Warlord: King of All Clans

With the arrival of autumn, more and more undead gathered on the other side of the river. Barsalom said goodbye and left, taking the orc warriors to clear out the gathered undead.

Also traveling with them were Rambo's 500 elite scouts and Kedosa's troll musketeers.

As for Asa, because he was proficient in treatment, he chose to stay with Dorn in the Wind God Fortress to provide medical assistance.

In your spare time, you can also learn shaman spells from the old orc shaman Leoni.

Especially his insight.

The threshold for practicing Insight is extremely high, requiring the practitioner's magical perception talent to be at least three times that of the normal magic system.

However, when Asa awakened to his extraordinary state, he possessed a rare talent for sensing magic, and through a simple ritual, he could sense the flow of magic within a hundred miles.

This is extremely rare in the entire history of Shamanism. Even the Great Shaman Leoni, the ancestor of the Beastmen, and the Holy Shaman Runadov of the Human Race did not have such ability when they first entered the extraordinary realm.

Leoni was very optimistic about this junior, so he spared no effort in teaching him.

Freya, on the other hand, was attracted by Zion's powerful fighting skills and pestered the Tauren Chieftain all day long to learn war trampling.

When Zion is not in combat mode, he is just a simple and dull old cow. He cannot stand Freya's pestering and starts to teach her.

"Watch carefully the flow of my magic power and see clearly."

"War Tramples!"

As Zion moved, tremendous magic power gathered at his right foot, and then he stepped down heavily. The ground around his body suddenly cracked, and all the soil and rocks floated half a meter in the air, and fell down after two seconds of weightlessness.

This was just a demonstration, so it wasn't used at full strength and didn't do much damage.

Freya indicated that she understood and began to hold her breath, then suddenly jumped up and sat down on the ground.

"War Tramples!"

The magic power spread, the dust was stirred up, and the ground was cracked by her sitting.

Freya squatted there obediently, looking at Zion with great joy, waiting for praise.

Zion's eyes darkened, and he was offended. "Can't you just use your legs?"

"Groundhogs don't have long legs! And their butts are more powerful!"

As for Leo, he took the opportunity to follow Barthalom Blade and learn the two-handed swordsmanship of the Blade Clan.

Whether it's the ancient orc swordsman heritage in his mind, or the two-handed swordsmanship of the Odalov family, or the two-handed swordsmanship of the Beowulf family, they all lead to the same goal and are passed down from the same lineage.

After consulting Bartholomew again, Leo's swordsmanship level continued to rise rapidly.

At the frontline on the opposite bank, the orc heavy armored warrior Ag flew with his battle axe, splitting the bodies of two undead orcs in succession, and was pounced on by an undead saber-toothed tiger the next second.

He was wearing a rare plate chain mail armor of the orcs. After the half-foot-long fangs of the undead saber-toothed tiger bit through the plate chain mail, they became embedded in it, causing the two to stick together.

If he hadn't been protected by the chain mail, half of his shoulder would have been torn off by the undead saber-toothed tiger's terrifying bite ability.

But it was not comfortable now. The strong saber-toothed tiger was dragging him and shaking its head back and forth.

Agger's strong body of more than 200 pounds is as light as a scarecrow to the saber-toothed tiger.

After being swung several times, the chain mail was finally torn apart. Ag felt himself flying up and then falling heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, the undead saber-toothed tiger did not chase him, but fought with another orc warrior beside him.

But before Agger could rejoice, an even more terrifying undead mammoth rushed towards him.

The heavy body stepped on the ground, shaking the earth.

Agger's bones and muscles were almost shaken apart by the saber-toothed tiger and he could not move at all. He could only watch as the mammoth's rotten feet turned into shadows and stepped towards his face.

At this moment, Ag felt his legs being pulled suddenly, and he moved half a meter back, barely avoiding the trampling of the undead mammoth.

The rotten giant foot pressed against his forehead, trampled a half-meter-deep dent in the ground, and then continued to move forward.

Agger felt his body continue to be dragged towards the back of the battlefield.

Amid the collisions, he could see clearly that they were two kobolds wearing leather armor and carrying backpacks. They put two ropes around his ankles, tied them around his shoulders and pulled hard.

After dragging it for a hundred meters and escaping from the most intense battlefield, the two dog-headed men let go of the rope and turned back to check on Ag's condition.

A dog-headed man used his claws to pry open the broken armor on Agger's body, and immediately barked happily, "Intestines, it's intestines!"

It turned out that the undead saber-toothed tiger not only tore his chain mail with its fangs, but also scratched him with its claws, ripping open his stomach.

His chest and abdomen were covered in blood, his internal organs were exposed, and blood was gushing out.

Even if an orc has strong vitality, he can only wait for death after suffering such serious injuries.

Another kobold took out Agger's intestines from his belly, tied them around his neck, and showed off to his companions, "The orc's intestines are steaming hot, so fun!"

The first Kobold immediately pounced over, snatched back the intestines, and stuffed them back into Agger's belly, "He's not dead yet, we can't play!"

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle from his first aid kit and poured the liquid inside into Ager's stomach, directing as he poured, "Pick out all the mud and leaves. It's dirty. No."

Ag was terrified, but had no strength to resist. Before he fainted, he only smelled the strong aroma of alcohol.

This is the strong liquor of the human race. Only warriors who return victoriously can have a sip of it.

The kobold of the river bend, are you planning to eat my intestines as a snack?

When Ag woke up again, he found himself lying in the barracks of the Wind God Fortress, surrounded by rows of warriors of the same tribe.

He had been to this barracks before, but it had changed a lot now. It was not only bright and transparent, but also clean and tidy.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, alcohol, and herbs, but without the previous smell of feces, urine, and decay.

Looking at his chest and abdomen, he saw centipede-like scars all over them. The wounds that were completely impossible to bandage were now basically covered with scars.

Before Agger could sit up, two kobolds rushed over, "This one is awake! Great, make room for him in the bed!"

Then he pushed the wooden bed with wheels under him and rushed out of the camp.

Caught off guard, Ag could only hold on to the edge of the bed to avoid falling.

After rushing out of the camp, the two dog-headed men lifted up the cart, threw Agger on the ground, and then ran away dragging the cart.

Agger sat up with difficulty and looked up. He saw that two kobolds had already put another orc warrior with a broken arm onto a small cart and were dragging him back.

"Orcs, it's fun!"

Ag, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the scene stupidly, then raised his hands and looked at his palms.

Am I reborn?

Before he could think, another kobold came in front of him, dragging his two-handed battle axe with difficulty.

Throwing the two-handed battle axe into Agger's arms, the kobold urged, "The axe is sharpened, you are good again, go to battle!"