Warlord: King of All Clans

Hearing Fabuti's angry curse, Locke's face turned pale. He forced himself not to refute, lowered his head and waited for Fabuti to finish cursing before turning and leaving.

By the time he went out, the palms of his clenched fists were bleeding from his fingernails.

From the room behind, there could be heard the sounds of Fabuti smashing things and yelling.

Locke sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

The reason why the Kurolov family was able to grow from being known as the "Mountain Earl" to one of the Seven Earls of the North was due to the hard work of several generations, the kindness of fathers and sons, and the harmony between brothers.

For four generations in the Kurolov family, there had never been a war of succession to divide the territory, and the basic blood ties were maintained between fathers, sons and brothers.

Fifty years of hard work and fifty years of accumulation have led to the Kurolov of today.

The family tradition cultivated over a hundred years has made it so that no matter how arrogant and rude Fabuti may be outside, he will always be a gentle elder when facing his children and nephews when he returns home.

Locke had never been scolded like this by Fabuti since he was a child.

He regarded his father as a role model to learn from, and Fabuti also treated him as a treasure, teaching him patiently and without any effort since he was a child.

He is now the youngest mid-level transcendent in the empire, proficient in both magic and martial arts. He is a rare genius in the history of the human race. His ability in internal affairs and leadership is not inferior to that of the Earl of the North.

But now, he is called a waste by his own father.

After returning from Count Beowulf, Farbti's personality changed drastically, becoming more impatient and violent day by day.

He no longer had the patience to manage the people's livelihood in the territory, nor did he train the army himself. Instead, he only wanted to seize the position of King in the North as quickly as possible.

In order to achieve this temporarily elusive goal, Fabuti often stayed up all night, abused servants, and even killed people to vent his anger.

However, the gap in strength cannot be reversed overnight. Even at their peak last year, they were unable to capture the Earldom of Beowulf. Now, who can they defeat with a group of new recruits?

At this time, the old voice of Sautis came from the depths of his mind, "See, this is the result of abusing the power of blood. The magic of the blood clan is not suitable for humans. Your father's heart has been corrupted."

Savutis has lived in Locke's body for so many years and has never done anything to harm Locke. Every time a crisis occurs, he will issue a warning.

Subconsciously, Locke has begun to trust this old man whose identity is unknown.

"Then what should I do?"

"You have no choice. You are too weak."

Locke thought deeply and finally made up his mind: "I want to become stronger. The Kurolov family cannot be destroyed in my hands."

"Master Sa, how can I obtain the so-called power of the void?"

"Follow me."

The Anzeno River, which runs across the northern border, flows quietly, and with the arrival of spring, the water level gradually rises.

The water falling from the magnificent barrier waterfall flows thousands of miles and finally flows into Storm Sound in the northeast.

Stormheim, there is actually no storm.

Its original meaning is "a fjord sheltered from the storm".

The Storm Sea east of the northern border is hit by typhoons and heavy rains all year round. Apart from large sea vessels, even fishing boats dare not leave the shore too far.

But as long as you enter the fjord from the narrow entrance of Stormheim, the storm outside is blocked by the huge mountains and suddenly becomes calm, as if you have entered another world.

On the west bank of Stormheim, a huge fortress stands on the edge of the fjord.

Oleynik, the main city in the north, is one of the two walls of the empire.

Seven hundred years ago, the human race in the north lived south of the Anzeno River, and the beastmen lived north of the Anzeno River.

The king of the orcs, who had conquered the entire north coast, set his sights on the northern humans, who were still in the Age of Kings.

Faced with the organized orc army, the divided tribes of the North were simply unable to resist the invasion.

So the last High King of the North, the first Grand Duke of the North, Fiona Odalov, agreed to join the Orlantis Empire in the south.

Thousands of armored knights from the southern border and organized imperial legions poured into the north.

The Imperial Legion, which possessed advanced construction technology, built castles on a large scale in the north, with a castle every ten miles and a city every hundred miles, gradually driving the orcs into the northern snowfields.

Then it took nearly a hundred years to build two giant fortresses known as the "Twin Walls of the Empire", the Aeolus Fortress and Olenik.

One in the east and the other in the west, they completely blocked the beastmen in the snowfield and prevented them from moving south for hundreds of years.

Unfortunately, the North is a barren land after all. After losing the assistance of the South, the material supplies of the two fortresses have been decreasing year by year, and the garrisons have been reduced again and again.

Compared to the Aeolus Fortress where only a thousand soldiers were stationed, Olenik was much better.

After all, this place is adjacent to Storm Fjord and is located at the mouth of the Anzeno River. Whether it is an ocean-going fleet or several large cities in the Anzeno River basin, supplies can reach Olenik by water.

Although Oleynik is located in the north, the climate is not bad. The large plains within its jurisdiction have always been the grazing ground for the dragon-scale horses of the Duke's Palace, and the fertile soil along the river can also be used to grow a lot of crops.

Today, Olenik is still home to 300 armored soldiers and 1,000 heavy-armored soldiers from the Odalov family, and the entire territory has a population of over 100,000.

In order to deal with the threats from the orcs and the Kurolov family, the Grand Duke also recruited some of the territory's square and corner flags to form a full-strength legion in cooperation with the garrison.

Although six thousand elite warriors, together with Olenik's militia, could not defeat the orc army and the armed forces of the Kurolov family heading south, they could at least defend the city without any problem.

William Odalov, the eldest son of the Grand Duke of the North, is stationed in Oleynik all year round. He leads the main city of the North on behalf of the Grand Duke and controls this throat fortress in the North.

This nearly forty-year-old heir to the Grand Duke has been promoted to a high rank and is assisted by an eighth-level archmage.

Standing on the high platform of the Duke's Palace, William quietly looked down at the earth, letting the slightly chilly spring breeze blow on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

His personal attendant came over and whispered, "Master, there has been a spring epidemic in the Lower City District. It has been quarantined in time and is not expected to cause a large-scale infection."

William nodded, but still warned seriously, "Spring epidemic is a big deal. We must not let our guard down. You must personally supervise it and never let it go."

He hesitated for a moment, then gave the order: "Allocate a batch of cloth and food from the Duke's Palace warehouse and distribute it to the civilians in the lower city. Make sure it is delivered to everyone. Anyone who embezzles will be executed immediately."

"But..." His attendant hesitated. Since the establishment of the Earldom of Grant, the Earldom of Odalov has provided a large amount of material assistance, and Olenik's supplies are not so abundant.

The reserves of the Duke's Palace are used to support the garrison in resisting foreign enemies, not to provide welfare to civilians.

William knew what he was thinking and said firmly, “Just do it.”