Warlord: King of All Clans

Frovald, five hundred miles away from Isenbol, is the main city of the Earldom of Fruilov.

The new Count Hermann Frylov stood on the top of the city wall, lost in thought.

More than half a year had passed since the racial war, and traces of the siege still remained on the walls of Frovald.

A shock wave from the Tauren War Chieftain created a huge gap in the city wall three hundred meters to the left of the city gate. Thousands of laborers were slowly repairing it under the command of craftsmen.

The strength of a ninth-level Tauren War Chief is comparable to that of a human saint. The damage caused by his full-strength attack would take thousands of mortals a year to recover.

If the Grand Duke of the North had not come with more than half of the extraordinary combat forces in the entire North to support, the Count's Legion would have been destroyed by the Forelov family in Varanger and would not have been able to stop the attack of the Orc army.

The land outside the city was in a mess and it took more than half a year to be reclaimed.

The racial war did not last long, far shorter than anyone expected.

But the invasion of the orcs is no worse than the attacks of other northern earls, at least the latter do not eat people.

So in just two years, at least half of the population in Frowald's territory was lost. Some of these people died in the war, some were forced to migrate to the south, and few were willing to come back.

Not to mention the desolate suburbs, even the city of Frowald seemed a little empty.

Fortunately, before the Grand Duke of the North left, he left behind a thousand elite soldiers in heavy armor, otherwise Hermann would not have been able to suppress the wilderness aliens who took the opportunity to rise up.

Although the alien races in the wilderness are scattered and unlikely to make a big difference, if there are three hundred of them here and five hundred there, if we are not careful, they will completely erode the territory that humans have worked so hard to open up.

It is impossible to restore the glory of the Frelov family in a short period of time. Now Hermann can only protect himself.

After standing for a while, a family knight came over to report.

"My lord, I have recruited one thousand trolls and two thousand orcs, all of whom are elite warriors. Among them, there are nine extraordinary ones. Territory has been allocated to their clans. In addition, a tribe of gnolls came to surrender, but they were wiped out by me."

"Okay." Hermann nodded. The fighting power of the jackals was actually not weak, but they were impossible to control. When they went crazy, they would even kill their own companions, and rebellion was commonplace.

Not to mention the human race, even the orcs don't like this kind of vassal. Any race that wants to develop peacefully will immediately clear out the surrounding gnolls.

Well, the same goes for kobolds. Although kobolds are not as fierce, they are also useless.

"After the reorganization, they will undergo two months of military training, and then be sent out to fight a few battles. If they are all OK, they will be given armor."

"yes."

After the family knights retreated, Hermann asked his staff, "What's the situation in the north?"

"Everything is normal. The main force of the orcs has been brought back to the Wind God Fortress by the legion commander Barthalom, and is engaged in a fierce battle with the undead that have crossed the river. The words of the elven demigod Master Bobak are correct. These undead have reached the North Glacial River and are already very weak. The orc army can easily intercept them."

"Now Varanger has become the main city of the orcs. The orc shaman is planting food and consolidating the rear. It will soon be self-sufficient. But if I may be frank, this is not good news."

"Yes, the orcs have settled down and have two strong cities. It will be difficult to drive them away." Hermann had a blank expression, and it was unclear whether he was mocking or worried. "I am afraid that in the future, the reputation of the Grand Duke will be damaged."

"The human race's 700-year-old territory and the fortified city that stood firm were given away by him personally. I really don't know how the history books will record it."

His staff did not dare to respond and changed the subject, "Relatively speaking, the South is the problem. Your brother Victor is also expanding his army and has frequent contacts with the Beboos family. It is obvious that he is not satisfied with the status quo."

"Yeah, I know."

As they were talking, the city gates opened and a large group of trucks carrying food and supplies headed north along World Tree Avenue.

This is a caravan heading to the orcs' territory to trade with them.

According to the armistice agreement, the humans in the North will use the river transport of Frovald to regularly deliver some food to the orcs to ensure that their legions do not riot and can safely block the invasion of the undead in the north.

But this is not a free gift, but an equal transaction, and now the transaction is handled by Count Hermann.

Therefore, he had long-term contact with the orcs in Frovald and gradually realized that this was not a chaotic and barbaric race, and even their cultural heritage was the same as that of the humans in the North.

They also worship the god of war Tyr!

In the religious mythology of the Orcs, the Orc God of War is also called Tyr, and he is an image of a burly orc warrior.

Although the beastmen had endured seven hundred years in the northern snowfields and had fallen to the level of a primitive tribal society, they could at least still communicate normally.

No matter whether they are orcs, tauren, or trolls, their individual strength is extremely powerful. Any adult warrior can rival the heavily armored elite of the human race in the North.

Among them, the rare Minotaur are even more terrifyingly powerful. Any Minotaur totem warrior can defeat ten heavily armored elite humans.

Unfortunately, the Tauren hate war and rarely participate in it except for survival.

The reason is simple, because they are sparsely populated and eat vegetarian food, it is easy for them to feed themselves.

Faced with the declining power of the Freelov family, Hermann has been working hard to restore production and expand the military in preparation for war.

Looking at the powerful legion soldiers of the Orcs on the opposite side, it is impossible not to be envious.

Especially after receiving the news that Count Kurolov in the east had formed an alliance with the orcs and captured the territory of Count Isharov, Hermann began to consider the possibility of recruiting warriors of other races.

Then Herman went to the river bend and formed an alliance with Leo. Seeing the coexistence of alien races and humans in the river bend, he felt that it was feasible.

But he did not dare to directly hire the organized army of the Orc Legion, for fear that they would learn the advanced military system of the human race, obtain a large number of weapons and armor, and then turn against him.

So he would rather spread the news to the wilderness, recruit warriors from small clans, and form a new alien legion.

The warriors of a large clan have strong clan cohesion, and when the mercenaries finish fighting, they will return to their own clan.

But for the warriors of small clans, as long as they have food to eat, they will be fine. If they can survive longer, they will no longer think of returning to their own little corners and starving.

They would even bring their entire clans and swear an oath of allegiance to Hermann.

For the foreign tribes in the wilderness, the life and death of their fellow tribesmen are obviously more important than racial justice.

"It's a pity that my father-in-law's family is not as concerned as my second brother's family. Otherwise, I, the Earl of the North, would not have to risk being criticized to win over the barbarians and separatist vassals."

"But it's good this way. Once I succeed, I can still fight for my place in the world."

If the three thousand alien troops could obey orders and wear armor, they would be comparable to a full-strength human army.

With this army, Frowald's combat power doubled, and he had many more options.

As for the rules and traditions, he was not the first to break them. In the east, Kurolov even had the Wyvern Knights.

While Count Hermann was recruiting alien warriors, Freya was also working hard to form her own legion.