Warlord: King of All Clans

Leo was startled at first, but he immediately understood. As a powerful warrior at the peak of level nine, the Duke of the North was surrounded by so many powerful high-level warriors, so he must be well aware of what was going on in the city of Frovald.

Freya turned into a mouse and ran around in Frovald, and whenever she had nothing to do, she would come to his base to play.

Ordinary soldiers might not be able to detect her presence, but these high-level extraordinary beings who are extremely sensitive to magic power can definitely detect it to some extent.

A groundhog that can be big or small, can talk, and has an abnormal style of painting, which is very consistent with the correct understanding of the elves by the race down the mountain.

The elves in the folk tales and fantasies of the Empire: mysterious and elegant, aloof from the world, knowledgeable, and with endless lifespans.

The real situation of the elves as known by the core leaders of the empire: a bunch of idiots.

If one day a cow or sheep in your ranch suddenly speaks and says that your feed is not tasty, the witch will say that you are possessed and the church will say it is a demon.

But the bigwigs at the ruler level would not care at all.

It must be the elves of Trahil who have come out to play again.

Leo didn't intend to hide it and nodded directly, "Yes, but he is still very young, I'm afraid he can't handle the big responsibility."

The Grand Duke of the North was suddenly disappointed. To humans, the elves' style of doing things was not very reliable, and if they were still young, their behavior would be even more uncertain.

The elves would not treat humans differently just because they are skinny, small, white and tender.

They all have the same attitude towards the races down the mountain, full of curiosity while keeping their distance.

The human race looks pretty normal, but the green beastmen are also very cute!

Some extreme cases might even think that the orcs are the ones who need help.

Seeing the Duke of the North bowing his head in deep thought and beginning to consider other candidates, Leo thought for a moment and did not dare to speak rashly. He just called out in his heart: "Master Bobak?"

When they were at the river bend, Leo called out to Master Bobak but received no response, which led him to conclude that Master Bobak was thousands of miles away.

Their communications can only be enhanced through special magic devices in the atrium.

Even Freya, whose soul power far exceeded Leo's, could not contact Master Bobak after leaving the atrium.

Add to that the biting frosty wind and the bitter cold, and it has never even appeared on the banks of the North Pole Glacier, so it must be deeper in the northern snowfields.

This proves that the distance between them is far more than a thousand miles.

Now we have arrived at Frovald, and after getting close to five hundred miles, the call was finally connected, but the signal was very weak.

"I am here."

Leo hesitated and said, "I have something to ask for your help!"

"you say."

So Leo told Master Bobak everything about the current situation in the North and the plans of the Grand Duke of the North.

At the same time, he was very nervous. The last time he went to see Master Bobak was about the food issue for the refugees, and he only sought verbal guidance.

But this time, they wanted him to go south to promote peace talks.

When he thought of the breath of death he felt from Master Bobak and the other party's words "Save everyone," he was very reluctant to disturb him.

In front of the powerful Grand Duke of the North, Leo could remain basically calm, but in front of Master Bobak, Leo felt so insignificant that his life and death were unimportant.

But the reconciliation of the two major races and the life and death of millions of people are more or less a big deal in front of Master Bobak, right?

Leo decided to ask.

At the end he added humbly: "Of course, you go ahead and do your thing, we'll talk when you have time."

Master Bobak laughed, "Just get ready, I'll be here."

With Master Bobak's nod, Leo immediately gained confidence and said to the Grand Duke of the North: "Grand Duke, I have another candidate."

"who?"

When Leo said the name, the Duke of the North stood up in surprise, "Master Bobak Marimotas?"

Rio suddenly felt proud of being around a big shot. He chuckled and said, "How is it? Not bad, right?"

Leo now had a deep understanding of why so many people like to take advantage of the power of others.

Even the ruler of the North, the pillar of the human race, Grand Duke Michael Odalov, could not help but get nervous. "We are just a mortal war, why are you asking a demigod to come out? No way, no way!"

"Half, half god?" Leo was also stunned. He didn't know much about the supernatural system in this world. He only knew that it was probably at the Saint level, which was the nuclear weapon level, and would not easily interfere in mortal wars.

If the Saint rank is an atomic bomb, then isn't the Demigod a hydrogen bomb?

I dare not think about it. I dare not think about it.

Leo shook his head repeatedly. He always felt that Master Bobak was very strong, but every time he got to know him better, this feeling doubled.

The Northern Grand Duke's nervousness is not without reason. The power of the Saint rank is enough to influence the situation of the racial war, and the power of the Demigod is even more terrifying.

In human classics, whenever the word "God" is mentioned, it is often in ancient legends.

The gods are far away in the sky, overlooking all living beings and never come down to earth to show their power. The stories of demigods in the wilderness and holy angels walking on earth also happened in a very distant time.

There are only a few demigods known to exist in the human world, and Bobak Marimotas, the wild lord of the elves, is among them.

But a hundred years had passed since he last performed a miracle.

A hundred years is enough time for most short-lived species to reproduce for several generations and forget everything. Only a very small number of people who are qualified and willing to read history books can get a glimpse of the deeds of ancient great men.

The Grand Duke of the North also knew something about this historical figure, but had no chance to meet him in person.

Who knows which side he will choose to stand on when he shows up?

If they remain completely neutral, that's fine. But if they show even a little bias, the other side will just have to blame themselves for their bad luck.

Leo also understood the concerns of the Grand Duke of the North. Just like the peace talks between small countries, anyone would be scared if the President of the United States personally came over with a hydrogen bomb to participate.

It would be better to continue fighting.

But Master Bobak has a soul connection with him, and the kindness towards all living beings that comes from the depths of his soul cannot be expressed in words.

He was reluctant to interfere in the war between the races below the mountain, but he would certainly be happy to see them stop fighting.

Therefore, Leo vouched: "I know Master Bobak very well. He may not be biased towards the human race, but at least he is fair enough."

Master Bobak is Freya's guardian, and I am Freya's temporary guardian. Rounding it off and removing the middle steps, Master Bobak and I are also very close!

The Duke of the North took a deep look at Leo, and for a moment he didn't know whether he had really judged people accurately or had made a mistake.

The son-in-law of a lord in a remote mountain area, he has good talent, courage, brains, and he also saved the princess.

But that’s all, he hasn’t even obtained the corner flag title and is still a civilian.

According to the information gathered by his own staff, if he had not been forcibly conscripted by the lord of Isenbol, he would not even be qualified to serve as a knight and participate in the war.

Even the Grand Duke of the North found it difficult to support his granddaughter's savior.

But there is a demigod behind him!

Thinking of this, the Duke of the North, who was originally much gentler to Leo than to others, became even more approachable, "Since you are Gulveig's adoptive father, you are also my son, why don't you be my adopted son."

Hearing this, Leo was shocked and very excited, but at the same time hesitant.

He was a little unsure, "In our Northern Territory, how many foster fathers can a person have?"

The Duke of the North was a little annoyed, "Why? One of me is not enough?"