt that the gnolls could barely understand.

"Woof woof woof, there are more than a hundred werewolves outside!"

The leader of the gnolls was also shocked. The fighting power of the werewolves far exceeded that of other tribes in the wilderness and was enough to rival the war wolves. Moreover, they were extremely intelligent, cunning, and good at sneak attacks in the dark night.

Jackals are no match for werewolves. No matter how many there are, they will eventually be hunted to extinction.

The black-haired dog-headed man leader thought the same and said, "Why don't we surrender?"

The gnoll chief was so angry that he hit him with a hammer. The poor black-haired dog-headed man died with his brain bursting after only being the leader for a few days.

The gnoll chieftain pricked up his ears, listening carefully to the howling of wolves outside, and heard the "woof woof" sounds mixed in.

It looked far into the distance and saw a group of golden-haired dog-headed men looming in the distant mountains and forests.

“Bullshit! They are a bunch of weak kobolds, your fellow tribesmen!” The gnoll chieftain cursed loudly, pointing at a familiar black-haired kobold. “You, go and persuade these kobolds to surrender. If they don’t surrender, I’ll kill them!”

After giving the order, it had a bad feeling, so it said to the wild boar leader next to it: "You go too!"

As a vassal of the gnolls, the new black-haired kobold leader was weak and had no way to resist. He could only lead more than a hundred black-haired kobolds and fifty or sixty boar hunters and head straight to the forest where Frasa was.

The survivors of these boar tribes, the powerful boar warriors had long been killed or injured, and only a few hunters were left. The rest were cubs, and they were constantly eaten by gnolls.

There are currently two tribes of wild boars in the wild boar nest. They are the weaker one, while the other one has hundreds of warriors and hunters, so they have more say.

Although there are several tribes of black-haired kobolds, they are all small groups of dozens of people. After being enslaved by the gnolls, they were forcibly merged into one tribe, and their numbers are getting smaller and smaller.

When Feisa saw the enemy coming out, she leisurely retreated for several miles before being caught up by them.

She stood on a high place, wearing a phoenix crown and colorful clothes, and activated her missionary ability again.

"I! Clever Fisa! The King of the Kobolds! I command you to submit to me!"

"Follow me! There's meat to eat!"

The missionary ability that is ineffective against humans is surprisingly effective against kobolds.

The black-haired dog-headed people looked at their fellow tribesmen opposite them and saw that they were all fat and strong, with excellent weapons, while they themselves were so hungry that their legs were trembling and they were as thin as dogs. They couldn't help but be tempted.

If you follow the gnolls, your people will be eaten every day, so it’s better to follow the ogre on the opposite side.

At least kobolds don't eat kobolds!

The boarman leader realized something was wrong and shouted angrily, driving the black-haired dog-headed men to attack Fesa.

Feisa continued to persuade him: "Kill them all and you can join my tribe! You can eat meat every day and not be eaten by others!"

Before the boarman leader could retort, several black-haired dog-headed men pounced on him and started biting him.

These gnolls are too primitive and don’t even have basic weapons. They are no match for the boar people.

But now that the fight had begun, they could no longer care about anything else. All the black-haired dog-headed men had murderous glares in their eyes and pounced towards the wild boar men around them.

The scene immediately became chaotic, with more than a hundred black-haired dog-headed men and dozens of wild boar men starting to fight.

Fisa pointed to the battlefield and said, "Shoot!"

All the Kobold guards had already loaded their crossbows, and they pulled the trigger immediately after hearing the order.

Some smart dogs stuck a heavy javelin into the ground, mounted a crossbow, and shot accurately at the boarmen not far away.

The stupid dog doesn't care who the target is, he only cares about the rate of fire and fire suppression.

Half of the crossbow arrows hit the wild boar men, half of them flew away, and some pierced through the bodies of the black-haired dog-headed men, taking their lives.

Dozens of wild boar men were entangled and bitten by the black-haired dog-headed men, and had no time to escape, and were all wiped out by Fesa's crossbowmen.