Olivia brought the little mouse and followed Uliyan, standing at the front of the welcoming team. When Leo rode his horse and walked slowly at the front of the marching team, he appeared outside the canal on the north side of the River Bay Peninsula. Olivia rushed over desperately and hugged Leo's thighs. Although Leo was riding a riding horse, it was also a purebred northern horse with a back height of up to meters. Olivia, who was meters tall, rushed over, only a head taller than the horse's back and couldn't reach Leo's waist. Leo took Olivia's arm and easily lifted her onto the saddle. The little mouse also ran over, stood under the horse, twisted her fingers, and looked at her sister Olivia with envy. Leo held Olivia in his arms, stretched out a leg, and winked at the little mouse. The little mouse, who was in tune with his thoughts, quickly grabbed his pants, climbed up nimbly, and stepped on his boots. "Go!"
Leo shook his legs and threw the little mouse into the air, then reached out to catch it and placed it in front of Olivia, hugging both girls in one hand. With his horse snorting in displeasure, Leo rode across the suspension bridge and the village gate and returned to the River Bend Peninsula. The villagers from the three camps gathered near the village gate, unable to hide their admiration. Leo looked at the crowd of hundreds of people, suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fist, and shouted: "Hewan is invincible!" Everyone was stimulated, and they all excitedly raised their hands and clenched their fists, and shouted: "Hewan is invincible!" If the previous Leo was, in their minds, a powerful militia leader who could protect them and guard their homes. Leo is now undoubtedly an outstanding general who can lead everyone to defeat foreign enemies. Looking at Leo and a large group of high-spirited infantry walking into the river bend, Uliyan was also particularly moved. How did a brainless little bastard suddenly become smart? But this is his son-in-law, his future successor. It would be best if he could perform well and surpass him. Under the admiring gazes of the villagers, Olivia ignored her shyness and sat sideways in Leo's arms, feeling the strong and powerful embrace of her lover, and groped him with her backhand. I didn't see any scars or hear him groan, so I finally breathed a sigh of relief. During the time when Leo was away at the battle, she slept with the little mouse in her arms every day, and had nightmares for several nights in a row. In my dreams, I always see Leo being knocked down and bitten by seven or eight tall dog-headed men, with blood splattering everywhere. She had never seen the appearance of a gnoll. The most ferocious canine creature she had ever seen in her life was Fesa's father, the previous ogre chief. The most tragic scene I have ever witnessed was when Leo was torn apart by the Kobold Chieftain. I heard that every gnoll is stronger than Fesa's father, and some gnoll soldiers are even as tall as wild boars. To the extent that whenever she saw the boarman head hanging in the hall, she would have bad associations. That was a coalition force of more than a thousand aliens, not just a thousand rabbits!
Even an ordinary wolf pack of more than a thousand can easily destroy a village! Not only her, almost all the villagers had this strong concern. Only Uliyan showed an attitude of confidence in victory in order to calm people's hearts. But he has been very nervous these days. Although the chances of winning were predicted to be high before the war, that was only the best-case scenario. There will definitely be casualties, it just depends on how many people can come back! As long as the casualties do not exceed one-third, it will be a great victory and enough for celebration. Even if Rigolav, who was famous for clearing out alien races and bandit nests, came, he would have to be convinced. This worry was not put to rest until noon today, when the wild folk scouts who had returned early brought news. The little mouse was the one who felt the most at ease. She had no idea about the scale of the war, but she had the same attitude as Fisa and was full of confidence in the smart and powerful Leo. Although the villagers were well prepared by the news sent back by the wild scouts, they still had some doubts in their hearts. The casualties reported by the wild folk scouts were too few. Looking at the almost intact troops, the villagers were all in disbelief. If it weren't for the huge pile of spoils dragged back by the animals behind, they would almost think that the troops had run back before the battle even started. The spoils left behind by the Wolf-Man coalition were not abundant, and their equipment was too backward. The stone tools were simply abandoned on the battlefield, and after the iron tools were collected, half of them were unusable. Even the kobolds, who wanted everything, looked down on these things and only picked up some of the boarmen's heavy weapons as medals of victory in the war. Apart from some of the ironware that was brought back for remelting, the main spoils were a large pile of animal skins. No matter whether it was bison skin, saber-toothed tiger skin, or bear skin, even if there were seven or eight holes pierced by arrows and it was difficult to be the base material of infantry armor, but if it was distributed to poor villagers and slightly repaired, it could become a high-quality quilt or blanket. When Leo returned to River Bend, the first thing he did was to call Fraser and remind her of the importance of production safety. Sitting in front of the warm fire pit in the big house, Leo gave Fraser earnest advice. "I asked around, and found out that in your valley of kobolds, a dog dies every day. How can this be allowed? They are all your people." Whether it was landslides caused by mine blasting and mining, or Fraser's various dangerous experiments, news of dog-headed people being killed and injured continued to come in. Originally, no one cared what was happening in the Gnoll Valley, as long as a steady supply of iron ore was transported out. But after this battle, Leo decided to intervene a little to avoid being in trouble one day. When Feisha heard this, she nodded happily, "Yes, one of my people died, but there are still 499!" The little mouse was also silently calculating. For five hundred dog-headed men, an average of one died a day, and fifty were born a month. How many will be left after one year? Leo was speechless. For a moment he didn't know whether Feisa was showing off that she could count or that she had a large tribe.
"Is that the point I'm talking about? The point is that the mortality rate is too high. Just think about it, if there's an explosion or a landslide one day, you'll be gone too. How terrible is that? Not even a child will be left behind!" "You are already three and a half years old. You are a mature and stable dog. You must know how to maintain the continuation of the species..." "You're right! So I want to find a husband!" Feisa thought about it and nodded heavily. Leo suddenly woke up. Spring was coming, everything was reviving, and it was the mating season for animals. He moved his stool and stepped back, warning, "Humans and kobolds cannot intermarry!" Feisha didn't think about it at all. She thought: "The black-haired dog-headed man is too stupid, the golden-haired dog-headed man is too foolish, and the fierce dog-headed man is too small. Oh, how troublesome!" As she said that, she took the little mouse and left, asking her to accompany her to the Gnoll Valley to choose a husband. Olivia on the side looked amused and resentful at the same time, with a weird expression. While mending her clothes, she said sarcastically, "Fisa knows she needs to find a partner, so why don't you find one?" Leo scratched his head, "Do I still need to look for it?" "Hmph." Olivia said nothing, waiting for Leo's reaction.