Warlord: King of All Clans

Based on Leo's understanding of Master Bobak, he will not give up the living beings of this continent easily, so it is very likely that he was just joking about hibernation.

The real reason is whether the race below the mountain is worth his continued salvation.

The lifespan of elves is ten times longer than that of the races living down the mountain. Demigods are said to be immortal, and even if that is a bit exaggerated, they are definitely longer-lived.

He could stand alone at the gate of natural disaster and might last a hundred years or even a thousand years.

But this is not his job. The elf demigod also has his own life, and his goal is not to guard the polar ice field day after day.

Seeing that Leo understood what he meant, Master Bobak said, "The Gate of Calamity cannot be destroyed. The dissipated death energy is like a tide. Every thousands of years, a torrent of destruction will appear. The last time, it was the teacher of the Elf Lord Qis'El, the ancient demigod Idel, who sacrificed himself to temporarily seal the Gate of Calamity."

"But not every time, there will be an elf demigod who will sacrifice himself to protect the races down the mountain from natural disasters."

He looked at Leo and said, "So, work hard. Before the next natural disaster comes, unite and strive to have enough strength to resist it."

Leo met Master Bobak's gaze and couldn't help but shrink his head, not daring to look him in the eye.

Don't look at me when you say this!

You should talk to the Duke of the North!

Although Leo had some sense of superiority as a time traveler, he had fantasized about unifying the world and having a harem of three thousand concubines. He had the same beautiful dream as every other time traveler.

But he was also very self-aware and knew that these were just pipe dreams for a layman like him.

To be honest, if the external threat was not becoming increasingly serious, he would rather hide in the River Bend Territory and be a comfortable little lord, rather than running out and shouting for war.

It would be great if you could survive, grow and become stronger, and one day establish your own territory and protect yourself.

As if knowing what Leo was thinking, Master Bobak's eyes fell on the Northern Duke who was in the negotiation.

"The Duke of the North is also a good candidate, but if I support him in unifying the world, what do you think he will do first after he succeeds?"

Leo thought about it and gave the correct answer: "Divide the world?"

Not to mention other races, just the human race, the feudal lord system has not yet reached the point of collapse. If you dare to deprive the noble lords of their land, they will dare to rebel directly.

Therefore, if one does not want to perish in the second generation, one can only continue with the old path of feudal fiefdom.

If other races are included, true unification is simply a fantasy, and it would be good enough to have a United Nations framework.

"Yes." Bobak nodded helplessly. "In the past two hundred years, I have walked down the mountain and have seen many young people full of vitality. Unfortunately, they are limited by the times and cannot break free from the cage of aristocratic thinking or the shackles of feudal culture."

"In the end, he is just a great lord."

His eyes fell on Barsalom, the leader of the orcs who was arguing fiercely with the Duke of the North. "In fact, the most suitable candidates to unify the world are the orcs. They are strong, simple-minded, and honest by nature, so Chis'el chose them as the base and wanted to unify the races under the mountain."

Leo could hardly believe his ears. Orcs are kind by nature?

Looking at the orcs with green faces, fangs, bloody mouths, and their habits of killing, looting, and cannibalism, Leo could not put the label of "simple by nature" on them.

"The orcs you see now are indeed barbaric and cruel, but they were not like this in the past. They did betray Chis'el, but it took at least three hundred years. If it were humans, how many years do you think it would take? Fifty years? A hundred years?"

Leo had to admit that human beings were indeed so despicable. If someone knew that his superior was a good guy, it would be hard for him not to want to replace him.

If the emperor of the Orlantis Empire was as kind, benevolent and friendly as the Grand Lord of the Middle Court, Qisiel, the empire would probably have collapsed before the unification of the three realms.

The human rebels took advantage of him and laughed at his stupidity.

In comparison, the orcs, who have been developing quietly under Chisel for three hundred years, are indeed much more reliable than humans.

Even now, there are only seven earldoms in the North, and they are scheming and fighting each other, but the hundreds of clans of the Orcs have formed a legion and marched south, and have not collapsed until now.

Those small orc clans would rather starve themselves than not supply food to the main force of the legion. On the one hand, it is because of the high-pressure rule of the superior tribe, and on the other hand it is because of their innate obedience.

This natural instinct to obey is called slavery by humans, so people are born slaves.

The troll clan, which was also oppressed, started to become independent once they got the chance, disregarding the survival of the entire Orc Alliance Legion.

Bobak said with emotion: "There is no doubt that humans are the smartest race and the most outstanding creatures on this continent. Whether it is their intelligence or their talent for cultivation, even the elves envy them."

"Elves have been immersed in the magic spring since childhood, enjoying the best training environment, but it takes at least a hundred years to enter the holy level. But the geniuses among you humans only need a few decades in the barren mountains."

"The Saint-level wizard Runadov of Ancestor in the Northern Territory was a young man like you more than a hundred years ago. Now he is the strongest man in your Northern Territory."

"It's a pity that they didn't use their talents in the right way. Their intelligence and talents were all squandered by greed and desire."

Leo had also heard from Freya that elves were born extraordinary creatures, and that eating and sleeping were their forms of cultivation, but their advancement speed was actually slower than that of humans.

Even if humans are promoted to the Saint level, their lifespan is less than three hundred years, so most of the Saints stay in seclusion, thinking about how to become gods and achieve immortality.

Elves never consider these things. Individual strength always comes after interests and hobbies, and individual strength is not used to determine superiority or inferiority within the race.

Lord Chisel and Master Bobak are respected by the elves because their personal hobbies are more unique, not because their individual strength is greater.

So what if you are a demigod? If you lose a game of checkers, you will still be laughed at.

Seeing that the topic was getting serious, Master Bobak smiled and said, "Don't be too stressed. Whether it's racial conflict or the invasion of the undead, they are far from your current position. Just continue to develop slowly in the river bend. As long as you have a clear conscience, it will be fine."

"I had a clear conscience, but after what you said, I can no longer feel guilty."

After chatting for a while, Master Bobak remembered the Elf Queen's question and asked, "Why didn't you bring Freya with you when you went out to fight?"

"Ah?" Leo was stunned. "Isn't this inappropriate?"

"Why not? I brought her down the mountain to train her so that she could hone her courage and experience life and death. Otherwise, wouldn't it be enough to just send her back to High Garden?"

"Freya's mental development is retarded. If this continues, when will she be able to inherit my Savage Cult?"

Leo slapped his thigh, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

At last he asked angrily: "Why don't you bring it yourself?"

I've raised it for more than 20 years, but it can't even hunt, let alone fight!

Master Bobak answered confidently: "I am an elf, I can't bear it."