Warlord: King of All Clans

Varanger has now become the rear base of the orcs. There are 100,000 orcs gathered in the entire territory, relying on farming, animal husbandry, fishing and hunting to support the garrison of the Wind God Fortress.

As for Varanger, there are almost no troops stationed there, and it is not worried about the human attack at all.

The orcs have never been afraid of fighting humans in the field. If they are really attacked, all 100,000 orcs will become soldiers, and everyone will be fearless and brave. If they gather together, any human army will not be able to gain any benefit.

When the old orc shaman in charge of Varanger appeared, Leo was the first to go up and introduce himself.

"Master Shaman, I am Leo Mondo, the Count of the Northern Human Race. The one next to me is Count Herman Fruilov. We are a human delegation and we want to go to the Wind God Fortress to investigate the recent situation of the undead in the north."

After Leo explained his purpose, the old shaman readily agreed because this was his plan in the first place.

"I am the ancestor shaman Leoni. May the ancestors guide you forward."

"It just so happens that I have a batch of supplies that need to be sent to the north. I can go with you."

Soon, Leo saw the so-called supplies.

One hundred cartloads of unprocessed antler cassava.

"Master Shaman, can you beastmen maintain your fighting strength by eating only this?"

Leoni explained, "This is what we normally eat. There is meat supply during wartime, but now the cattle and sheep are all fattening up, so we can only let the soldiers on the frontline suffer and wait until winter comes before sending the cattle and sheep to the north."

The orcs' stomachs can digest the toxicity of antler cassava, so they can survive by eating antler cassava, but they can only keep themselves alive.

If you want to be a warrior, you still have to eat meat to nourish yourself.

Leo couldn't help but give a suggestion, "You can simply process the antler cassava and feed it to cattle and sheep. It can accelerate their fattening."

Leoni hesitated, "How can we feed the precious food to the cattle and sheep? There is not enough for the people."

Well, the cheapest deer antler cassava is also a precious commodity in the eyes of orcs.

Wild antler cassava with thick skin and lots of residue is processed into coarse potato cakes that can be eaten, and its weight is only 40% of the original.

If it is processed into fine potato starch, only 20% will remain.

So in Leo's eyes, Leoni's 100 carts of deer horn cassava were just 20 carts of fine potato flour, which was equivalent to the daily output of an assembly line in the smallest cassava processing plant in Hewan Territory.

In the southern part of the Wolf-Quxing Plain, as the wild boars and one-horned boars that could eat antler cassava were wiped out, antler cassava grew everywhere in the wild and could not be dug out completely.

Only the River Bay Territory has the technology to purify antler cassava, and they dislike the poor quality of wild antler cassava, so they need to grow it in large quantities on plantations.

There are many villages in the troll tribe of Asa, which survive by digging wild antler cassava and selling it to Gravelburg in exchange for real food.

But in Varanger, the wild antler cassava was dug up by the orcs in a short period of time, and now it can only be cultivated artificially.

Leo didn't say much, just watched along.

The orcs still remain as poor as they were when they moved south. The stupid orc laborers are not qualified farmers and can barely grow cassava, let alone other crops.

In addition to the shortage of food, other survival supplies are even more scarce.

Many orc laborers are naked, and only warriors can wear some cloth and fur.

Only half of the weapons in their hands were metal weapons, and many people were holding stone hammers, wooden sticks and animal bones.

By trading with humans, the orcs obtained a lot of materials that they didn't have before, but no matter what, humans were unwilling to sell iron tools to them.

The cheap ironware from the river bend also stopped at Frovald and never reached the hands of the orcs.

The combat effectiveness of orcs with iron tools and those without iron tools are completely different. Even Leo doesn't dare to sell iron tools to orcs casually.

Although the orcs had their own blacksmith shop in Varanger, the supply of weapons could not keep up with the speed of consumption.

Walking in the orc territory north of Varangle, Leo felt as if he had entered primitive society.

Soon, Leo saw the most legendary fortress in the empire - Aeolus Fortress.

The fifty-meter-high city wall, like a cliff, blocks the World Tree Avenue between the mountain passes.

Fengshen Fortress is not a single fortress, but a group of fortresses. The huge wall built on the mountain ridge stretches for more than ten miles and completely blocks the flattest section of the Wanren Mountains.

Now the defenders of the Wind God Fortress have been replaced by orc warriors.

Although they were seriously lacking in long-range projectile weapons, standing on the 50-meter-high city wall, they could kill the enemy by throwing a random stone.

Therefore, the defenders on the city walls had mediocre combat effectiveness, while the legions resting under the city walls were the elite.

The Tauren Totem Warriors, Orc Heavy Armored Troops, Wolf Cavalry Regiment, Troll Headhunter Regiment, and Goblin Behemoth Legion formed an army of 20,000 and stationed in the military camp under the Wind God Fortress.

A single Northern Earl could not resist such a large alien army. Only by gathering more than half of the Northern Earl's legions and high-level warriors could they barely stop it.

Leoni watched the huge metal gate slowly rise up, and while leading the way, he introduced: "Our soldiers mainly rest here, but there are strongholds along the three thousand miles of the North Glacier River to the east. The wolf cavalry will transmit the intelligence of each stronghold in time to prevent the Undead Legion from breaking through the defense line and entering the North."

Leo quickly bowed: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's just self-preservation."

Arriving at the wall of the Wind God Fortress, Leo saw the vast surface of the North Glacier River opposite. Looking across the river, he could vaguely see the mountains on the opposite bank.

The beastman commander, Barsalom, stood where he was. When he saw Leo and Herman approaching, he turned his head away and was unwilling to pay any attention to them.

Seeking help from humans was the idea of ​​Shaman Leoni. As the commander of the orcs, he couldn't let go of his pride for the time being.

Leo and Barthalom had met once during the racial war, so he took the initiative to approach him and said, "Master Barthalom, how are you?"

Barthalom saw Leo and reluctantly returned the greeting, "Hello, human count."

He was a peak level nine orc warrior, and could defeat Leo and Herman together with one hand, but he was also afraid that Leo would open a portal behind him and call the elven demigod to beat him up if they disagreed.

"Marshal, what is the current situation in the north?"

Barsalom said calmly: "Fortunately, there haven't been many battles this month. Those who gathered here are just a bunch of skeletons. We only lost twenty Minotaur Totem Warriors."

Leo felt a sharp pain, more distressed than Barthalom, "What? Twenty totem warriors died? They were totem warriors!"

The Tauren Totem Warrior is not only a combat unit, but also a production unit!

These honest, hardworking big guys are a hundred times more useful than ogres.

And eat grass!

Barsalom gave him a strange look. "Totem warriors are also warriors. It is their honor to die defending their homeland."

At this moment, smoke signals were heard from afar on the hills on the other side of the river.

An orc shaman used some unknown spell to obtain information from the other side and reported: "Great Chieftain, another army of undead appeared on the World Tree Avenue."