Warlord: King of All Clans

Above the endless void, a black door was suspended in the air.

The all-consuming power of the void continued to surge out, almost surrounding the entire planet.

But this beautiful planet has a faint barrier that keeps the power of the void out.

In the surging void power, countless huge void creatures are floating quietly.

They passed through the Void Gate and came to this world, but were blocked outside the planet. The huge impact force generated by the surging power of the Void made it impossible for them to squeeze their bloated bodies back to the original void plane.

Going down is also extremely dangerous.

Over tens of thousands of years, many of their kind have ventured into the Netherworld, but to this day, there is no information on any void creatures surviving in the Netherworld.

Even the most powerful Lord of the Void, if exiled to the vacuum of another world for tens of thousands of years, drifting aimlessly in the vacuum would produce extremely negative emotions.

Finally, the most powerful one among them began to wriggle its body and touch the planet's barrier.

He has hundreds of giant tentacles, each as huge as a towering mountain. They pierce the barrier fiercely, like ice and snow touching lava, melting instantly.

But the faint magic barrier also turned pitch black.

The Void Lord seemed to be unable to feel the pain of his body being decomposed and did not give up at all.

Many tentacles pierced the barrier. Every time one was melted, another one would immediately replace it, constantly hitting the same position.

This action lasted for nearly ten years.

Finally, just as its power was about to be exhausted, a pinhole-sized hole appeared in the planet's barrier.

The Void Lord, who had no specific shape, felt a hint of joy, and one of his tentacle suddenly pierced into the needle hole.

As the tiny pinhole closed automatically, the tentacle carried His consciousness through the barrier and finally entered the underworld.

Then, there was a long fall. The skeleton condensed by pure void power gradually formed a solid body under the interference of magic power from another dimension.

It was then burned by the high temperature generated by the friction of the atmosphere and turned into a fireball.

But in the end, He successfully landed on the ground.

The weather is nice and the birds are singing and the flowers are blooming, all filled with the smell of food.

The great Lord of the Void, the devourer of planes, the mortal enemy of all life, has finally descended upon this world!

He stood proudly in the lush forest, with a strange and terrifying body, stretching out countless black tentacles, and began to absorb the magic power in the air to restore his own strength.

“Pah!”

An iron-studded military boot stepped down and crushed the Void Lord into a pulp.

The Lord of the Void was killed as soon as he landed on the ground!

After passing through the barrier and the atmosphere, His body was reduced to the size of a finger, and His strength was close to zero.

The owner of the military boots is a handsome young man with long golden hair. His face is not as rough and handsome as the people in the north. Instead, he looks a bit feminine and evil.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Although he was clearly frowning and looked unhappy, he always made people laugh.

The handsome boy with a feminine and evil look frowned and raised his foot, looking at the pool of black flesh on the bottom of his feet, feeling even more disgusted with this place.

Although he was wearing soft armor to protect himself, he still habitually wore a gorgeous aristocratic robe on the outside, highlighting his identity as a young nobleman.

It is obviously extremely uncomfortable to be in such a forest full of huge trees and insects and animals.

The armored general who was leading the way turned around and asked respectfully, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just stepped on a bug." The handsome boy answered casually, then asked, "Haven't we arrived yet?"

"We're almost there." The armored general replied quickly and quickened his pace in front.

A few minutes later, they entered a huge valley.

The valley was full of orcs and goblins, as well as quite a few human soldiers.

In front of them were huge two-legged flying dragons.

The wyvern is the dragon-blooded creature that looks most like a dragon, except that it is much smaller than a dragon and has only two sturdy hind legs.

But their body length from head to tail is as much as six meters, and their wingspan is even wider, which is enough to blow people away when they flap.

It has a huge and pointed head covered with ferocious bone spurs, a bloody mouth like a dragon, and all sharp fangs. Its scales are as hard as iron and invulnerable to swords and spears, and its strong hind claws can easily lift a warhorse and tear it to pieces in mid-air.

Adult wild pterosaurs are around level six, which is the upper intermediate level. With enough food, they can move up to the higher level and become high-level magical beasts that dominate a region.

But in this valley, there are hundreds of wyverns, all tied up with huge enchanted chains!

Several cloaked human wizards and orc shamans joined forces, surrounding a struggling wyvern and chanting evil spells.

Under the feet of the wyvern was a magic circle carved with fresh blood. A strange dark red magic power emanated from it. As the wizard chanted, it gradually enveloped the entire body of the wyvern.

The dried corpses of countless orc laborers and human slaves were piled up in a corner of the valley and then sent to the orcs and goblins as food.

As the dark red magic power on the wyvern gradually absorbed into its body, the struggling wyvern's eyes began to fill with blood, and then it slowly gave up resistance.

Finally, it lay on the ground obediently, bowing its head and obeying orders.

Led by the armored general, the blond noble boy walked to the high platform in the middle of the valley and met his father.

This was a sturdy man nearly two meters and five meters tall, wearing only a chain mail, with muscles all over his body.

In front of him, the orc warrior was also a head shorter.

If the person was from the southern region and was of short stature, it would only be as tall as his waist.

One of the Seven Lords of the North, Count Kurolov, the eighth-level greatswordsman, the "Giant" Farbuti Kurolov!

The Earldom of Kurolov is mountainous, filled with magical beasts, savages, and pirates, but it also has the vast plains in the lower reaches of the Dome River.

"Father."

The burly giant saw the blond boy coming over, and a smile appeared on his resolute and wild face, "Locke, you're here."

The father and son watched the blood wizards enslave the wyverns. Count Farbuti Kuroloff, nicknamed "Giant" and known for his bravery and brainlessness, suddenly said to a swordsman behind him: "It's almost done, notify the north and prepare to set off."

"Yes." If Leo or Freya were here, they would recognize this middle-aged swordsman as the high-level swordsman who attacked and killed them in the Wolf-Driving Plain.

The barbaric count, who indulged in feasting and gladiatorial games in front of the world, had a calm gaze, full of calmness and wisdom.

"Son, you have been gathering your strength for two generations for fifty years. It is time to let the world see the strength of the Kurolov family."

"Just follow me and watch carefully. It won't be long before you become the next emperor of the empire and the king of the north!"

The blond boy, Locke Kuroloff, was about to respond to his father's declaration when he suddenly felt a pain in the sole of his foot, as if something had drilled into his foot, but then everything returned to normal.

He didn't have time to think, "Yes, father."

When Rio Mondo, the chief of a small local warlord in Isenbor, led his troops to war, terrible news came from the eastern part of the North.

Count Kurolov, together with the Eastern Legion of the Orcs, attacked from both sides and raided Count Isharov's main city, Peshnik.

The Wyvern Knight, who appeared before the world for the first time, dropped a powerful goblin alchemical bomb, destroying the walls of Peshnik and the Count's Castle in one fell swoop.

The main force of 30,000 orcs and Count Kurolov's army of 20,000 broke through Peshnik!

The Isharov family, whose apparent strength was second only to the Duke Odalov family and who single-handedly blocked the invasion of the Eastern Legion of the Orcs, was caught off guard and almost wiped out.

Within a month, the Earldom of Isharov was completely conquered!