Warlord: King of All Clans

A three-meter-tall minotaur sitting on a four-meter-tall mammoth.

He was high above, leaning over, listening attentively, squinting at his lord, and shouting so loudly.

If it were any other boss, he would be killed on the spot.

But Leo knew that Strong was deafened by the artillery, so he chose to forgive him.

Leo could only wave at him, "You are not Wolong, you are really deaf, get down here!"

Strong understood his gesture, flipped down the mammoth swiftly, and came to Leo, nodding and bowing, "Ah~? Powerful human lord! The great Leo Mondo! Your subordinate, the smart and strong kobold Strong, defeated the cavalry of the West!"

Leo praised again, "You did a great job! There will be a big reward!"

He was able to master gunpowder technology in a short period of time and successfully apply it in war. What a genius!

Only when he got close to Leo's warhorse could Strong hear what Leo said. He was immediately overjoyed and raised his honest cow face, "Moo, moo... No! Woof woof woof! Long live the lord!"

Even with his three-meter-tall body hunched over to show his flattery, he was still not shorter than Leo riding on his dragon-scale horse.

Only then did Leo realize that almost all the hair on his body was burned and the tip of one of his horns was blown off.

Apparently, during this period, the Minotaur Strong became obsessed with gunpowder and had become possessed.

The threshold for the Tauren's extraordinary awakening is higher than that of the Orcs, and the power of the awakened spell side is one in a thousand. As a shaman of a foreign race, Strong is unable to control the power of the elements, and of course he is very unwilling to accept this.

The emergence of gunpowder allowed him to discover a brand new path.

Following the Riverbend Shaman, there is a new Shamanic Way!

Gunpowder Shaman!

A grenade is a big fireball, a cannon is an exploding flame, and a barrel of explosives is a shock wave!

Indeed, knowledge is power!

Not to mention the kobolds, even the newly joined werewolves were convinced.

It’s just that due to the lack of safety awareness, gunpowder always kills one thousand enemies but loses eight hundred of your own.

Even his mammoths became bald in patches and suffered a lot.

This mammoth elephant, which had followed Strong all the way from the northern snowfields, now had a sturdy wooden saddle on its back.

On both sides of the wooden frame was a bronze cannon weighing over 100 kilograms.

This is the best cannon barrel in the Kobold tribe, and it naturally becomes Strong's weapon.

Several monkey-like bald dog-headed men rode on the gun barrels, responsible for loading ammunition and igniting the fire.

However, the two gun barrels were fixed by a wooden frame and the angle could not be adjusted. Strong had to control the Mammoth to aim with his butt, and the actual hit rate was frighteningly low.

But the Kobolds' bronze cannons were not designed to aim at long range, and were all designed to kill with shotgun shells at close range.

A mammoth is already extremely intimidating, and it can suddenly let out two thunderous farts and shatter the enemy and their horses into pieces, which is terrifying no matter how you think about it.

Behind Strong was the kobold army that returned triumphantly with him.

This is an army composed of kobolds, gnolls, and werewolves.

Unlike Rio's elite lord army, the wilderness aliens never consider military appearance and formation when fighting, they only look at the number of people.

So when Strong went into battle this time, he directly pulled out the saltpeter mine, the dog-head workshop, and the entire population of the werewolf tribe.

The dogs came out in droves, and even some half-grown puppies followed their parents to join the fight.

Nearly a thousand canines, with the new dog-headed army trained by Strong as the core combat force, followed Strong's throwing out of the gunpowder weapons that had been stored for several months in one breath, and drove away the aggressive Western cavalry in one fell swoop.

Now the leader of the werewolves, the young werewolf that Fraser had let go, saw Leo and Strong standing on the roadside for review, so he had no choice but to step forward.

He lowered his head, "I am a wolf... the great kobold Akhán, meeting the human lord."

"Hello, we meet again." Leo nodded and smiled, comforting him: "Don't worry, the entire west of Isenbor is basically my territory. As long as they follow the laws of the river bay, any race can live here safely."

But werewolves are not as easy to fool as kobolds. Even though Leo said this, the werewolf leader Akohan just nodded.

He indeed migrated here with his people because he saw the gnolls and humans living in harmony.

His demands are not high and he does not expect humans to be friendly to them. As long as they are not regarded as enemies and can keep to themselves, that is enough.

Seeing that he remained silent, Leo smiled and said nothing, continuing to watch the return of the ogre army.

Several groups of kobolds walked over, and they were the werewolf tribe.

A Khan's three hundred werewolves followed Strong out to fight. When they saw Leo and the others riding on dragon-scale horses and watching, they all showed surprised and suspicious looks, and some of them had already begun to show their teeth.

But under the calm gaze of the werewolf leader, all the werewolves restrained their hateful looks, lowered their heads and passed by in silence.

Among the three hundred werewolves, there are one hundred werewolf warriors who are over two meters tall, well-proportioned, powerful, and have physical fitness equivalent to low-level extraordinary humans.

Each werewolf warrior is equivalent to a saber-toothed tiger with human intelligence.

They are called Nightmare in the Forest and Messengers of Dark Night by the people of the Southern Territory, and are the biggest enemy of the human frontier near the Fabados Mountains.

The fighting power of the other two hundred werewolves, including the old, the weak, women and children, is no less than that of regular human infantry, and they are enough to compete with the wild hunters in the wilderness.

However, the werewolves' level of civilization is equivalent to that of primitive tribes. They have almost no iron weapons and fight and hunt entirely by relying on their natural sharp teeth and claws.

Their hides were thick, enough to protect them from stray arrows and light blows from swords, but not as well as a worg, so about as thick as a light mail.

They were injured while hunting bison, brown bears, and saber-toothed tigers, and were also shot by human longbows and crossbows.

If it were a year ago, Leo would have shamelessly tried to win over such a powerful race, or would have felt threatened by their strength.

But now, there is no need to worry so much. As the river bend grows stronger, the surrounding forces have no other choice but to submit to it.

If werewolves want stability, just treat them as a minority race and give them stability.

If you want to grow stronger, you must join the River Bend and make a contribution.

The dog-headed people returned in triumph, dragging a large amount of spoils, including not only living or dead horses and livestock, but also a large number of scimitars, bows and arrows, as well as carts of food, fodder and tents.

A large cavalry unit cannot come and go as quickly as a small group of horse bandits, eat anywhere, and has a lot of baggage.

This 2,000-man Western Border cavalry, with two horses per person, set out from Buck Pass in a mighty force. After being ambushed by Strong, they fled, abandoning their armor and weapons, and left behind at least 1,000 horses.

A small number of these war horses or pack horses were killed on the spot, while most of them fled in fear, leaving their riders behind and running into the mountains and forests.

When the werewolves and kobolds cleaned up the battlefield, in addition to picking up the dead horses, they also seized more than 300 westerland horses.

These western horses are nearly twenty centimeters shorter than northern horses on average, and less than one and a half meters tall at the shoulder.

After getting used to the heavy horses of the North, looking at these short westerly horses feels like looking at northern donkeys.

In fact, although the Northern Thickback Donkey is uglier in appearance, it is not smaller in size than the Western Horse.

However, the thick-backed donkeys of the North are not good at galloping, and their value is completely incomparable to the Western Desert Horses, which are the best at long-distance galloping on the entire continent.

Werewolves, like kobolds, are a mountain race and cannot ride horses, so these captured horses will naturally be received by Hewan.