Warlord: King of All Clans

Deep in the northern snowfields.

Countless undead remains piled up, cracked by frost and snow.

The deadly cold that can freeze everything prevents the remains of undead creatures from rotting, and under the influence of the aura of death, they can quickly stand up again.

However, most of the wreckage had been crushed into pieces by the terrifying force, and relying solely on the death energy dissipated by the Gate of Calamity, it would take at least five hundred years for it to gather into a combat form again.

At the northernmost part of the Morning Light Continent, a huge black gate stands on the ice field.

Star gates, wormholes, space-time rifts, and plane portals.

Every civilization has a different name for this kind of thing.

In the ancient scrolls of the elves, this gate to the polar ice field is called the Gate of Scourge.

Its existence lies between reality and illusion and cannot be destroyed by physical means—or the existing physical means are not advanced enough.

The undead energy that dissipates from it can condense into a consciousness composed of dead energy, just like the elves.

This kind of consciousness is full of desire to devour all living things and is the natural enemy of all living things.

It feeds on the souls of living beings, then manipulates all the corpses of living beings, transforming them into undead creatures, controlling them to continue invading the territory of living beings.

According to the records in the ancient elven scrolls, there is more than one plane portal in the Dawn Continent, but this is the only one that appears on the surface.

The other Demon's Gate closest to the surface is in a more miserable state. It is located in the mantle thousands of kilometers below the surface.

The demonic creatures that emerged from the demon plane, even if they were powerful enough, managed to survive deep in the earth.

Even if you dig upwards for another ten thousand years, you still won’t reach the surface.

In addition, there is the Void Gate, located in outer space of this planet.

A giant void creature with an endless lifespan has been floating quietly in outer space for tens of thousands of years, spying on this beautiful planet and praying for the day when it can return to the void plane.

Two thousand kilometers away from the Gate of Calamity, the deathly aura here began to fade, and Master Bobak was sitting cross-legged on the ice field.

In front of him was a hill made up of the corpses of countless undead creatures.

After the last frost dragon's head was smashed, the deathly aura of the Skeleton Hill faded away. Part of the corpse turned into black mist and dissipated, while the other part was cracked and frozen by ice and snow.

After defeating this wave of undead hordes, Master Bobak had a brief break and prepared to watch his favorite show.

He reached out and wiped the frost powder in front of him, revealing a mirror-smooth ice surface, then pointed with his finger.

The mirror made of ten thousand years of ice exudes a faint blue magic, outlining the battle situation in the entire northern border.

The most noteworthy thing, of course, is the confrontation between the human army of Frovald and the main force of the orcs.

In the magic's vision, two huge blue light balls were almost touching each other and could collide at any time.

But in the eyes of Master Bobak, these light balls were clearer, even clear enough to be seen individually.

His eyes fell on the town of Melesi, and he also saw Leo, the special light spot. He couldn't help but smile and said in his heart: "Let's go."

After saying that, he continued to watch the marching route of the Orc Wolf Cavalry, then frowned.

The wolf cavalry is the best off-road force of the mountain race. They can gallop between the mountains at high speed. The evacuation speed of the Isenbol Legion is like a snail in front of them.

In less than a day, the bloated human army was caught up by the wolf cavalry and blocked halfway to Frovald.

Master Bobak didn't want anything to happen to the young man he favored, so he grabbed a handful of frost powder and sprinkled it on the wolf cavalryman's head.

"Some fog."

Starting westward from the Orc Legion camp, avoiding the sight of human scouts, and advancing westward along a ridge of the Wolf-Driving Plain for a hundred miles, the Orc Wolf Cavalry climbed over a mountain pass and went around to the south.

It is only half a day's journey to the small town of Melesi.

The orc warlord rode on the back of a huge and burly wolf with a cruel smile on his face.

The cowardly human race had lost their courage and honor and were unwilling to fight outside the city, wanting to rely on the city to wear down the orcs.

But the small clans of orcs can bypass the human defense line and move south, forcing them to send troops to carry out a cleanup.

The wolf cavalry's excellent off-road capabilities, combined with the Orc high-level shaman's great insight, can easily strangle these troops leaving the city.

The price paid was nothing more than those useless small clans.

The orc warrior ordered the thousand wolf riders behind him to stop and rest, prepare to recover their strength, and then suddenly appeared outside the town of Melesi and dealt them a fatal blow.

At the same time, he ordered a hundred wolf scouts to go ahead and conduct reconnaissance to ensure that the enemy's movements were under control.

Less than five minutes after the Wolf Riders scouts left, fog suddenly rose up in the originally clear forest of the Wolf-Driving Plain.

The orc warriors didn't take it seriously at first, as the forests of the Wolf-Driving Plain were often humid and misty.

As a result, the beast tribe's already precious ox-horn bows had their lifespan halved in the Wolf-Driving Plains and were quickly consumed.

As a result, the current orc troops have almost lost their long-range weapons and can only rely on their vassal troll hunters.

In the past, the fog was not thick and would dissipate quickly.

But this time, the fog became thicker and thicker, to the point where you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

The orc general was secretly frightened and could only order his subordinates to gather together and defend by howling wolves until the fog dissipated.

Their shamans were too few in number and too respected to come along, so they were unable to deal with this foggy weather.

After applying some war fog to the wolf riders, Master Bobak stopped and no longer interfered with the battle between the humans and the orcs.

He treated all races living down the mountain equally and did not reject the orcs because of their barbarity.

It is natural for wolves to eat meat and rabbits to eat grass.

Besides, the orcs were driven out of the northern snowfields by the undead and entered the northern border in order to survive. In his opinion, they should be helped more than the humans in the north who occupied such a large territory.

If I have to take sides, I would stand on the side of the orcs and help them survive in the north.

Even the kindest saint cannot deprive others of their right to survive for any reason.

From a macro perspective of all major races, the resources occupied by humans have completely exceeded their needs.

Moreover, apart from the leader of the Order of Balance, the great Archdruid Chis'El, who cares about the coexistence of the races below the mountain, other elves actually hold an indifferent attitude towards the races below the mountain.

Just like the various animals in a forest park, if they are there, you can look at them; if not, just forget about them and it won’t interfere with your sleep or play.

It is already humane enough if we can roughly ensure their survival. What else can we do if a few of them are really bitten to death by other animals?

As the leader of the Savage Sect, Master Bobak's teachings do not conflict with the Balance Sect, but they emphasize the way of nature.

They intervene slightly to deal with overly powerful races and protect endangered races, but they do not dream of world peace.

The way of balance has its own operating rules. The elves should only check for omissions and fill in the gaps instead of dominating everything.

If the creatures of this world did not need a unified force to deal with the threat of plane invasion and replace the elves from positions that were not theirs, Master Bobak would not be willing to pay any attention to their petty quarrels.

Rubbing his sore arm, Master Bobak began to envy the life of his predecessor, Chisel.

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