Warlord: King of All Clans

After figuring this out, Leo felt a little relieved, but the next second, he suddenly became alert and swung his sword behind him.

Amid the sound of metal clashing, an arrow that flew through the air was knocked away by him.

Leo broke out in a cold sweat, this hidden arrow was extremely tricky and at the same time powerful, comparable to the close-range heavy arrows shot by the wild hunters.

Being able to deflect hidden arrows depends 30% on the strength after extraordinary awakening, and 30% on luck.

The remaining four points were entirely due to the increasingly powerful spiritual power after the soul connection with Master Bobak.

When I was lying with Little Mouse and Olivia, I could even feel their dreams. It was like I was communicating with them in my dreams.

His combat instincts also grew stronger, far exceeding the level of ordinary low-level transcendents.

When fighting against ordinary River Bend infantry, they can even fight blindfolded.

Unfortunately, even after his spiritual power grew stronger, he still couldn't contact Master Bobak directly.

No matter how I call out to the other person in my heart, I get no response.

Freya said that Master Bobak was going to go deep into the northern snowfields to do something very important.

And Master Bobak once said that he was saving everyone.

Leo shouted a few times on the way and then gave up hope.

In fact, he both respected and feared Master Bobak, a great man, and was afraid that the other party would think he was too nosy.

At this time, a hidden arrow attacked, and Leo did not hesitate any more, picked up the little mouse and left.

The two archers who were lurking in secret had to draw their swords and step out to stop them.

Leo rushed forward, twisted his waist, and used the round shield on his back to block the archer's attack from the left.

At the same time, he slightly raised his left arm that was holding the little mouse and took a sword attack from the archer on the right.

He flipped his wrist and the sword swept across the opponent's neck.

The archer's sword cut through the bearskin shoulder armor on Leo's shoulder and the legion chain mail underneath, leaving a slight bloody wound.

The tip of Leo's sword also grazed the archer's neck.

It didn't penetrate deep into the flesh, just an inch.

Amidst the splattering of blood, Leo had already broken through the obstruction with the little mouse in his arms, jumped down a slope several meters high, landed on the stone wall below in a flash, and finally disappeared.

In the past, he would have definitely turned around and made a face with the little mouse, but today he let it go.

Escape, escape, escape.

Two days later, Leo and the little mouse broke through countless pursuits and obstructions, traveled day and night, and advanced more than 100 kilometers to the north.

He kept circumventing his pursuers, trying to sneak back to the south and hide in the courtyard, but he was discovered by his pursuers.

After killing several people and leaving some wounds, we had no choice but to continue heading north.

Getting farther and farther away from the atrium.

There were many wounds on his body. The round shield on his back was gone, his bearskin cloak was tattered, and his legionnaire's chain mail was full of holes.

The long sword in his hand was cut in half, and he used the broken sword to kill three people.

Some of the minor wounds had no time to be bandaged, and they opened and closed like a fish's mouth due to Leo's movements.

The little mouse that had been held in his arms was now held in his hands.

This undoubtedly further reduced the speed of escape.

"Leo..."

The little mouse tried his best to follow him, but was still caused to fall forward by Leo's staggering steps.

But she remained silent, staring at Leo. She stopped herself from saying anything when she was about to ask Leo to give up, and asked, "Will Freya be okay?"

Leo comforted her: "It's okay, she's very tough."

His steps became increasingly unsteady, and the simply bandaged wounds broke apart during his intense running, oozing blood continuously.

The blood flowed slowly from his body into his boots, causing them to creak when he walked.

Some blood also flowed down Leo's arm and into the palm of the little mouse's hand.

Leo hurried along, trying to keep his balance, while comforting the little mouse: "What day is it today?"

"Twelve days."

"That's quick, isn't it? Knight Norin promises that he can get back within half a month. Even if he can't find us at the river bend, he can just fly north."

"Leo..."

"Don't think we've been walking for so long. The Griffin Knights are very fast and can find us in a day!"

"Leo..."

"It's okay even if the Griffin Knight can't make it. We've already traveled nearly three hundred miles to the north. If we continue to travel northeast across the Wolf-Driving Plain, we'll soon reach Frovald. I'll take you to find your grandfather!"

Five hundred miles north of Isenpol is the main city of the Counties of Frelov - Frovald, and two hundred miles further north is the important military town of Varanger.

After the orcs invaded, the large army was blocked to the north of Varangle, and the number of troops kept increasing.

But the human race does not only have the army of Count Freilov. The other northern earl legions are also slowly gathering together.

Some of them went directly to Varangle, while others gathered in Frovald, preparing to defeat the orcs in one wave.

The Grand Duke of the North, Michael Odalov, also led his army in person and appeared in Frovald, sitting in the rear, ready to wait until the elite troops arrived before fighting the orcs.

But this news was from two months ago. No one knows what the situation in the north is now.

But these are enough to trick the little mouse into feeling at ease.

"Leo..."

The little mouse called out several times, watching Leo's steps becoming increasingly unsteady. Finally, he lost his balance and fell forward, rolling more than ten meters down the slope in front of him.

The little mouse stood on the slope and looked at Leo for a long time before slowly walking down the slope and squatting next to Leo.

She squatted quietly, pulling Leo's sleeve every one or two minutes to see if he would react.

Perhaps she was tired from squatting for too long, so she also lay down, squeezed under Leo's arm, and curled up into a ball.

Last summer, when the airship crashed, the little princess who was rescued by the Griffin Knight and the Rose Knight was killed or injured in an instant.

She escaped alone, but was immediately caught by the farmer who found her and sold her to a slave trader.

After changing hands several times, the last slave trader was attacked by horse bandits, the slave trading team was defeated, and she survived again by chance.

A man walked in a daze on the World Tree Avenue in the north. When he was hungry, he ate grass roots, tree bark and insects. When he was thirsty, he drank water from the mud puddles on the side of the road.

From a noble imperial princess, she became a lowly northern waif.

Her spirit was severely traumatized, her mind was blank, and she was living on the instinct of survival.

Not to mention the farmers who wanted to catch her to exchange for money for wine, even those relatively kind-hearted village girls and old ladies couldn't help feeling a little disgusted when they saw her rare black hair and black eyes.

No one was willing to help her.

When winter comes, life becomes even worse. Many times there is not even grass to eat, and insects have disappeared.

Finally, starving and freezing, she hid under a truck in the heavy snow in the north.

She imagined that she was living in a luxurious royal palace, with her gentle mother and serious but kind father by her side.

Lying in the mud waiting to die.

But in her dream, someone put her into a warm tent, someone fed her hot soup, and someone put a pair of hot thighs on her face.

Although it stinks, it feels warm enough when you hug it.

So she had a second father and a second life.

Now, this beautiful dream has finally come to an end.

The little mouse huddled under Leo's arm, smiling, and fell asleep peacefully.

This time, she no longer fantasized about the palace or her parents.

Instead, he imagined the warm riverside house, where Frasa and Freya were chasing and biting each other around the beams, sister Olivia was teaching a lesson to the little dog-headed man who had made an error, and Leo was lying on the floor drunk like Uriyan.

After sleeping for a while, the little mouse suddenly woke up.

Look up.

It started snowing heavily.