Warlord: King of All Clans

Most of these wolf cubs, who are in the molting period, have messy fur and bald spots, which makes them very ugly.

Only a small number of cubs have finished molting, and their fur becomes as colorful as a cheetah's. Their faces also begin to grow in a ferocious direction, resembling somewhat the terrifying jackals.

There were hundreds of them, all of which were caught by Fraser and brought back in several large baskets.

Fesa struggled to pick up a large backpack full of wolf cubs and ran to Leo to show off.

"Look! New Kobolds!"

Leo felt a choking sensation and shouted angrily, "It's a jackal!"

"Not a Gnoll! A new Kobold!"

Fraser was also very angry. She took an attacking stance, bared her teeth, and confronted Leo.

But after all, he lacked confidence and his eyes were very evasive.

She thought for a long time, and the imperial language she learned from Olivia and the little mouse finally came in handy.

Clever Fraser racked her brains and finally came up with a new word.

"They are vicious kobolds!"

Feisa swore, "Big dog-headed man! Fierce dog-headed man! Golden-haired dog-headed man! Black-haired dog-headed man! They are all my people since ancient times!"

Oh my god! You even brought out the Imperial Elegant Language in front of me!

Leo felt desperate because he was not as educated as Faisa and was powerless to argue with her.

At the same time, he became alert and realized that people cannot fight against dogs, otherwise they will lose at the starting point. Leo decided to remain calm.

So he raised his hands in surrender: "Ah, yes, yes, you are right! After all, everything can be dog-headed. Maybe I am one of your people too."

Fesha's eyes lit up, and her gaze roamed between Leo's blond hair and her own golden-haired kobold guard, trying to find something in common between them.

Leo shouted, "Get out!"

Feisa ran away in shame with the new tribesmen.

But at the same time, I was also very happy. As long as Leo didn't strongly object, it would be equivalent to tacit approval!

In fact, Leo could understand Fraser's childish and mischievous behavior very well.

The expansion of the population and the growth of its strength in the river bend deeply stimulated this clever kobold.

Although I don't have a clear idea of ​​what I'm worried about, I can't express it in words.

However, this sense of crisis caused by the inequality of power has always been lingering in Fesha's subconscious, driving her to work hard to expand her own tribe.

It was impossible to find a new kobold tribe in a short period of time, and the cubs were not born enough or growing fast enough.

Fraser had no choice but to come up with an innovative idea and classify other similar races as her own people.

Apart from this, she couldn't think of any other solution.

As the rulers of Riverbend, Urian and Leo both have good intentions towards the kobolds, but what if they were replaced by another leader?

For example, someone like Vicchi, whose family members were killed by aliens, and who holds great hatred towards all the tribes in the wilderness.

Or maybe a foreign lord would want to conquer and destroy the ogres to show off his bravery.

Moreover, the iron mines in the Gnoll Valley are the main source of income for the entire River Bay. Is it really true that no one is interested?

Compared to Urian and Leo who were worried about the change of ownership of the Gnoll Valley, Fesa was the one who was truly full of fear.

She could only try her best to expand her own strength, fight for the right to speak in Hewan, and improve her own status.

Bringing the wolf cub to show off in front of him was actually a way of seeking support.

After all, there are not many people supporting her, and Leo is the most powerful one.

But to some extent, what Fisa said was not without reason. Although the alien race in front of them was called jackals, their body shape and hair looked more like hyenas.

Rather than calling them jackals, it would be better to call them hyenas. It seems okay to call them a kind of dog.

After searching all over the mountains, the bodies of all the companions, both humans and dogs, were found and placed in rows in an open space in the valley.

The funeral was held in the evening. The cut and collected firewood and dead wood were piled into two huge bonfires, one for burning human corpses and the other for burning the corpses of dog-headed men.

In the North, cremation and burial go hand in hand. Those who have the conditions will be buried, and those who don’t will be cremated.

Conditional means there is a safe and stable settlement, without disturbance by large wild beasts or scavengers, and the settlement has its own cemetery where the dead members of the tribe can rest in peace underground.

Those who had no conditions were the nomadic or weak tribes, who were in danger of losing their lives and had nowhere to stay. Rather than letting their bodies be dug up and eaten by wild beasts, they would rather burn them.

Some skulls and thigh bones that were not burned cleanly would be smashed by the tribesmen to prevent them from being taken away by foraging wild animals.

Grinding bones and scattering ashes is not a bad word in the North.

In addition to cremation and burial, water burial is also popular in Stormfjord where Oleynik lives, and in the coastal Peshnik. The bodies of the tribesmen are wrapped like dumplings and thrown into the river or the sea.

This is completely different from the customs in the South, where only burials are practiced.

The bodies of the dead enjoy the same rights as the bodies of the living, and any act of disposing of a corpse is a serious desecration.

This was an evil ritual of pagans, and cremation was the primary method of executing heretics.

Although the River Bay Territory is currently capable of protecting itself, outside the peninsula, it is still the world of wild beasts and alien races.

After a discussion, several leaders decided to cremate him and only take the ashes back for burial.

At the funeral, Leo gave a brief speech and prayed, and all humans mourned silently.

The kobolds watched blankly from the side, smelling the sadness and meat in the air.

While drooling, I felt some unprecedented complex emotions.

Only the ogre thinks that there is something wrong with the human brain. It is a shame to burn so much meat in vain!

After the funeral and a night's rest, the troops set out for home.

Before setting off, Feisa stood on a high place and announced loudly to her people: "Smart Feisa, led the kobolds, and together with her allies and neighbors, defeated the terrible gnolls! She became the king of the kobolds!"

All the golden-haired dog-headed men and black-haired dog-headed men cheered together, and the whole valley was filled with the fanatical worship of Frasa.

After defeating the terrifying wild boar men last time, the kobolds, under the leadership of Fisa, once again united with humans to defeat the terrible gnolls!

Together with humans, we will kill the gnolls indiscriminately!

Humans, who were the main fighting force, were also very excited about this victory. The Wolf Fang barbarians avenged the destruction of their families, and the River Bend infantry resolved the threat of foreign invasion.

The refugee crossbowmen participated in this thrilling battle, witnessed the powerful military force of the River Bend Territory, and their sense of belonging was greatly increased.

Everyone was in high spirits and in a good mood.

But as adults, they were at least able to remain rational, suppress their emotions, and still maintain basic marching order.

The dog-headed man didn't care about all this and had fun and sang all the way.

The chaotic group of kobolds wandered around the main force, catching some mice or insects and giving them to their familiar human friends.

Some kobolds even cut off the heads of gnolls or wild boars, along with the fur on their backs, and made animal-head fur cloaks similar to the wolf helmets and bear helmets of the wild people.

Even before the blood had dried, he would put it on his head to scare his companions everywhere. Even though he was almost shot by the frightened companions, he still enjoyed it.

They sang the Kobold Song composed by the Kobold Shaman and written by Lord Fisa, spreading joy to every corner as they returned home.

"Kobolds are so brave! Kobolds are so awesome! Woof woof woof!"

"Dogs and humans, go to war together! Woof woof woof!"

"Ogres, good friends, never eat dogs! Woof woof woof!"

"The wild boar was beaten so hard that he cried for his mother! Woof woof woof!"

"Beat the jackal and go back to call daddy! Woof woof woof!"

Two days later, amidst the cries of dogs and with at least ten dogs lost, the River Bay Alliance finally returned home with all the spoils.