Warlord: King of All Clans

"run!"

Without a second thought, Leo picked up the little mouse and ran away.

The individual strength of the troll headhunters is similar to that of low-level human transcendents, and with the advantage of height, they can even crush the opponent secretly.

Even at his peak condition, Leo was already struggling to deal with a Troll Headhunter.

What's more, he was injured and holding a little mouse in his arms.

When the troll headhunters discovered the human traces, they howled and dived into the forest, chasing after Leo.

In some ways, they were more afraid than Leo.

This place is far beyond Varanger and deep in the heart of the Wolf-Driving Plain, less than a hundred miles away from Frovald.

If humans discovered the trolls and brought their armies over, these small hunting tribes would have no way of resisting.

So they pursued them more vigorously than they hunted foreign races and wild beasts.

Leo had only run a few hundred meters when he heard the wind behind his head. He suddenly lowered his head and turned sideways.

A headhunting spear with an obsidian tip flew past his shoulder and stabbed deeply into the big tree in front of him.

Although this polished stone tool has various shortcomings, its sharpness is no less than that of steel and can easily break the flesh and blood of prey.

The troll headhunter's terrifying arm strength is enough to ensure its power, making it as powerful as a human's crossbow.

In order to avoid the spear, Leo lost his balance for a while, staggered and slowed down for a few seconds before he maintained his body shape.

In just a few seconds, three headhunting spears flew over again, but they were also nailed to the tree.

If Leo hadn't rolled behind the big tree, he would have been pierced into a sieve.

There were too many obstacles in the mountains and forests, and the hit rate of long-range weapons became extremely low, and the trolls' javelins missed one after another.

Leo didn't dare to leave the forest and could only go deeper into it.

Behind him, a huge griffin suddenly rushed out from the cliff.

The powerful headhunting spear hit the griffin's wing, causing the same injury as an ordinary person being shot in the arm by an arrow.

Although it lost its balance for a moment and fell off the cliff, it still spread its wings and glided out dangerously before hitting the rocks.

The griffin knight in golden armor and red robe barely managed to steer the injured griffin to fly up the cliff, and then they rolled to the ground together.

The young griffin knight rolled seven or eight meters on the ground before adjusting his body and standing up, immediately throwing out the three-meter-long halberd in his hand.

The golden enchanted halberd shot out and instantly pierced a troll headhunter through.

The terrifying force carried the Troll Headhunter to continue flying, nailing it firmly to the tree. The tip of the halberd even showed through the other side of the tree.

Griffin Knights, each one is a level three transcendent!

The griffin knight who lost his halberd was immediately surrounded by the remaining troll headhunters.

But he did not panic. He calmly drew his sword and faced the enemy.

As long as we can divert the enemy's attention and save Her Royal Highness the Princess, it will all be worth it.

The griffin behind him also turned over, and used its eagle beak to tear off the headhunting spear on its wings. It spread its wings and fanned the wind, making an angry cry and preparing to pounce.

Extraordinary knights are not only powerful riders, but their mounts also have combat capabilities. This is what makes them so terrifying.

The dragon-scale horses of the Wind Knights, the unicorns of the Rose Knights, and the griffins of the Griffin Knights are all mid-level magical beasts that are stronger than the wargs.

But there are more than just a few troll headhunters in the mountains and forests, there are even more nearby.

Amid the howling sounds, the figures of trolls kept appearing from the forest and running towards this side.

Compared to low-level humans, the troll headhunters are undoubtedly the real kings of the jungle. The wild hunters are nothing more than apprentices in their eyes.

The fleeing Leo was soon caught up by a troll headhunter.

The headhunter had thrown all his headhunting spears but had not caught any prey. He roared in anger, drew the hand axe from his waist and pounced forward.

His pair of fangs were a foot long, almost touching his forehead. His dark green skin had a frosty white tint and was smeared with white mud battle patterns, making him look particularly ferocious.

It is said that trolls have the ability to change color, and will gradually change their skin color according to the environment.

This troll obviously came from the northern snowfields. The frost white on its body gradually faded and turned into the dark green of the Wolf-Driving Plains.

Perhaps it was because it had started snowing in the Wolf-Driving Plains, or perhaps the troll's color-changing ability was not outstanding, so his skin color looked a little strange, like a forest demon.

His two hand axes were crudely made cast iron axes, light, weighing only ten pounds.

It is only slightly heavier than a human two-handed battle axe.

The two battle axes swept over at the same time, drawing a streak of black light.

Leo ducked and rolled, wielding the broken sword in his hand, cutting off the opponent's ankle.

But the troll headhunter took the opportunity to stab him hard in the back with the retracted axe handle.

Leo was struck by lightning, spitting out blood and rolling down the slope holding the little mouse.

The troll headhunter limped down the slope, but saw that the other party had already jumped away and escaped.

He howled loudly, calling on his companions around him to surround and hunt him.

The battle lasted for a few minutes, and then an eagle's cry was heard in the sky, and the other nine griffin knights who had been searching separately came over.

They gathered from all directions, swooped down, grabbed the troll headhunters who were exposed outside the jungle one by one, and threw them off the cliff.

The seemingly clumsy griffins are actually very agile. If they are well prepared, the troll headhunters' headhunting spears cannot reach them at all.

After several dives, the trolls hid in the dense forest. The griffin riders landed one after another, jumped off their mounts, and rushed into the dense forest with their griffins to search.

Noreen rode the griffin, but did not rush into the battle. Instead, she circled above the dense forest, looking for Leo and the little mouse.

More and more trolls gathered in the forest, almost exceeding a hundred people.

These barbaric tribes lived on the northern snowfields by hunting mammoths, snow bears and woolly rhinos. They were brave and fearless, and were constantly killed by griffin riders and griffins, but they did not retreat at all.

Finally, Norin found Leo. He was running towards the cliff while passing through the encirclement of two groups of trolls.

Noreen rode the griffin and flew towards Leo.

But the trolls paid more attention to the griffin under Noreen, and threw their headhunting spears at her.

Noreen circled and evaded several times but was unable to land on the ground.

Four or five headhunters were chasing after Leo and they didn't give him any time to wait.

Seeing Noreen approaching again, Leo jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

The griffin under Noreen's feet folded its wings and swooped down to catch it, but was hit in the front leg by a spear. It screamed in pain and rolled over, almost losing its balance.

Noreen steadied herself with one hand and spun with the griffin, but her eyes were fixed on Leo.

Two meters, one meter.

Noreen reached out and grabbed it.

Failed.

Leo held the little mouse in one hand and touched Noreen's fingertips with the other hand. He missed by a hair's breadth and fell rapidly.

"Go!"

He didn't have time to think about it, he twisted his waist in the air, held the little mouse with both hands and pushed her up into the air.

Noreen barely managed to hold on to the little mouse, sweating all over. When she looked at Leo again, he had already fallen more than ten meters.

Several headhunting spears flew over again, forcing the griffin to spin its body and leap into the sky.

Amid the little mouse's heart-wrenching screams, Noreen suddenly turned around and saw Leo falling, waving at her triumphantly.

Rose Knight Norin instantly burst into tears.

Watching the griffin carrying Noreen and the little mouse soaring high into the sky while he himself continued to fall in the howling mountain wind, Leo felt particularly at ease.

Great, the little mouse is back home.