Warlord: King of All Clans

The undead army, which had doubled in number, continued to move south.

As the vision continues to rise, the northern half of the northern snowfield has been completely shrouded in death, the withered land is spreading, and the undead creatures are rising and continuing to advance towards the south.

The illusion created by the demigod Bobak was so real that everyone could feel the biting wind, the chill that penetrated their bones, and the deathly energy that corroded their bodies.

Until the illusion ended, everyone was still immersed in fear.

The Duke of the North was the first to come to his senses. He left the army formation and approached Master Bobak. He asked in a trembling voice, "Master Bobak, has the Northern Snowfield really become like this?"

But the proud and reverent demigod was unwilling to pay attention to mortals.

The commander of the orc army, Barsalom, the chieftain of the Wolf Clan, drove the Wolf King under his mount into battle.

He said in a low voice: "Indeed, the northern snowfield is about to fall. Our people will lose their homes and have no choice but to move south and return to their homeland."

Those who entered the northern border from the northern snowfields were not only the orcs, but also their vassals and a large number of snowfield indigenous people, including various magical beasts, mammoths, woolly rhinos and other wild beasts.

Creatures that feel threatened by the aura of death will involuntarily migrate southward.

The Duke of the North wanted to ask him why he didn't send envoys into the North to discuss things with the human race, but he held back the words when they came to his lips.

If the news of the Undead invasion reached the North in advance, as the ruler of the human race in the North, he would most likely send troops in advance to strengthen the defenses of Aeolus Fortress and Olenik, completely blocking the orcs' way south, allowing them to resist the Undead's attack and buy time for the human race.

The demigod Bobak saw the two army commanders approaching and slowly transformed back into his human form.

Master Bobak, who is two meters and five meters tall, wears only a pair of animal skin shorts, revealing his muscular upper body with green stripes and huge deer antlers.

He explained: "I have temporarily blocked the source of the undead, but it won't last long. As for the scattered death energy, it can only reach the banks of the North Glacier River, but it cannot enter the North."

"But one day, my strength will be exhausted, and I won't have much time left for you."

Leo was also there, and he actually thought that it would be more effective if Master Bobak described the situation in a more dire way.

But obviously Master Bobak disdains to deceive and tells the truth.

In front of the rulers of the two tribes, Master Bobak acted much more domineering than usual. "So I'm very busy. You guys continue the peace talks. I want the results today."

The Grand Duke of the North and the Orc Commander were both startled, looked at each other, and bowed deeply to Master Bobak.

Then he went back to urgently dispatch the negotiation team and personally took them to conduct peace talks in the middle of the two armies in front of Master Bobak.

The elven demigod used the most powerful fighting posture and the most grand appearance, shocking the two races in one fell swoop.

He could have ignored the content of the negotiations and could have not helped either side, but he showed his intimidation in order to promote the peace talks.

When a hydrogen bomb hangs overhead, both sides of the war become much more civilized.

Seeing the two races' teams continue to talk, Leo couldn't help but whisper, "Master Bobak, why didn't you tell the world about the undead invasion earlier? And you are so strong, if you had stepped in to mediate the conflict earlier, many people from both races would have been saved."

Master Bobak shook his head and said, "It's useless. The elves have spent countless years proving that there is no possibility of peaceful coexistence among the races below the mountain. Unless we face the threat of the undead directly, we will fight in a few days."

"Why not let them fight until both sides are exhausted, and then I will step in."

"Do you believe it or not, if I turn around and leave now, this peace talk will probably be delayed again?"

"I believe..."

Leo had to believe it. The peace talks had been going on for so long, but the progress was very slow. Many of the terms were like a tug of war, being pulled back and forth.

Without the deterrence of the demigod Bobak, it is unknown how long this tug-of-war will continue.

"Besides, the northern snowfield is about to fall. The beastmen must have a piece of land to survive. If I don't rely on them to start a war and only rely on my persuasion, will the human race give up the land?"

Leo continued to remain silent, he was a member of the human race, if the orcs had not invaded on a large scale and things were not set in stone, he would not want to see the orcs settle in the north.

Just from the perspective of Hewan, the orcs in the northern snowfields thousands of miles away and Frovald five hundred miles away are completely different concepts.

Aeolus Fortress, Varanger, and Frovald are all military fortresses. The small towns of Ilanrado and Isenbol further south are both small towns with city walls less than nine meters high.

The distance from Frovald to Isenpol is 500 miles and the terrain is flat. There is no city to occupy and no strategic location to defend. Once the second racial war breaks out, as long as there is a problem with Frovald, Hewan will face a direct threat.

You must know that this time, it was Count Fruilov who first held Varanger for a year, and then the Grand Duke of the North personally sat in Frovald, and only then was the orc army able to be barely stopped.

But will the Grand Duke of the North be able to arrive in time for the next war?

But this is about the survival of the race. Master Bobak is not a human being, so he does not need to consider things from the perspective of humans. He cannot bear to see the orcs perish, so he does not help either side and watches coldly as the orcs move south, sparking a racial war.

Wait until the two tribes have fought to the point where neither side can hold on any longer, and then we can mediate.

These are not things that a small figure like Leo can influence. He is more concerned about when the undead will invade the North.

"You said that we can't hold out for too long. How long exactly?"

Just relying on the scattered tribes of the orcs and the feudal lords of the human race, if they want to establish a united front to resist the invasion of the undead together, this process will not be short.

Leo only hoped that Master Bobak could hold on until that day.

Master Bobak groaned for a moment, "Well, maybe just a few hundred years."

"???"

Seeing Leo about to roll his eyes, Master Bobak spread his hands and said, "But, I need to hibernate."

"My hibernation last year has been cancelled. If there is no hibernation time in the coming years, I will be very tired."

Well, that makes sense!

Office workers are still clamoring for a holiday every day. Master Bobak has already given so much for the creatures down the mountain that he even canceled his favorite hibernation.

If one day, Master Bobak feels too tired, he plans to go back to Trahill to sleep.

I accidentally slept for decades or even hundreds of years. When I came down the mountain, I found that the group of familiar little cuties had been eaten by the undead.

What else can he do? Should he commit suicide to apologize?

I can only cultivate the next wave of cute little ones.

Given the elves' style of doing things, it's not surprising that this kind of situation occurred.

Master Bobak has traveled in the human world for too long and has been influenced by too many habits of the races living under the mountains. He has become unlike a happy elf.

This is the luck of the race down the mountain, but this kind of luck has not always been there.

This kind of luck appeared a thousand years ago, but it was destroyed by the rebellious beastmen seven hundred years ago.

Having seen the barbarity and ignorance of the people living down the mountain, perhaps one day Master Bobak will choose to leave.