"The Frost Moon Clan is one of the six lord-level forces on the North Shore, and your task is to try to make a good deal with the Frost Moon Clan, preferably through exchange for enough bronze ore. Ben Pol Napo said.

"Okay, I see, I'll leave early tomorrow morning. Shiratori nodded.

"Well, pay attention to your own safety, the strength of the Nightkin camp is not enough to fight against the Frostmoon Clan, I have already sent a warrior to deliver a letter back to the east coast in the afternoon, maybe the chief will send reinforcements after receiving the news. Ben Bo Napo instructed.

Shiratori nodded, took his leave, returned to his house, opened the map and carefully studied the route to the Frostmoon Clan.

The main body of the Frost Moon Clan is the White Werewolf, the clan has more than 3,000 White Werewolves and more than 2,000 vassals of the rest of the race, and the territory under its rule is more than 2,000 square kilometers, which is one of the six lord-level strengths of the North Shore Continent.

From the Nightkin camp to the territory of the Frost Moon Clan, the straight line journey requires passing through the territory of the three forces, the distance is more than two hundred kilometers, and it is estimated that it will arrive from the morning to the evening, but to be on the safe side, Shiratori decided to rest for the night in the middle of the road to conserve his strength.

......

On this day, the southernmost Nightkin camp on the North Shore passed in harmony, while in the northernmost part of the North Shore, a sea change occurred.

Back the night before, more than 10,000 orc warriors from the Superior Steppe carrying the wrath accumulated from the Desert of Death slaughtered most of the Sphinx Gold Clan overnight under the leadership of the Blade Clan chief Samuro.

That night, when the strong smell of blood spread throughout the Sphinx camp, finally the Sphinx came to their senses.

Realizing that there was no way to return to heaven, the Sphinx ran frantically out of the camp.

More than 10,000 orc warriors are like vicious beasts that seek their lives, and they are not willing to let go of any of the sphinxes who want to escape.

The Sphinx was extremely strong, a few points stronger than the orc warriors, and in the chaos, there were still some sphinxes who desperately escaped from the pursuit.

The sphinx leader that the Sword Saint Samuro dealt with in the first place, the powerful sphinx that touched the edge of the hero, did not make a move.

"Enough!" Seeing that some of the orc warriors had chased him to a place where he couldn't see with his eyes, Samuro finally ordered to stop.

After this battle, only a few hundred of the 3,000 Sphinx tribesmen remained, and the remaining fish and shrimp could no longer set off the wind and waves.

And the damage of the Sword Blade Clan is just a few dozen casualties, negligible damage.

"Baroque, you'll take care of the rest. With a wave of his hand, Samuro walked into the tallest building in the Sphinx camp, and he hadn't rested for a long time......

Baroque smiled wryly, but still against fatigue, he led the four great swordsmen to start the exploration and division of the territory overnight, and cooked food with Sphinx supplies.

During the daylight of the next day, the four great swordsmen led the orc warriors to figure out the edge division of the territory, and quickly assigned patrols and alert teams to prevent the creatures of this unknown land from coming to invade.

And the discovered territory area surprised Samuro, this small sphinx tribe actually mastered more than 2,000 square kilometers of land!

This range of territory is completely sufficient for orcs who are accustomed to captivity and production!

Samuro immediately ordered to start building a large number of defenses in the territory while investigating the surrounding situation, and a circle of breeding land was enclosed on the spot, and it was absolutely impossible for this first territory obtained in the location continent to spit out from the mouth of the Sword Blade Clan!

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"The Frost Moon Clan is one of the six lord-level forces on the North Shore, and your task is to try to make a good deal with the Frost Moon Clan, preferably through exchange for enough bronze ore. Ben Pol Napo said.

"Okay, I see, I'll leave early tomorrow morning. Shiratori nodded.

"Well, pay attention to your own safety, the strength of the Nightkin camp is not enough to fight against the Frostmoon Clan, I have already sent a warrior to deliver a letter back to the east coast in the afternoon, maybe the chief will send reinforcements after receiving the news. Ben Bo Napo instructed.

Shiratori nodded, took his leave, returned to his house, opened the map and carefully studied the route to the Frostmoon Clan.

The main body of the Frost Moon Clan is the White Werewolf, the clan has more than 3,000 White Werewolves and more than 2,000 vassals of the rest of the race, and the territory under its rule is more than 2,000 square kilometers, which is one of the six lord-level strengths of the North Shore Continent.

From the Nightkin camp to the territory of the Frost Moon Clan, the straight line journey requires passing through the territory of the three forces, the distance is more than two hundred kilometers, and it is estimated that it will arrive from the morning to the evening, but to be on the safe side, Shiratori decided to rest for the night in the middle of the road to conserve his strength.

......

On this day, the southernmost Nightkin camp on the North Shore passed in harmony, while in the northernmost part of the North Shore, a sea change occurred.

Back the night before, more than 10,000 orc warriors from the Superior Steppe carrying the wrath accumulated from the Desert of Death slaughtered most of the Sphinx Gold Clan overnight under the leadership of the Blade Clan chief Samuro.

That night, when the strong smell of blood spread throughout the Sphinx camp, finally the Sphinx came to their senses.

Realizing that there was no way to return to heaven, the Sphinx ran frantically out of the camp.

More than 10,000 orc warriors are like vicious beasts that seek their lives, and they are not willing to let go of any of the sphinxes who want to escape.

The Sphinx was extremely strong, a few points stronger than the orc warriors, and in the chaos, there were still some sphinxes who desperately escaped from the pursuit.

The sphinx leader that the Sword Saint Samuro dealt with in the first place, the powerful sphinx that touched the edge of the hero, did not make a move.

"Enough!" Seeing that some of the orc warriors had chased him to a place where he couldn't see with his eyes, Samuro finally ordered to stop.

After this battle, only a few hundred of the 3,000 Sphinx tribesmen remained, and the remaining fish and shrimp could no longer set off the wind and waves.

And the damage of the Sword Blade Clan is just a few dozen casualties, negligible damage.

"Baroque, you'll take care of the rest. With a wave of his hand, Samuro walked into the tallest building in the Sphinx camp, and he hadn't rested for a long time......

Baroque smiled wryly, but still against fatigue, he led the four great swordsmen to start the exploration and division of the territory overnight, and cooked food with Sphinx supplies.

During the daytime of the next day, the four great sword masters led the orc warriors to figure out the edge division of the territory, and quickly assigned the patrol team and the guard team.