Warlord: King of All Clans

Standing on the hill, Leo couldn't help but smile at the messy kobolds.

Looking at the Orc army, they did not fall into chaos after the war. Instead, under the leadership of their respective captains, they cleaned up the battlefield, counted the battle damage, and rebuilt their defenses.

They have been fighting against the human army for two years, learned a lot of knowledge about the human army, and have been fighting against the undead army continuously. Every frontline soldier is a veteran who has been baptized by blood and fire.

If the orc army that just came south could have been half as disciplined as it is now, it would definitely not be as easy for the northern humans to defend Frovald.

Basalom, who was beside him, inserted the long knife in his hand into the ground in front of him and looked into the depths of the snowfield.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed, and he said in a deep voice: "Follow me."

As he said this, he drew out his long sword, jumped from the top of the hill, jumped a hundred meters away, and landed in the pine forest.

Leo could only see his figure flashing among the pine trees and rushing towards the north.

Leo didn't think too much and summoned the black dragon to chase after it.

The north bank of the Arctic Ice River is still covered with dense boreal pine forests, just like the towering mountains in the north.

But now there is rarely any sign of life, the trees are gradually withering, and it looks eerie.

In the middle of the pine forest, from time to time you can see an undead creature, raising its empty eye sockets and staring at the black dragon flying in the sky.

Barsalom went on for a hundred miles until he came to a dark valley.

Leo jumped off the black dragon and followed Barthalom's footsteps. Looking at the dark valley, he couldn't help but ask, "Is this the Withered Land?"

In the valley before us, the trees had long since died, their bark had turned black, and fallen leaves were piled on the ground, also emitting a decayed smell.

The air was filled with a thick smell of death, which was ten times more concentrated than outside the valley, making people feel inexplicably gloomy.

Barsalom nodded and said, "Yes, only places like this can breed undead creatures. I didn't expect that they have spread here."

Leo released his spiritual sense to explore the surroundings and felt something unusual. "But this place doesn't look like it's spreading naturally, but rather it's man-made."

A large amount of death magic condenses, and when the concentration reaches a certain threshold, it will corrupt the earth and form a withered land.

However, the source of the death magic is blocked by the elven demigod and the holy team, and it will not be allowed to pour out indiscriminately.

Therefore, after the death magic spread to the southern part of the northern snowfield, it had become extremely thin and would only awaken the corpses of living beings, but would not corrupt the earth and give birth to pure undead spirits.

The so-called undead are different from the undead. Ordinary undead are puppet creatures transformed from the corpses of living creatures and have no self-awareness.

But the undead are similar to elves, they are pure magical creatures condensed from the magic of death.

This kind of undead has self-awareness, can awaken innate skills, actively maintain the withered land, and mass-produce undead armies.

The dark valley before us was obviously unusual.

Barsalom also agreed with Leo, so he came to check it out.

"Ghosts and liches were born in the depths of the snowfield and have been secretly controlling the actions of the Undead Army. Perhaps this is their masterpiece."

The withered land is like a source of plague. If it is not dealt with in time, it will only slowly expand and become larger and larger, awakening the corpses underground one by one.

The two men carried their weapons and walked into the dark valley.

After walking a few steps, a huge black shadow jumped out from the side.

This is a dead wolf, but it is very different from a normal wolf. Its body is more hunched and deformed, with bone spurs all over its body and elongated joints on its four claws, making it look more like a human hand with sharp claws.

Basalom's long sword created a flash of light, which swept across a distance of five meters and instantly cut the attacker in half.

"It's a ghoul."

This is an advanced creature among the undead. After the corpse of a living creature is transformed into an undead, it will mutate by constantly devouring corpses and absorbing magic power, and become a more powerful ghoul, which is similar to the extraordinary advancement of living creatures.

But low-level zombies can only kill mortals, and they can't even withstand a blow from Barsalom, who is at the peak of level nine.

As soon as this zombie was killed, seven or eight zombies pounced again.

Leo also raised his giant sword and chopped them down, killing them one by one.

The further you go into the valley, the stronger the magic of death becomes. The ground has turned into black mud with a pungent and suffocating stench.

The number of zombies was increasing. The two of them killed more than thirty zombies of various appearances along the way before they saw a black building deep in the valley.

Leo asked curiously: "Is this the lair of the lich?"

Before he finished speaking, Leo saw with his peripheral vision that Barsalom's long sword was swinging towards him.

Leo raised his sword and asked in surprise, "Lord Barsalom?"

Barsalom said nothing, his eyes were red, and he just kept attacking.

The two fought for several rounds, and Leo was under tremendous pressure. He was just a swordsman who had just been promoted to a high-level position. No matter how talented he was, he was no match for Barsalom, who was at the peak of level nine.

Like the Grand Duke of the North, Barthalom also has the title of Sword Master among the Orcs!

Leo realized something was wrong and shouted, "Lord Barsalom, you are being mind-controlled!"

After taking another blow of the sword, Leo was about to retreat out of the valley and lure Barsalom to leave together.

But then he realized something was wrong. Was he that powerful? Could he survive so many moves from Barsalom, who was at the peak of level nine?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, it suddenly became clear, and he found Barsalom standing beside him, watching him fight with the air.

There were already several corpses of zombies lying on the ground beside him, and judging from the knife marks, they were all killed by Barsalom.

"Be careful, it's an illusion."

It turned out that I had been tricked and fell into the enemy's illusion.

Fortunately, he had the power of the dragon soul to strengthen his spirit. If he were an ordinary level seven warrior, he would have been trapped in the illusion for even longer, and by the time he woke up, he would have been torn into pieces by the surrounding zombies.

The enemy's spellcasting also exposes their position.

Barsalom looked sharply at a hidden cave next to the black building and rushed in with one step.

When Leo followed in, he saw a formless ghost being cornered by Barsalom.

This is a soul composed of a ball of black mist. Conventional physical attacks cannot hurt it. Only high-level extraordinary people who release magical combat skills can cause damage to its gaseous structure.

High-level ghosts are undead creatures bred by pure magic power. They are the most common type of undead creatures and are extremely good at mental attacks.

This is the enemy that the orc warriors fear the most. If they are not careful, they will be possessed by it and then attack their unprepared companions.

Barsalom looked at the ghost with strong disgust, raised his sword, and prepared to kill it.

"Don't!"

Leo spoke out to stop it, feeling the ghost's emotions, and suddenly asked: "Lord Barsalom, do you have any way to capture it alive?"

(Plans have changed, two more chapters.)