Warlord: King of All Clans

Leo, who was worried about Fraser, climbed up a big tree at the highest point of the valley and witnessed this amazing sight from afar.

Although he couldn't hear any sound and his vision was blurry due to the distance, Leo could roughly guess everything.

Who could have expected that the black-haired dog-headed man would turn against his allies at the last minute after just a few words from Fesa?

As expected of the son of the plane, the dog's body shook and a domineering aura emanated from it, making everyone who saw him bow down in worship!

Leo was just overjoyed when he saw the black-haired dog-headed people who had cooperated with Feisa to annihilate the wild boar people were immediately expelled by Feisa after paying homage to their new leader.

The black-haired kobold, who was abandoned in an instant, could only look back at Fesa every few steps and returned to the boarman's nest whimpering.

When Fisa returned to the valley camp, Leo angrily accused: "They have already surrendered and helped you annihilate the wild boar people, why are you still driving them away?"

One hundred more gnolls means one hundred fewer on the other side!

As one gained, the other lost, and the balance of victory tilted towards the river bend.

Feisha said indifferently: "I regret it."

Leo was furious, "How can you not keep your word!"

Feisa looked at Leo as if he were an idiot. She answered innocently, "I'm just a dog-headed man! Are you making things too difficult for me?"

Leo couldn't help scratching his head, and was speechless.

Yes, even humans who claim to be civilized are full of intrigue and deception. How can we ask a dog-headed man to be trustworthy?

Sure enough, as long as there is no morality, there will be no moral kidnapping!

And you said it so fluently, it must have been brewing in your mind for a long time!

Seeing that Leo was in the wrong, Fesa smiled as if he had stolen some dog food. "Woof woof woof! There are too few wild boar people and too many jackals. You haven't paid enough to become one of my people!"

Leo didn't know what Fesa was thinking, so he could only shake his head and sigh, and continue to urge the refugees to dig trenches in preparation for the final battle.

Leo took his anger out on the rest of the kobolds and ordered them to lay down their weapons and help the human refugees dig trenches.

These dogs were still playing happily, competing to see who could roll the farthest on the hillside, but they were confused when they received the order.

But not a single one resisted. They all jumped into the trench obediently and worked hard.

Dogbiter, Rio Mundo, the ruthless Harasao, is the commander of the coalition forces. The kobolds dare not disobey his orders.

According to the legends spread by the older generation of ogres, Leo has become a demon in the eyes of all ogres, the kind who will eat dogs without spitting out bones!

All of the Gnoll Guards were former miners, with far greater strength and endurance than the refugees. Each of them was like a small excavator, plowing deep trenches in the valley.

On the other hand, the black-haired dog-headed man led his people back to the wild boar's lair, and it was already getting dark.

The Gnoll Chieftain looked at the black-haired Kobolds coming back, and there was no golden-haired or wild boar man behind them. He could not help but shout angrily: "Where are the wild boar men? Where are the golden-haired ones?"

"The boar man is dead, and the golden-haired man is gone." The leader of the black-haired dog-headed men answered timidly.

"Idiot! Trash! Useless! I'll eat all your cubs tonight!"

The Gnoll Chieftain was filled with remorse, regretting that he had eaten too many Kobold cubs last night, which had caused his brain to become dull and led to wrong decisions.

Before the gnoll chieftain raised his chain hammer, the black-haired kobold lifted the barrel he had been holding in his arms, "The golden-haired one is unwilling to surrender, but he has presented a gift!"

The Gnoll Chief sniffed the barrel the size of a human head, picked it up and weighed it, only to find that it was sealed shut. He asked, "What is this?"

The black-haired dog-headed man pointed at a small hole in the barrel and said, "Baby! Big baby! As long as you light a fire from here, you can see your ancestors!"

The Gnoll Chieftain placed it on the barrel table, and all the Gnoll leaders came over to watch, wanting to have a piece of the pie.

Shamanism is also prevalent among the tribes in the wilderness, and everyone wants to see their ancestors and seek guidance.

Before the gnolls could figure out the trick, the black-haired dog-headed man had already raised the torch in public and moved in front of the small hole in the wooden barrel.

The next second, a shocking explosion sounded, blowing away the entire tent of the Gnoll Chieftain. The black-haired dog-headed man leader who lit the fire, and all the Gnoll leaders, were all sent into the sky.

Based on the advice provided by Leo, Fraser added iron bullets to the gunpowder barrel and converted it into a large grenade.

Dozens of grape-sized iron bullets splashed out, and the people around were directly blown to pieces.

The poor black-haired dog-headed man, who had only been the leader for half a day, was killed in the intrigues of the wilderness.

But he also used his life to win a future for his people.

The boarmen's lair was in chaos. After losing their leader, the gnolls cried and howled. The strong gnolls took the opportunity to stand up, calling on their supporters, and helped themselves to the throne of chief.

The remaining black-haired dog-headed men heard the noise, picked up their cubs, and started setting fires everywhere.

Then he took advantage of the chaos to escape from his nest, and following the scent left by Fraser, he headed straight for the valley where Leo was.

The new patriarch said that killing dozens of wild boar people was not much of an achievement.

They must make a big noise in the boarmen's lair, teach the gnolls a lesson and demonstrate their abilities, only then will the new tribe accept them.

The entire command system of the Jackals was sent into the sky, and the entire wild boar's nest was burned to ashes. This was quite a big commotion.

The black-haired dog-headed people fled happily, already imagining their bright future.

As long as they are given a piece of deer-horn cassava a day, are whipped less than a hundred times, and their cubs are not eaten, they will follow the new leader to the death!

The next morning, the fire in the boarman's lair was extinguished, and through continuous duels and murders, a new wolf chieftain emerged.

He led the gnolls who had lost all their property, as well as the remaining wild boars, and chased after the rebellious black-haired kobolds.

The huge mixed tribe that originally exceeded 1,100 people now has only half left, consisting of more than 400 gnolls and more than 100 wild boars.

Of course, cubs without hunting ability were never counted in the total population, and hundreds of wolf cubs were ruthlessly abandoned in the ruins of the boar man's lair.

After losing their food reserves, the werewolf tribe could not feed so many cubs and simply abandoned them.

If we track down the rebellious black-haired dog-headed people tribe and capture them, we can consider continuing to feed their offspring.

But the prerequisite is that the cubs are not eaten by wild beasts or starve to death first.

Nearly six hundred gnolls and wild boars rushed into the valley in a mighty force.

In addition to the gnolls all over the mountains, what greeted them were the wild folks vaguely visible in the woods, as well as a hundred human shield soldiers who were waiting in formation in the depths of the valley.

Although I don’t know the total number of the other side, it won’t be more than ours.

Any hesitation and timidity would only make his shaky position as chief even more precarious.

The new Gnoll Chieftain didn't have time to think, he just let out a war howl and ordered all his tribesmen to charge.

As the gnolls launched their charge, the Basaka longbowmen scattered across the forests also released their bowstrings.