Warlord: King of All Clans

The amount of labor required to open up wasteland in the wilderness is ten times that of cultivated land. It takes a lot of labor to reclaim forest land with hard and compacted soil, and gravel land with more stone than soil.

The land reclamation in No. 7 Village was carried out slowly during the slack farming season. Relying on the young and strong people in the village, not much land could be reclaimed in a year.

That's why Old Sam thought of moving in the trolls and using their power to speed up the process of land reclamation.

Soon, under Strong's communication, Harris led the Minotaur totem warriors into the reclaimed area of ​​Village No. 7.

One by one, the totem poles of our ancestors were erected in the wilderness.

In fact, with Strong's salary and savings, it would be easy for him to support three hundred minotaurs.

But being supported and being self-reliant are two completely different things, and demonstrating social value is a higher level.

If the Splithoof Tribe can demonstrate the value of their existence and take root in the River Bend, then when the news spreads to the north, there will be an endless stream of clans that will travel thousands of miles to join the River Bend.

The spring sowing in Hewan is slowly coming to an end in a peaceful yet tense atmosphere.

Far away in the Earldom of Kurolov, at the easternmost part of the North, Locke Kurolov was training his troops hard.

After experiencing some setbacks, the young Locke has grown a lot. His face is no longer childish and his mind is more stable.

In the Battle of Biwoheim, the heavily armored elite phalanx carefully trained by the Kurolov family faced off against the line infantry of the river bend, suffering heavy casualties and its organization was destroyed.

After witnessing Hewan's line tactics, Locke realized that his own heavy armored phalanx could no longer keep up with the times, so he continued to increase his research efforts on muskets and began to train his own line infantry.

Fortunately, the Kurolov family was already wealthy and powerful, and they had swallowed up 70% of the land of Earl Isharov. Now, its population and resources are comparable to those of the most powerful Odalov family.

The damaged organization was quickly replenished.

Moreover, once a breakthrough is made in the production of firearms, output will increase exponentially.

Locke soon had three thousand musketeers and dozens of field smoothbore cannons.

But this amount of wealth is still not as much as that of the Brutus family in the south.

Brutus, the border Count of the southern border, has occupied one-third of the land in the south, owns twenty cities, and has a population of tens of millions.

He also had the most powerful naval fleet and almost monopolized the long-distance trade in the North and the Free States of the Isles.

The Earl's main city of the Brutus family also established the Imperial Capital's extraordinary alchemy workshop, which is capable of mass-producing high-strength alloys.

They have more muskets and cannons than the Kurolov family!

As an ally, Locke certainly hoped that Brutus would be strong enough, but now the opponent's strength exceeded their expectations, which became a threat.

Locke, who was training his troops, received news from the Earl's Palace.

"Master, the master wants to see you."

The butler who delivered the message lowered his head and added cautiously, "Master, you have to be careful of the master's temper."

Locke's eyes showed a hint of gloom, and he nodded and said, "I understand."

In the reception room of the Earl's Palace, Count Fabti and two guests sat opposite each other.

Now, Fabuti's left arm has become particularly thick and looks a little deformed.

Dense scarlet blood vessels spread from his arms, pierced into his shoulders, and penetrated into his neck and face.

The left half of his face was covered with blood vessels and tumors, making it look particularly frightening.

And his eyes were more proud, brutal and aggressive than before.

Sitting opposite him were the Blood Moon leader Flamel and the Orc commander Goron.

The orcs heading south were divided into the Eastern Legion and the Western Legion. The commander of the Western Legion was called Basalom, and the commander of the Eastern Legion was called Goron. Both of them were great chiefs of the orcs on the northern snowfields, equivalent to two kings.

Compared to Barsalom, who led an army of 100,000 to the south and forced the Duke of the North to lease land, the commander of the East, Goron, seemed much more unknown.

He had only 50,000 men under his command. Excluding auxiliary troops and the old and weak, there were at most 30,000 combat soldiers. Not to mention the northern main city of Olenik that stood in front of him, even the count's main city of Peshnik, Isharov, was helpless.

So he decisively surrendered to Farbuti Kurolov and finally gained a living space for his people.

The Blood Moon Sect leader Flamel beside him has also served the Kurolov family for decades.

Of course, as a ninth-level peak extraordinary wizard, Flamel's service is conditional and he will not surrender blindly.

Seeing the blood tumor on Fabuti's arm, Flamel sighed and said, "My Lord Earl, your arm has begun to bite you back. Cut it off quickly."

Fabuti raised his arm, which was thicker than the orcs', clenched his fist, and sneered: "Impossible, I am extremely powerful now."

After this winter, under the catalysis of the power of blood, this stitched arm was able to exert its full combat strength.

He also got further promotion and successfully reached the ninth level.

The incomparable sense of power brought by clenching his fist filled him with confidence.

If he were to fight Hard again at this time, he was confident that he could kill the old man with one punch.

When Locke came in, Fabuti asked casually, "What is Leo Mondo doing?"

Locke has been in charge of intelligence for the Earldom of River Bay. Hearing this, he said, "We are currently in charge of spring planting and road repairs. We have not mobilized any troops during this period."

Fabuti sneered, "The mud-legged earl only knows how to farm. It's good this way, so he won't interfere with our plans."

So he announced, "Son, get the troops ready, we are going to war again."

Locke was surprised and said, "Didn't we plan to rest for three years? With our current military strength, we can't defeat anyone!"

The "who" he was referring to was certainly not those small forces, but specifically Odalov in the west and Brutus in the south.

But when he said this, Fabuti felt humiliated and angrily asked, "What are you talking about? Where are the soldiers I asked you to recruit?"

Locke was about to explain that in order not to affect production in the territory, only 5,000 new soldiers were recruited last year, and their military training had not yet been completed.

But Fabuti waved his hand to stop his explanation, "I don't want to listen to your excuses. Within three months, I want 6,000 musketeers and 6,000 heavy armored infantry. Don't let me down."

Then he looked at the Blood Moon Sect Master Flamel, "Sect Master, how is the preparation of the Blood Moon Plan going? Can it be carried out ahead of time?"

Flamel looked worried. "It's roughly ready, but it would be too hasty to execute it now."

Fabuti shook his head and said, "Time waits for no one. If we continue to prepare, the Kurolov family will have no chance to become the King of the North. Give the order immediately to start the Blood Moon Plan."

Flamel stood up and said goodbye, "I'll be on my way."

The beastman commander Goron also stood up and said, "I will go and gather the warriors of the tribe, and they will follow you to fight at any time."

The two walked out of the living room and smiled at each other.

In the room, Locke said to Fabuti with a gloomy face: "Father, these two people have bad intentions. Don't trust them too much. The Blood Moon Plan is too cruel. Once it is launched, all lives will be destroyed and the Kurolov family will be infamous forever."

Every word Locke said made Fabuti feel particularly repulsive. He turned around suddenly and stared at Locke fiercely.

"If I don't trust them, who should I trust? You, a piece of shit?"