Chapter 207 How can a metal mech compare to flesh and blood forged through countless trials?

The sounds of clashing weapons, the roars of dragons, and the wails of goblins echoed across the sky above Crescent Bay.

This place has been turned into a battlefield of carnage.

"Damn the Ironforge tribe! How dare they attack Crescent Bay!"

A nearly six-meter-tall humanoid alchemical golem was plowing deep trenches in the riverbed, with bursts of high-temperature steam spewing from its gear joints. It had four long mechanical arms, but instead of hands, they had a ring-shaped serration, a pointed drill bit, and two pincers.

[The Flesh Tearer]

—This is the creation of the alchemists of the Golden Tooth tribe.

The goblins' workshops can manufacture relatively simple, old-fashioned alchemical golems based on blueprints, while also purchasing various precision parts at high prices to assemble more advanced and powerful golems.

The Gold Tooth tribe has a highly developed alchemy industry.

Or rather, their tribe was able to establish a foothold in the border region mainly because of their alchemy industry.

The Flesh Ripper is an old-fashioned alchemical golem whose blueprints are easy to obtain. It releases energy through the burning of black oil and is activated by gears, levers, steam, and other means.

Within the territory of the Golden Tooth Tribe, the Flesh Rippers are their main combat units stationed at various strongholds.

It's also worth mentioning that the Flesh Ripper is a manned golem that requires an intelligent being to pilot it.

These alchemical golems are also known as mechs because they resemble a suit of mechanical armor.

Intelligent beings that have undergone special training and are equipped with advanced mech golems are often more powerful than alchemical golems that are purely driven by engines and runes.

The goblin leader's pointed ears vibrated rapidly in the cockpit, and the brass buttons on the control stick gleamed with sweat.

At this moment, he was both terrified and angry—terrified of the sudden attack and angry at the loss of his wealth.

"Damn centaurs!"

In order to protect their wealth, the naturally timid cowards could unleash a courage that surpassed that of most races. The goblin chieftain's curses were amplified through the loudspeaker as he pressed the dark red valve on the left.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The saw teeth and drill bit spun at high speed, tearing through the air and emitting a chilling shriek.

A centaur warrior charged forward, his spear aimed at the cockpit, but was precisely caught by the claws of the Flesh Ripper. Its other two arms, accompanied by a buzzing sound, crossed and swept across the centaur warrior's body, leaving horrific wounds with their serrated edges and sharp spikes, tearing flesh and bone apart.

The men and horses were brave and skilled in battle.

The fall of their comrades did not frighten them; instead, it fueled their fighting spirit. Several elite troops turned around and locked their gazes on the mecha golem.

"Get back!"

Silvermane's sharp shout rang out.

Alchemy Golems—even the people of the borderlands had heard of them, though they rarely had any dealings with them. Silvermane stared intently at the Flesh Ripper, gazing at the monster crafted from machinery and metal, his eyes gleaming with a predatory excitement.

The horseshoes left pits in the ground.

The centaur's mane flew wildly as he charged towards the flesh-tearing monster, his near-straight charge crushing any goblins in his path.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides clashed.

Silvermane gripped the gleaming heavy sword tightly in his hand, his entire body surging with magical energy that burned like flames, concentrating on the blade as he slashed at the flesh-ripper.

The goblin leader, piloting his mech, twitched his eyelids.

He immediately took control of the Flesh Ripper and, following the same fighting style as the mech, first used the pincers to block the centaur leader's attack, while his other two arms took the opportunity to tear its body apart.

The pincers, crafted from alloy, gripped the centaur greatsword, anticipating its trajectory.

The movements were like a tidal wave!

The centaur warrior let out a low growl.

The greatsword's slashing speed suddenly increased, piercing through the pincers and striking the flesh-tearing creature's chest with tremendous force. Red-hot sparks flew everywhere, and the steel was cleaved open with a huge gash.

This is just the beginning.

His slashes were as fast as lightning and as dense as a tide. With his agile movements, they covered the flesh-tearing creature from different directions, almost simultaneously.

Ding ding ding!

