Warlord: King of All Clans

Ag, who had recovered from his shock, carried his axe and planned to cross the river to continue fighting.

But his wish did not come true. The Orc Legion was no longer the same as before. Not every soldier could go to the front line whenever they wanted.

When we first went south, we were all warriors from different clans. If we wanted to fight, we just had to shout, "Blood and glory!" and charge forward.

If you win the fight, you get to eat meat; if you lose, you die.

The orcs' tactics are limited to mindless charge and fighting to the death.

But now, commanders have begun to learn from the cunning humans, building puzzling legion organizations and conducting red-hot military training, saying that wars must be fought with methods.

The battle formation that Agger was in had been severely damaged in the previous battle, and the troops retreated to the Aeolus Fortress to rest and recuperate.

If he wanted to continue fighting, he had to wait for his troops to be replenished, instead of just finding a team to join as before.

But Agger's troops are an elite battalion of heavily armored warriors from the Orcs, all of whom are wearing armor, and it will take a long time to restore their organization.

So Agger wandered around the legion camp carrying his axe, trying to find the two ogres who rescued him and thank them.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the orcs, all gnolls look the same and they can only distinguish their general species. Ag has no idea which two dogs saved him.

Looking around, Agger felt that the entire fortress was full of kobolds.

Like Agger, other orc warriors felt the same way.

There were dog-headed men everywhere in the military camps, at the docks, and on the battlefields. Even when you opened your eyes suddenly while sleeping, you could see a dog-headed man rummaging through garbage in the corner of a military tent.

Clearly, the entire River Bend support force consisted of only a thousand gnolls, but it gave the impression that there were an army of a hundred thousand.

These dog-headed men are so active, jumping around all day and night, with endless energy.

Agger wondered if Hewan had allocated too much rations to them, because you see the orcs weren't so energetic.

Compared to the dull orc warriors, the Great Shaman Leoni was only shocked by the performance of the River Bay Kobolds.

Whether it was the five hundred kobold first aid workers led by Rambowan or the five hundred kobold nurses led by Dorn, they all displayed extremely terrifying medical capabilities.

The elite scouts who changed their profession to first aid workers were already familiar with the brutal battlefields. They were keen on watching the battles at a very close distance, and even ran around under the crotches of both sides to drag away the incapacitated wounded as soon as possible.

Their rescue methods are rough and simple, but they are special skills honed over the years on the battlefield. They are precise and effective.

Without their battlefield first aid, half of the seriously injured would have died before the battle was over, let alone being sent to the rear camp.

The ogre nurses in the rear had all passed Al's medical rescue training and had modern medical skills and theoretical knowledge.

Just by simply cleaning the ward, debridement and disinfection, and giving the wounded some liquid food to ensure energy, many seriously injured and dying orc warriors can be pulled back from the brink of death.

The cassava flour sent from Hewan only needs to be added to water and stirred to become a paste, which can then be poured directly into the stomach of the wounded through a tube.

Normally, after a battle, half of the minor injuries would leave them disabled, and half of the serious injuries would die because there was no time for treatment.

However, with the help of the ogre's surgical rescue, the blessing of holy light spells, and their own strong physical fitness, the casualties of the orc army suddenly decreased, and the disability rate dropped by 80%.

There were countless orc warriors like Agger who were disemboweled, had their limbs broken, and were still rescued. For a time, the entire legion camp was filled with orc warriors with huge centipede scars on their bodies.

In the past, these scarred warriors would have been piled up as corpses waiting to be burned.

Leoni, the distinguished Great Shaman of the Orcs, bowed his head and began to ask a kobold Holy Light Priest for medical knowledge that was beyond his time.

As autumn deepens, the winds along the Arctic Ice River become colder and stronger, and the number of undead souls increases.

Leo was with Barsalom and had just killed three undead rhinos with the Frost Sword.

Perhaps it is because of the Scourge Gate that cremation is popular among the humans and orcs in the North, and most of the corpses are burned to ashes by their own people.

But not all tribes in the northern snowfields have this condition. The Tauren tribes and goblin clans living on the tundra are extremely short of fuel. There is not enough fuel for the living, let alone the dead.

Moreover, the climate in the snowfield is extremely harsh. Often after a winter, the entire tribe would freeze to death. Unless they were discovered by their neighbors, they would gradually be buried in the frost and snow.

Not to mention the large wild animals, countless of them died of old age, injuries, or fell into the icy lake.

Even if it is eaten clean by scavengers, the remaining skeleton can still crawl up under the influence of the magic of death.

So the further north you go, the fewer people there are, but the more corpses there are under the ice and snow.

When he was not controlling the black dragon, it was not easy for Leo to kill a giant undead rhinoceros.

The thick-skinned and tough undead giant rhinoceros has no sense of fear like living beings, and will continue to attack as long as it has not lost the ability to move.

Leo had to use all his strength to chop them in half in order to stop them from rushing into the orc battle formation behind him.

But even for high-level extraordinary people, their physical strength is limited. If they try their best here and there, they will be exhausted before the battle is over.

So Leo could only make choices and focus on attacking targets that posed a great threat. In order to save energy, he also tried to attack their limbs to destroy their ability to move, and then let his followers finish off the attackers.

There is no doubt that the battlefield is the best place to hone combat skills. After just a few battles, Leo's insights during this period were transformed into actual combat effectiveness.

Personally participating in front-line combat, Leo felt the oppression of the undead even more. Battles involving tens of thousands of people occurred every month, and battles involving thousands of people occurred every day.

The several outposts on the other side of the Wind God Fortress are all meat grinders for the orc army.

Moreover, in every battle, victory is the only option, because only the winner has the right to clean up the battlefield and burn the corpses of both sides.

If we suffer a great defeat in a battle, within a few days, the corpses lying on the ground will slowly crawl up and become part of the undead army.

Fortunately, the beastman army has the protection of the North Glacier and the Wanren Mountains, and can retreat to the south bank to rest at any time.

No wonder they moved their entire clan south. There were no such geographical conditions in the northern snowfields. If they were not careful, they would be surrounded by the undead army.

The battle was finally over. Despite their fatigue, the orc warriors followed the kobold paramedics and assisted them in rescuing the wounded.

Four or five Gnoll paramedics were surrounding a seriously injured Tauren Totem Warrior. After treating his wounds, they discussed how to send him back to the camp.

Their small cart could not accommodate such a huge object.

Some suggested dismantling it into pieces, moving it back to the camp and reassembling it.

But he was immediately refuted by his companions, because such treatment was not aesthetically pleasing.

The Tauren totem warriors nearby were stunned. They ignored their own injuries and ran away carrying their companions.

The two ogres ignored the orc warrior who was vomiting blood and fought with their teeth for a thigh bone of an undead orc.

Rambowan kicked over two of his subordinates who were playing tug-of-war and told them to go and rescue others.

(One update today! Take a break, don’t say I’ve been updating alone! I’ve already achieved four months of perfect attendance! I’m a hard-working guy!)