Warlord: King of All Clans

While the two were talking, Freya had finished the inspection.

The little groundhog said in a professional doctor's tone: "It's nothing serious. Once he has rested well, he will wake up naturally."

Her medical skills were not much better than Leo's. After all, elves never get sick or get hurt very often.

But during these years, he worked as a barefoot doctor everywhere in Hewan, and was forced to learn a lot of medical skills from Al, and he managed to become the chief doctor of Hewan.

Leo couldn't wait, so he asked, "Can't you just wake him up?"

Freya shook her head. "He is very sad now. He needs dreams to digest these emotions. It is best not to wake him up directly."

Leo and Grant looked at each other and said nothing.

There are many people whose personalities change drastically after suffering severe mental trauma. The stronger the person, the more terrifying the obsession they form.

For ordinary people, the phrase "becoming a devil in one thought" is very mysterious. After all, even if they have the thought of "becoming a devil", they do not have the ability to do so.

But for high-level strong people, that is very normal.

Fortunately, the stronger a person's willpower is, the stronger his ability to heal himself is. Perhaps when the Grand Duke of the North wakes up, he will be able to adjust his mentality, continue to turn the tide and take control of the overall situation.

But time waits for no one. Grant sighed, "In such a large Odalov family, there is no one available. The situation in the north is very serious. I have to leave tonight."

"Leo, you may need to stay in Anhurst and accompany the Grand Duke for a while."

Leo was surprised and asked, "You want to leave too?"

Grant said seriously, "Olenik has fallen, and 100,000 blood slaves are heading south, approaching Knight Gunther's Tiamaus. I must go back and try to stop the enemy on the north bank."

"I'll leave the matters in the south to you."

Leo felt awkward for a moment. He had no acquaintances in Anhurst except for the Duke of the North. "If you leave, who can I trust?"

Grant pointed to the old man standing silently at the door and said, "This is Fred Floyd, the butler of the Earl's Mansion. The Floyd family has been loyal to Odalov for generations. You can trust him absolutely."

"Barlow Bridget, the deputy leader of the Wind Knights, is on his way back from the south. You can trust him, too."

"In addition, there is also the dean of Anhurst Magic College, the ninth-level archmage Pavlov, who is also a good friend of my father."

Leo was relieved and nodded, "I will take good care of the Grand Duke."

The Odalov family is a thousand-year-old royal family in the North. They are descendants of the eldest son of the god of war Tyr. There are many powerful people inside and outside the family. They are definitely not useless as Grant said.

It’s just that Grant himself lacks prestige and cannot mobilize these people.

After Grant left, Leo said to Frey, the butler of the Earl's Mansion: "Master Butler, what should I do?"

Frey bowed his head slightly and made clear arrangements: "Dozens of envoys from various parties have gathered in the Earl's Palace, and they want to find out the news about the Grand Duke. You need to come forward to appease them."

These envoys are allies, vassals, or even enemies of the Odalov family. The safety of the Grand Duke is closely related to the decisions of the forces behind them.

Leo knew that these things could not be delayed, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Okay!"

The first city south of Olenik is Tiamos, a branch city of the former Earldom of Beboos.

After Gunther Gregory, a high-ranking knight from the Beowulf family, captured this place, he personally garrisoned the city and restored people's livelihood.

He was not born a barbarian. He traveled around the world in the first half of his life and saw a lot of sufferings of the people. So with the prestige he had accumulated in the Earldom of Beowulf over the years, he monopolized this city and did not let the barbarians destroy it.

Under his management, the people's livelihood in Tiamat quickly recovered and was no worse than that in Grant's Clemens.

The territory of Tiamus is not suitable for farming, but it is the best horse breeding ground in the North. Tens of thousands of square kilometers of grassland raise the best war horses in the North.

There is no reproductive isolation between dragon-scale horses and northern war horses. Olenik's dragon-scale horse herd roams everywhere, and they breed with the wild horse herds of Tiamos, producing a large number of dragon-blood horses, which all benefit the lord of Tiamos.

As long as these thousand-gold horses are well raised and sold to the three borders of the empire, the income of the city of Tiamous alone will be equal to the entire Earldom of Beowulf.

But from today on, all that is gone.

Looking at the sea of ​​people slowly approaching outside the northern city wall, Knight Gunther couldn't help but sigh.

A powerful wild hunter king beside him raised the dragon hunting bow in his hand and shot an arrow.

The sharp arrow flew a thousand meters away and accurately hit the body of a blood slave.

The terrifying force tore the blood slave's body into pieces, and then pierced through the person behind him before sinking into the ground.

The companions who were crowded around the deceased just looked at the corpse on the ground expressionlessly, and then continued to stare numbly at the walls of Tiamaus.

A few hungry blood slaves picked up the scraps of meat on the ground, stuffed them into their mouths and chewed them slowly.

During this period, one hundred thousand blood slaves walked across hundreds of miles of grass sea and slowly surrounded Tiamous.

They passed through like locusts, slaughtering everything in their path.

Whether it was humans or animals, crops, grass roots or tree bark, as long as it could fit into their stomachs, they would eat it all.

Those who managed to escape were also transformed into zombie-like blood slaves under the control of blood magic and lost their self-awareness.

Seeing tens of thousands of blood slaves gathering outside the city, and a steady stream of troops heading south, when armored warriors began to appear among the blood slaves, Knight Gunther's adjutant couldn't help but sigh, "Captain, retreat quickly, this city can't be defended."

Gunther glanced at the city behind him. In addition to tens of thousands of urban residents, there were tens of thousands of rural residents who had fled in. He shook his head and said, "We can't retreat. Ordinary people are not as strong as the blood slaves. Once they leave the city, and another 100,000 blood slaves head south, the entire northern border will suffer."

"As long as we hold out for ten days, Earl Harde and Earl Grant's armies will arrive. Defending the city is the best option."

When the blood slave army was gathered, the blood mages hidden among them began to control the blood slaves to deploy their troops.

A low-level blood mage can control one hundred blood slaves through the amplification of the Blood Moon Forbidden Spell. A mid-level blood mage can control one thousand blood slaves. A high-level blood mage can control tens of thousands of blood slaves.

Even so, even though all the members of the Blood Moon Sect had gathered together and also summoned various branch organizations in the three secret realms, the control over the 100,000 blood slaves was still very loose.

The entire Blood Moon Sect has never used such a blood moon formation and is still in the exploratory stage.

Moreover, what is needed to deploy troops is not extraordinary strength but military quality. It is obvious that the military quality of this group of blood mages is not very good.

One hundred thousand blood slaves surrounded Tiamaus all over the mountains and plains, barely distinguishing the unarmored civilians from the armored soldiers. After gathering the available combat forces, they could not wait to start attacking the city.