Warlord: King of All Clans

The ridge that originally required a hundred stonemasons and a year to clear soon revealed a huge gap in Leo's hands.

However, Leo's drilling skills are far inferior to Freya's and are at the level of a junior apprentice.

This gap can only be regarded as the foundation destroyed by the dragon, and cannot be regarded as a road. Freya or other craftsmen are needed to modify it and solve problems such as drainage and slope.

While the black dragon was digging, the cold north wind found the direction of attack and poured into the canyon on the opposite side through the gap, making a shrill whistling sound.

But the cold wind, which was enough to freeze any mortal creature, had no effect on the work of the Alchemical Black Dragon.

Noreen watched for a while, worried that Leo's motionless body would suffer from hypothermia, so she found a lot of dead branches and placed them upwind of Leo.

She sat next to Leo with her legs crossed, watching the alchemical black dragon working hard not far away.

Then he turned his eyes to Leo and couldn't move them away from his face.

Why can a person be both hateful and lovable, both smart and stupid, both rational and foolish?

Noreen slowly moved closer to Leo and kissed him on the cheek.

Seeing that Leo didn't react, Noreen plucked up her courage and slowly moved the direction of her attack to his lips, clumsily prying his teeth open with the tip of her tongue.

At this time, Leo opened his eyes.

Norin screamed "Ah" and stepped back quickly, "Why are you awake?"

Leo said speechlessly: "I just closed my eyes and controlled the black dragon, I didn't faint."

Operating the Black Dragon is like driving a car, except that it requires a higher level of concentration. Leo is currently unable to do two things at once, so every time he controls the Black Dragon, his body remains still.

Norin's face turned red. Seeing that there was no one around, she suddenly became angry and pounced forward.

When they returned to the lord's house in the evening, Olivia prepared a sumptuous dinner for everyone.

Because the group of naughty kids led by Freya collectively ran off to the West to commit crimes, only the group of good kids led by Elodie were left in the big house, so the dinner table was much quieter.

Good children like Seti and Savinting all used knives, forks and spoons just like their mistress, and ate slowly and peacefully without making any noise.

Looking at the two people with rosy skin and good complexion, Olivia asked curiously: "Did you go to take a bath?"

"Yes, I came back from get off work and took a bath."

“How much did you dig today?”

"At the beginning, only half of the first section was dug. There are more than 30 such sections."

Olivia ate the steak slowly with her fork and glanced at the two again, "Didn't you say you could dig up an area in a day? Why is it so little? Didn't you do anything else?"

Norin, who was originally in high spirits, became slower and slower in eating under the gaze of her mistress.

This representative of the fighting power of the younger generation in the Southern Territory seemed to have eaten cartilage powder and was unable to lift the knife and fork in the big house. Finally, he slowly stood up like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

Olivia looked at her, smiling, "It's nice to take a bath together, right?"

Noreen’s back hunched at a speed visible to the naked eye. “Olivia… I…”

At this moment, she felt as if she were a lowly maid in a noble manor in the southern border, unable to stand up straight in front of her mistress.

Elodie would sometimes argue with Olivia, but at this moment she couldn't even say a word.

Even the maid at Riverbend House has more backbone than her!

But Olivia just stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "Why are you panicking? Leo should be the one panicking. Eat!"

While enjoying a sumptuous dinner in the Riverbend House, the people of Weidanlan City were suffering from hunger and cold.

With the assistance of the civil officials appointed by the River Bay Lord's Mansion, Romon continued to open warehouses and distribute food supplies to civilians so that they could survive the winter.

However, the previous "fire ban movement" still had its toll, and many residents, under the leadership of local priests, burned all the "Devil's Temptation" and would rather starve to death in the winter.

Romon dispatched his musket corps to preach everywhere and capture the leading priests, but the effect was not good.

Due to the blocking of the Buck Mountains, the snow in Earl Gustav's territory was not as severe as that in the north, and the snow on the ground was only knee-deep.

