Chapter 206 Red Iron Dragon: The Most Efficient Trade War is to Kill All Opponents

Iron Dragon knew that although Garos didn't like to get involved, Garos was more intelligent than him.

— Acknowledge your own shortcomings and seek the ideas and opinions of those who are stronger.

This is a rare and valuable quality for dragons.

"You are ready to be deployed at any time."

As the sun gradually set in the west, Iron Dragon left behind a message, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky. Soon after, it returned to Dragon Valley, came to its brothers, and told Red Iron Dragon what had happened.

"I see."

Red Iron Dragon paused his workout and, unsurprisingly, nodded slightly.

"Just as I thought. The Golden Tooth Tribe can make other merchant groups refuse to trade with us simply by influencing them through price, rather than by coercion."

Tie Long thought for a moment and said:

“Deep down I am unwilling to admit defeat and would prefer to retaliate against the Golden Tooth Tribe with a trade war, but the Golden Tooth Tribe has a deeper accumulation of experience than us.”

“I searched through the heritage, but I couldn’t find a suitable trade war tactic that could be used in this situation.”

He looked at the red iron dragon: "Garos, is there a good idea?"

Under Sorog's expectant gaze, Red Iron Dragon slowly said, "Of course, a trade war with goblins should be easy to wage."

"What should we do?" Sorog asked excitedly.

Galos spread his wings, and sparks flew as the dragon scales collided.

He said calmly, "Go and destroy the Golden Tooth Tribe's stronghold on the riverbank so they can no longer trade. That will solve the problem. Of course, there will be new problems later, but you won't have to worry about trade anymore."

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A question mark appeared above Tie Long's head.

"You call this a trade war?"

He couldn't help but say.

Red Iron Dragon nodded and asked in return, "Isn't that right?"

He looked at Iron Dragon and said, “Sorrog, my dear brother, you trust and rely too much on the knowledge in the inheritance. It is indeed very useful, but sometimes it can overwhelm you and prevent you from making the right choices.”

The sound paused slightly.

Hong Tielong grinned and said, "The most effective and straightforward trade war is to wipe out the entire other side."

Galos's words were not due to his thinking being dominated by the red dragon bloodline, but rather a conclusion reached after careful consideration.

If you follow the Golden Tooth Tribe's lead and engage in a price war with them, you will become the weaker party being bullied by the strong.

The best way to break the deadlock is to directly attack and resort to violence. At the very least, it can pull the Golden Tooth Tribe from its area of ​​expertise to the Iron Smelting Tribe's area of ​​expertise.

Are we going to start a full-scale war with the Golden Tooth Tribe?

Tie Long said, "Now doesn't seem like the right time."

Galos shook his head slightly and said, "Look at you, don't be so impatient. It's just a trade war, it won't escalate to the point of a full-scale war."

Tie Long:

"Kill them all, isn't that what you just said?"

“It’s just a metaphor,” Red Iron Dragon said. “It’s enough to strike their trading posts on the riverbank. The Golden Tooth Tribe also has conflicts and constraints with other tribes, so they won’t go all out against us. Goblins always lack determination.”

When I heard that sentence.

Iron Dragon suddenly narrowed his eyes, keenly catching the debatable point in Garros's words, and said, "Garos, you seem to have a lot of prejudice against goblins, which is not a rational idea."

He mimicked Galos's tone, saying sarcastically, "My dear brother, don't let prejudice and arrogance control you; they will only harm you."

Upon hearing this, Galos realized the inappropriateness of his earlier words.

Goblins always lack determination.

—The stereotypes passed down through generations influenced him.

"Yes, you're right, it was my oversight."

Hong Tielong was not angered by his brother's teasing. Instead, he said happily, "If something similar happens again, remember to remind me immediately."

The arrogant nature of dragons can sometimes have a subtle but profound influence.

Galos was already very cautious, but he would still be influenced from time to time without realizing it. At this point, he only needed a little reminder to come to his senses.

"There is no time to lose."

Red Iron Dragon said, "The darkness is the best camouflage. Let's take advantage of the approaching night and start a 'trade war' with the Golden Tooth Tribe."

