Warlord: King of All Clans

By the time Leo and his party arrived at the Troll City-State, it was already packed with people.

Freya also brought her friends to Strong's mammoth and was fighting for territory with the ogre gunners on the mammoth.

Seeing Leo coming, Freya immediately gave up this position, jumped down happily, and climbed onto the dragon scale horse nimbly.

Naturally, Six and the others also retreated in a swarm, and came to compete with Leo for the dragon-scale horse.

Leo dismounted reluctantly, put Six, Totos and others on the horses, and continued to move forward while leading the horses.

But Freya had no intention of letting Leo go. She turned around and jumped onto Leo's head again, preparing to build a nest on it.

The ferocious dragon-scale horse felt the commotion on its back and snorted in disgust, but it had already accepted its fate and was no longer crazy.

At this time, Strong was riding on his armed mammoth, wearing a battle suit tailored for him by his friends, with dense battle patterns painted on his skin.

He wore a crown made of seven-colored feathers on his forehead, and his horns were decorated with golden rings.

On his war elephant, there was a large flag with a bull's head fluttering in the wind.

This Native American look was largely suggested by Al.

A thousand years ago, she had been in charge of assisting Lord Chisel in managing the myriad tribes living under the mountain. At that time, there were many Tauren tribes living in the North, so she was very familiar with Tauren culture.

Strong has hardly been around in Riverbend in recent years. Except for the Gnoll Tribe, civilians of all ethnic groups rarely see him.

But this does not mean that Strong lives a reclusive life. It can only be said that he is pragmatic and puts all his energy into useful social interaction.

The members of the River Bay House all had a good relationship with him, and the generals in the River Bay army also held him in awe.

The leaders of other tribes all regarded Strong as a reliable ally - even though he did not have a single Tauren warrior.

Following Strong's armed war elephants were ten armored ogres, twenty werewolf warriors, forty troll headhunters, and hundreds of elite kobold scouts.

On the outskirts of the crowd, Magna, the defender of Stonebreak, and Witch, the sheriff of the entire Riverbend Territory, came out with their wild folk troops and patrol cavalry to maintain order.

In order to make Strong look good, the leaders of each tribe sent a team of soldiers as his guard of honor.

Sure enough, this lineup and attire shocked all the oncoming minotaurs.

Outside the northern wall of the Troll City-State stood a group of ragged Tauren. They slowly approached after seeing Strong leading his troops out of the city.

This is the territory of the trolls, and the tauren have always been on the trolls' diet. If it weren't for the Aesir ruling this place and establishing equal diplomatic relations with the wild foreign races, the tauren would never have set foot in their territory.

Leading the group was an old minotaur dressed in native clothes and wearing a worn feather crown. He was obviously a shaman from a primitive tribe.

Behind him followed more than a dozen Tauren warriors carrying log totems.

These Minotaur totem warriors are all over three meters tall, with muscular bodies. One of their arms is thicker than any other man in the North. Standing in the cold wind, they look like a group of black stone sculptures.

However, most of these Minotaur totem warriors were only wearing animal skin skirts, and only a few of them were wearing some rough and tattered cloth.

The wooden totems they carried on their shoulders were extremely thick and covered with reliefs, like a courtyard pillar, full of deterrence.

It is carefully crafted from thousand-year-old hardwood from the northern snowfields and is carved with reliefs of various Tauren tribes. It is both a combat weapon and their ceremonial weapon.

Leo could keenly feel that these totem poles emanated a faint magical power, which was very similar to the Holy Light Scepter of the Holy Light Church.

The Holy Light Scepter bestowed by the City of Holy Light on local bishops comes with a low-level Holy Light healing spell.

The local bishops of the Holy Light Church each hold a Holy Light Scepter. When they go out to preach, the holder does not need to actively cast spells. Just touching the forehead of the believers with the Holy Light Scepter will have the effect of curing diseases and saving lives.

The rune structure of these totem poles is very different from that of the Holy Light Scepter, but they have the same effect.

The totem warriors pounded their ancestral totem poles into the ground, and the invisible magic power slowly dissipated, restoring the physical strength of the people around them.

El's voice came to Leo's mind at the right time: "This is an ancestral totem pole inherited by the Tauren tribe. Each totem pole is made of rare magic oak. Through the ancestral runes carved by the Tauren shaman, the vitality of the magic oak can be maintained, and auxiliary magic arrays such as endurance recovery and life nourishment can be maintained."

"Look at the one the old minotaur has. That one is really powerful. It has the rune of war trampling engraved on it. If you smash it on the ground, it can explode the internal organs of enemies within a five-meter radius!"

The old Tauren Shaman in the lead had an obviously hunched body and shriveled muscles. Judging from his clothes, he was obviously a magician, and he looked very tired carrying the totem pole.

But when the battle begins, if you rashly rush forward to attack, the old Tauren Shaman will tell you what it means to add points to the mage and use all the strength.

The status of the Tauren Totem Warrior in the Tauren tribe is equivalent to that of the heavily armored elite infantry in the Northern Army, and each of them is an adult warrior selected from hundreds of miles away.

The individual quality of the Tauren is a whole major level higher than that of humans, not just one level. When a Tauren totem warrior encounters a heavily armored elite of the human race, he can easily take on ten of them.

But the troll warriors of Aesir were not afraid of these dozen totem warriors, and even showed their hunting spears provocatively.

In their eyes, these minotaurs and ogres are on the same level as the mammoths and woolly rhinos on the snowfields. They may look powerful individually, but in fact they are still on their menu.

Strong drove the mammoth war elephant to the open space outside the city, jumped off his mount, walked to the middle of the Tauren, and saluted awkwardly using the etiquette of the Tauren tribe, "Elder Hareth, fellow compatriots."

The old tauren shaman Hares stared at Strong, as if trying to see through his mind.

All the minotaurs were simple, honest, and dull, but Strong's expression was too lively. Those hidden complex micro-expressions and lively eyes made Harris feel a little repulsed.

"Strong, the tauren goblin, son of Apollo Mammoth, the chief of the goblins. There are legends about you on the snowy plains. Are you a goblin or a tauren?"

The atmosphere suddenly became silent and turned into a standoff.

However, the relatively young totem warriors behind Harris did not have such life wisdom. They looked at the glamorous Strong with envy.

The metal decorations on Strong's body, the war pattern paint, the exquisite fabrics, the war elephants behind him, and the "vassal" subordinates are all things that the Tauren do not have.

He has two totem poles, which require a mammoth to carry, and they are made of pure metal!

Worthy of being called the War Chief!

Facing the old shaman's scrutiny, Strong was well prepared. He raised his hand and the ogre gunners behind him struggled to put down the baskets on the giant elephant.

Strong held the basket and brought it to Hares. "Look! My sons! Minotaur, my people!"