Rambowan and his scouts trudged through the snow.

The scouts he had, except for the taller gnolls, the height of the other kinds of kobolds did not exceed 1.4 meters, and the shortest was even only 1 meter. What was knee-deep in the eyes of humans was waist-deep in their eyes.

Wading through the snow with difficulty, Rambowan and more than twenty scouts arrived at a ruined village.

This area is remote and has not been affected by the war, but it is also an area that cannot be covered by Hewan’s rescue supplies.

Rambowan and his men sniffed and searched in the deserted village and easily found a cellar.

A gnoll scout holding a musket sniffed quickly and called out to his companions, "Woof! The breath of a living person!"

A group of people gathered in front of the cellar, looking at each other, and then the werewolf took the initiative to step forward and lifted the wooden board of the cellar.

The moment the wooden board opened, a militia spear thrust out quickly and almost pierced the wolf man's lower abdomen.

But the scouts under Rambowan's command are all veterans of hundreds of battles, and each of them has experience in hunting wild beasts.

The hyena simply swept his shotgun in one hand and knocked the spear tip off, stabbing it right past his belly.

A strong dog-headed man nearby grabbed the spear and pulled it hard, almost pulling the militiaman out.

The strong northern militia was not as strong as a kobold and had to let go of his spear.

The attacked Jackal fell into a red heat. He lifted up the wooden board, took out a grenade, and prepared to kill everyone inside.

Rambowan woofed, which startled the cat and made it stop immediately.

Rambowan walked to the entrance of the cellar and said in a genuine northern accent, "Come out! If you surrender your weapons, you won't be killed. If you register your population, you can get a bag of food!"

The villagers cursed angrily from inside: "Demons! Aliens! Don't even think about tricking us out!"

Rambowan was also angry. He visited several villages and heard the same thing everywhere.

He angrily ordered his men, "Smash it! Smash it hard!"

A group of kobold scouts suddenly became happy. They put down their backpacks, took out potato cakes, bread and jerky, and threw them into the cellar.

These potato cakes and dried meat were military rations, almost as hard as rocks, and they immediately made the people below scream in agony.

Rambowan wagged his tail in relief, distributed the relief supplies allocated by the lord's mansion in the form of an attack, then covered the cellar with wooden boards again, jumped on it a few times, urinated, and then led the crowd away.

Politeness? There is no such thing. As the second wildest man in Hewan, the first man to have a harem, the leader of the thirty-six tengu, the only thing that restrains him is his mother's love.

After a long time, the entrance to the cellar slowly opened. A villager looked out and made sure that the enemy had gone far away before turning back to look at his people.

Through the light from the cellar entrance, some things inside the cellar could finally be seen clearly.

Thirty or forty thinly dressed old and weak villagers were all crowded in a cellar filled with hay, relying on the warmth of the crowd to survive the cold winter.

The figures in the corner had stopped breathing. It was unclear whether they had frozen to death or starved to death.

Several skinny villagers were hit so hard that their noses and faces were bruised and swollen, and they were cursing and crying.

Suddenly, a villager discovered something wrong. He saw a neighbor's child eating a piece of bread in his hand.

"Where did you get the bread? Whose food did you steal?"

The villager, who was only four or five years old, held the bread in his hands and pointed at the ground, "I picked it up from the ground..."

Only then did everyone see in the dim light that the "stones" that were thrown at them were actually all food!

"this……"

The village chief was also dumbfounded. He and the militia leader next to him looked at each other in bewilderment. "Do you want to eat or not?"

The militia leader was even more decisive. He looked at the old and weak tribesmen who were all wide-eyed but still waiting for their decision, and waved his hand and said, "Feed the three old guys first. If they are not poisoned to death tomorrow, everyone else can eat!"

"The priest's words..."

The militia leader had long been tired of the priest's brainwashing, and when he heard this, he exploded, "The priest has run away to the south to enjoy the good life, you should think about your own stomach first!"