It is now evening, and the sky is a dull gray-blue.

After hearing Garos's words, Iron Dragon nodded and said, "The best course of action for this first raid is to destroy the Golden Tooth Tribe's Crescent Bay stronghold on the east bank of the river. It needs to be a quick and decisive operation, without giving them any chance to provide reinforcements. I'd like to transfer a portion of the Death Angels."

Galos nodded: "Okay."

The so-called Angels of Death are actually a new chapter, mainly composed of noble air units. The core of the chapter is now a swarm of wyverns, led by the wyvern leader Tasha.

Galos did not leave, but remained in Dragon Valley, focusing on his training.

Given the current size of the Ironforge, Garos doesn't need to personally handle everything. He only needs to deal with the Golden Tooth Tribe's riverside outposts. It's not a full-scale war, so his subordinates can take care of it.

As the iron dragon soared through the sky, it first used a communication stone to contact the horse leader.

His warlock rank is currently low, and his telepathic connection range is limited. Sometimes, it's not as effective as a communication stone, a crystallized creation produced by the alchemical industry, which can replace many spells.

"Zakli, lead your elite troops in a surprise attack on Crescent Bay."

"The Angel of Death has set out and will fight alongside you."

The message came from the communication stone: Iron Dragon's instructions.

Silvermane, who had been waiting for orders, raised his arm and shouted: "Warriors of the Crimson Iron Cavalry, follow me into battle! Crush those filthy and cunning goblins of the Golden Tooth Tribe!"

Horseshoes-encrusted feet trod across the hard earth at the boundary.

The men and horses galloped towards their destination at breakneck speed.

After a period of time.

On the eastern bank of the Estonian Grand River, there is a crescent-shaped bend.

The Iron Shield Merchant Guild was anchored here; their ships had already docked, and a faint clattering sound could be heard where the deck met the pier.

Around the river bend, countless green figures are busy at work.

These humanoid creatures had long, pointed ears and arms that drooped past their knees, and a shrewd smile often appeared beneath their flat noses. Their green skin was damp with river water, and their small eyes darted around, their eyelids blinking rapidly, revealing an innate cunning.

—It was the goblins of the Golden Tooth tribe.

This is Crescent Bay, one of the goblins' key trading posts on the Estonian River.

At this moment, night fell like an iron curtain, and the last ray of light on the river was cut off by the searchlights of the goblin watchtowers. The evening breeze, mixed with moisture, was particularly cold at the border.

The two sides had already agreed on a price.

The officer, Hammer, tightened his collar, rubbed his hands together, and instructed the sailors to move the sealed spice barrels and ore boxes, in a rather pleasant mood.

The Gold Tooth Tribe changed prices to punish the Iron Smelting Tribe, allowing them to buy ore at a lower price, return to the Federation with full loads, and then sell it at a higher price, making a fortune.

He took out the gold coins, but this time he didn't kiss or pray; he simply spun them around a few times before putting them back at his waist.

Sudden.

The ground trembled slightly, and the tremors quickly intensified.

Hammer paused for a moment, then heard a dense sound of horseshoes pounding the ground coming from the west side of Crescent Bay, as if a thousand troops were trampling the pebbles on the riverbank.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The goblin sentinel rang the alarm bell.

At the same time, the night sky was suddenly torn apart by the roar of the two-legged wyvern.

Under the cover of night, these angels of death had already silently approached, swooping down to pour their acidic breath onto the watchtower.

A pungent white mist instantly enveloped the night sky.

With their manes flying, the horses broke through the fog, their steel lances drawing deadly arcs in the moonlight as they charged toward Crescent Bay.

Several magic crossbows were turned around.

These sophisticated killing machines could rapidly fire large numbers of alchemical steel arrows, which had caused countless raiders to perish on the riverbanks. But tonight, they were dismantled by the approaching dragons after only one volley.

Strike first to gain the upper hand.

The Golden Tooth Tribe's defenses in Crescent Bay were not weak, but they were overwhelmed by the sudden attack and their defenses were quickly breached.

(End of this chapter)