Warlord: King of All Clans

At the northernmost part of the Counties of Fruilov, the huge Aeolus Fortress stands on the mountain pass.

The broad Arctic Glacier divides the northern forest into two areas: the northern mountains and the northern snowfields.

On the south bank of the middle and upper reaches of the Arctic Ice River, there is a continuous mountain range, which together with the Arctic Ice River completely separates the two areas.

The Wind God Fortress was built on a pass in this mountain range, blocking the World Tree Avenue.

Hundreds of years ago, a holy wizard mobilized 100,000 craftsmen to build a magnificent wall, which was fifty meters high, enough to block any behemoth units of the orcs.

The four-meter-tall mammoth is like an ant underneath it.

This huge fortress, known as one of the "Twin Walls of the Empire", is large enough to accommodate 30,000 troops, and the battle posts on the city walls can accommodate 10,000 people fighting together.

This was originally the largest fortress built by the Human Empire to stop the Orcs from moving south, but now it has been leased to the Orcs.

Barsalom, the commander of the Western Orc Legion, is a ninth-level warrior. Beside him are a ninth-level shaman and a seventh-level tauren war chief.

The three of them formed the chief council of the Orcs' western army.

There was originally a high-level troll chief, but he was killed by a strong human in the racial war.

The troll tribes under his command also lost control, broke apart, and scattered across the Wolf-Driving Plains, no longer submitting to the orcs.

Because it is summer now, the snow line in the northern snowfields has retreated northward, revealing an endless boreal forest.

But in the eyes of these foreign races who were born and raised in the snowfields, the northern snowfields are no longer familiar, but full of eeriness and weirdness.

An orc messenger is reporting news from the east.

The news of the great battle at Oleynik finally spread all the way from the wilderness to the west.

After listening to this, Barsalom nodded and said, "The Voodoo Master is dead, and Goron has lost an arm. How pitiful."

Gronn was the leader of the Eastern Legion of the Orcs and was in a rival relationship with him. Now that he had lost both his left and right arms, he became a lonely man and could only be loyal to the human earl.

The Eastern Legion was originally weak. After the high-level warriors died one by one in the battle, their strength was not even comparable to that of the human earls. They could only rely on the vassal human warriors to survive.

A race without sovereignty can only become cannon fodder.

Half of the orc warriors under Goron's command were turned into blood slaves by Count Fabuti. Although their combat effectiveness was improved, they were also out of his control.

On the other hand, the situation on the west road was much better. With the guarantee of the elven demigod, they obtained a piece of land of their own.

Compared to the northern snowfields which only have forests and tundra, the resources in the north are more abundant. Several races worked together and finally took root.

With the help of the Tauren tribe, the old Orc shaman led his people to plant large-scale antler cassava in the territory of Varangle, and has achieved some results in the past two years.

Combined with the food trade with the human race, they were finally able to feed their people.

But they faced not only the problem of food, but also the endless stream of undead armies from the north.

Most of the land in the northern snowfields has been corrupted by the magic of death and has become a decadent and withered land. Countless undead souls have crawled out from the ground and continued to move southward under the drive of the magic of death.

The creatures in the snowfield do not rot after death. Except for being eaten by wild beasts, the rest are all sealed in the frozen soil.

After thousands of years of accumulation, there are countless corpses under the snow, which is almost inexhaustible.

The old orc shaman at the side had blue magic like clouds and smoke in his eyes as he stared at the obsidian table in front of him.

After looking at the empty table for a long time, the old shaman came to his senses and said, "There are more and more undead in the northern snowfields. We must send a legion to cross the river and destroy the undead in advance, otherwise we will not be able to hold on until winter."

Barsalom looked embarrassed. "More than half of my soldiers were killed in the winter, and I haven't been able to recruit enough soldiers yet. How can the army cross the river?"

The Tauren War Chief on the side spoke up: "I'll go."

After saying this, without waiting for his companions to nod, he walked towards the city, gathered the totem warriors in his hands, and went to the other side to annihilate the enemy.

The North Glacier is navigable by armies half of the year, so the undead always crowd on the north bank in the summer and wait to move south in the winter.

Every winter, thousands of orc warriors died on the shores.

Fortunately, the undead in the northern snowfields were all newborns. There were many powerful individuals, but very few highly intelligent ones, so they had no tactics to speak of, and were barely able to be stopped by the orc army.

The strength of the orcs will be difficult to recover in a short period of time, and the undead are gathering more and more. If they are not cleared in advance, it will be difficult to survive in winter.

After a while, the people on the city wall saw the gate of the fortress below open, and the Minotaur War Chief led a team of Minotaur totem warriors to the dock next to the fortress, boarded a ship and crossed the river to fight.

The old orc shaman looked at their backs and said, "Get ready to ask the humans for help. This winter is going to be very hard for us."

Barsalom sneered, "Humans? They are fighting so hard, will they send troops to help us? You wishful thinking."

The old shaman sighed and advised, "Don't cling to prejudice. The human race has been prosperous for a thousand years for a reason. There will always be people with a long-term vision who will worry about the north, but the prerequisite is that you have to spread the news here."

Barsalom didn't even bother to contact the human race, but now he had nowhere else to turn and could only bow his head. "So what do you say we should do?"

The old shaman thought for a moment and said, "I heard that the human race has a good thing called newspapers. I plan to go back to Varanger and start an orc newspaper."

Barthalom suddenly grinned, "How many orcs can read? Read newspapers?"

The old shaman shook his head. "It's for the human race to see. It's propaganda. You don't understand."

Barsalom completely trusted the old shaman's wisdom. Although he had no hope, he still nodded and said, "Then you go back and do it. I'll guard this place."

Soon, the Orc newspapers appeared in the market of Frowald and were regarded as a strange story for a while.

Many nobles did not believe that orcs could read, and they bought low-quality orc newspapers to read.

There is a station of the Hewan Caravan here. The owner of the caravan is also a spy of the lord's mansion. When he saw these newspapers, he collected them immediately and sent them to Hewan.

When the newspaper publishers at Riverbend saw the Orc newspaper, they immediately spotted a business opportunity and excitedly flicked the newspaper with their fingers, "Great stuff! What a gimmick!"

With a little force, the orc newspaper was torn.

The toilet paper that Hewan uses to wipe butts is better than this kind of paper.

Compared to the orcs' straw paper and inferior printing technology, the quality of Hewan's newspapers is comparable to the paper used for professional books.

Many nobles who loved reading newspapers also developed a hobby of collecting newspapers, considering them as part of their book collections.

"Hurry up and work overtime to transcribe and adapt it, correct the typos and grammatical errors, and then add pictures and publish it throughout the Earldom of Riverbend."

"I want to sell them to the Southern Territory Capital!"

"By the way, send a letter to the north and ask the orcs if they want to purchase paper and printing presses. We can give them a 20% discount."