Warlord: King of All Clans

The entire Beowulf territory is the size of a province, and dozens of clans of all sizes with extraordinary heritages are hidden in the mountains.

The Hunting King Conference, which is held once every ten years, will attract not only the Earldom of Beowulf, but also the powerful wild folk from the neighboring Counties of Forelov and Beboos.

What Bjorn said was actually correct. There were tens of thousands of wild folk in the northern mountains, enough to slay the dragon.

The number of high-ranking warriors in Beowulf's territory is far less than that in other earldoms, but it does exist.

Of the three high-level hunter kings present, one had already been defeated by Leo, and the other two were strong men from the depths of the mountains. The last time they confronted the orc tribe in the depths of the snow-capped mountains, they had no time to come to Kitland.

As for the two hunting kings who were seriously injured and stationed in Asgar City, they had already surrendered to him and gave up the competition.

Throughout the entire conference, Leo looked like a spectator and seemed a little absent-minded.

Seeing this, Had couldn't help but ask, "Brother Leo, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing. It's just that the expected thing didn't happen, which makes me feel a little uneasy."

Seeing that Leo was about to be crowned king, a hunting king finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood up to challenge.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After today, he will never have the chance to become the King of the Wild Folk again.

This was the only challenger among the barbarians in the entire North. Hader raised his hand and said, "Leo, go ahead. Let's fight quickly to avoid any complications."

"OK."

Leo jumped down, drew out the Frost Sword, and started a duel with the only hunter king who refused to submit.

The high-level hunter king wields two hunting knives, which are bone scimitars forged from the fangs of high-level monsters. They are sharper and harder than ordinary steel.

But under Leo's vigorous two-handed swordsmanship, he quickly fell into a disadvantage.

While fighting him, Leo looked up at the sky from time to time.

This action was extremely covert, but it could not escape the eyes of the high-level hunter king.

Obviously, the other party did not use his full strength. The hunting king could not help but feel ashamed of being played, and shouted: "What are you looking at?"

As he spoke, he gathered his magic power, unleashed his final combat move, and struck with all his strength.

Just then, Leo perked up, "Here it comes!"

As he spoke, he raised his greatsword horizontally, easily breaking the Hunter King's attack, with the tip of the sword against the Hunter King's throat.

The giant sword, as big as a door panel, is wider than the Hunter King's thick neck. It only takes a slight thrust to cut off his head.

After Barsalom's instruction, he is now at level seven, but already has the combat power of an eighth-level greatswordsman.

"The real enemy is here, please retreat."

Hearing Leo's voice, the high-level warriors present all sensed an ominous aura and looked up at the sky.

A layer of blood cloud gradually condensed in the sky above Kitland, forming a vortex. The magic power of blood gathered and took shape, pouring down in front of the ancestral altar like a waterfall.

The majestic magic power changed from gas to liquid, and finally condensed into a human.

The terrifying figure of Count Fabti appeared before everyone's eyes.

Fabuti Kurolov, who already had the title of "Giant", has now grown much taller. The most shocking thing is that he has three pairs of arms of different sizes, and each pair exudes a different magical aura.

He looked around, smiled contemptuously, and said loudly: "Why didn't you invite me to the King Hunting Conference?"

Had felt the terrifying aura coming from Fabuti, and his scalp was tingling, but he could only stand up and say, "The King Hunting Conference is our internal affairs among the wild people. What the hell does it have to do with you?"

Unexpectedly, Fabuti shook his head and said, "We, the Kuroro people, have been part of the wild people since ancient times."

"The Kuroro people are either mountain people or sea people, so why aren't they considered wild people?"

The orthodox wild people of the North refer to the Northern clans who did not submit to the rule of the Empire. When the North joined the Empire, they chose to be independent and were eventually expelled to the border areas.

People like Leo's ancestors, the Lavard people, Bjorn's Basaka people, Had's Biwo people, and the Kuroro people on the east coast were once orthodox wild people.

Hader shook his head. "The Kuroro people surrendered to the Odalov family a hundred years ago and became the Empire's lackeys. How can they continue to participate in the King Hunting Conference?"

Farbuti sneered, "Aren't you Beowulf?"

Hader chuckled, "So I choose to quit."

Fabuti was furious. "Rules are made by people. I am the new king of the barbarians. Who agrees? Who opposes?"

At this time, Leo stood up and asked, "Are you breaking the rules?"

Fabuti looked at Leo with eyes wide open and sneered, "Mundo boy, you are the most jumpy in the entire North. Others can survive today, but you can't."

"It doesn't matter if you don't accept it, you can come together."

Hader looked at Fabuti with a gloomy face, pulled Leo, and whispered: "You go back to the river bend first, I will handle it here."

Leo shook his head and said, "I won't leave."

Hader said angrily, "You are still young, don't act on impulse."

Leo looked at Fabuti and said, "It's fine if you want to kill me, but I'm not your opponent today."

As he spoke, several extremely powerful auras were suddenly released from the crowd around him.

Mitchell, the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory, walked out of the crowd, stared at Fabuti, his hair and beard fluttering in the wind, and said in a cold voice: "Fabuti, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

After the Northern Grand Duke was attacked, he had not revealed his condition to the outside world. Only now did he appear in public, and outsiders knew that he had recovered.

On the other side, Godwin also showed up and looked at Fabuti without saying a word.

The burns on his face had healed, leaving only faint red lines, like the battle marks of the wild folk.

After reaching level nine, Godwin had fought many battles and finally stabilized his realm. Now he needed an opponent like Fabuti.

In another direction, the orc swordmaster Barthalom, also holding a long sword, appeared from the air.

There was a reason why Leo delayed for a whole month before attending the King of Hunters Conference.

Locke, who has been with Fabti for many years, knows Fabti's thoughts best.

After negotiating with Locke several times and guessing Fabti's next move, Leo immediately sent out Pegasus messengers to deliver letters everywhere to prepare for the King Hunting Conference.

Since Fabuti didn't come, he was officially crowned the king of the wild people.

Now that Fabuti is here, let’s make it a priority to solve this scourge.

The Grand Duke of the North had not fought with anyone in his life, but when he heard that he was going to deal with Fabti, who killed his eldest son William, he dropped his government affairs without hesitation and rushed to Kitland before Leo.

In addition, the ninth-level strongmen Godwin and Barsalom owed Leo a favor and had to come to help.

Leo has made it clear in the letter that Barsalom will go to Kitland to lurk for a month, and then the River Bend Legion will head north to the Wind God Fortress to help the Orcs defend for a year!

The most disgusting thing about high-level warriors is not their personal combat power, but their strong vitality and extraordinary escape ability.

Without multiple people surrounding them, even if a high-level warrior cannot defeat his opponent, he can still find a way to escape, which makes him the most difficult to deal with.

Seeing the three ninth-level masters show up, Fabuti was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed crazily, "Well done! Well done! All of you will become my blood food!"

As he said this, he took the first step. The troll heart was beating violently on the thick orc's arm, and his fist, as big as a human head, smashed directly at the Duke of the North.

What greeted him was a huge sword light that seemed to be able to cut the sky and the earth in half.