The crisp sound of metal striking metal rang out continuously, and the flesh-tearing creature retreated step by step, staggering as it tried to defend itself.

Downward Slash!

Snap—With a flash of chilling light, the leg joint of the mecha golem was severed, shattered parts and gears scattered everywhere, and it fell backward with a thud.

"How can crudely made metal artifacts compare to the hard-forged muscles of our warriors?"

Silvermane laughed loudly.

The centaur's muscles bulged, the fibers twisting like steel wires, and he simultaneously raised his front hooves high, stomping heavily onto the already battered cockpit located on the chest of the mech.

collapse!

The metal plate dented, cracked, and collapsed.

With a series of cracking sounds of bones breaking, the goblin's screams rang out from inside, then stopped abruptly, and blood slowly flowed out from between the twisted metal.

Tear!

Almost at the same time, another Flesh Ripper fell.

The dragon swooped down from the sky, pounced on the Flesh Ripper, and tore through the steel breastplate with its feet, its stinger-like tail piercing through.

Before the poison could take effect, the tail needle pierced directly through the body of the goblin leader inside, killing him instantly.

The Golden Tooth Tribe is very ambitious and has recently been making dense deployments along the riverbank, establishing a large number of new strongholds, but this has also dispersed their strength.

In strongholds like Crescent Bay, the strongest combat unit is the Mech Golem Flesh Ripper.

There are many elite centaurs.

Moreover, each of these bipedal wyverns is a powerful sub-dragon possessing dragon blood.

One golem after another fell, and the battle was becoming increasingly one-sided.

"Please don't kill me, please."

*Crack!* The centaur's iron hooves crushed the goblin's head, shattering his pleas for mercy.

When the defenses crumbled, the battle was completely lost, and the mechs and golems were destroyed, the goblins began to scatter and flee. However, their speed was far inferior to that of the centaurs and wyverns, and running away was the most foolish choice.

A few stubborn ones were killed on the spot, while the rest were captured.

A dozen minutes later.

Crescent Bay fell into an unusual silence; the goblins' shrill screams ceased, leaving only the muffled thud of horses' hooves pounding on the wooden planks.

Silverman swung his heavy sword, and a few drops of dark green blood traced arcs in the air before finally disappearing into the soil.

"Hamer, we meet again."

The centaur leader grinned, revealing a blood-stained smile.

The merchant forced a smile: "Lord Zakri, we are just passing merchants. We have no intention of interfering in your conflict with the Golden Tooth Tribe."

Dragons circling in the sky let out low growls, their shadows looming over the merchant ships.

The elite troops stared coldly, rubbing their spears and stamping their feet, their eyes fixed on the enemy.

With the limited armed forces of these merchant ships, they were no match for the enemy and could only pray for their forgiveness.

"All the goods we have on this journey, and the wealth we carry, can be used to buy our lives."

The merchant added chips.

"Oh? Hammer, you're confused. Even if we kill you, all these things will still belong to us."

Seeing the merchant covered in cold sweat, Silvermane suddenly laughed and bent down to pat the merchant's shoulder with his thick arm: "Don't be nervous, it was just a little joke."

He said, "This battle is just a personal grudge between us and the Golden Tooth tribe. We will not take it out on you, otherwise you would be a corpse that cannot speak by now."

The merchant looked around in disbelief: "What about these ores?"

“Take the ores you bought as usual.” Silvermane waved his hand. “The goblin gold coins and spices are our spoils. Remember, the Ironforge only kills enemies, not merchants, and will even provide you with convenience and protection.”

This is Tielong's explanation.

He actually wanted to plunder thoroughly, but reason and the trade knowledge he inherited told him that creating a reliable trade environment would be more beneficial for future development.

Until the ship had already set sail and was gradually moving away from Crescent Bay.

The ship's manager was still somewhat dazed.

They just let him go like that?

No one was killed or extorted?

They were caught up in intertribal conflicts but escaped unscathed, even returning with a full load?

In a lawless place like the border region, how could there actually be forces that abide by the rules of trade?

"Sir, those men and dragons are too terrifying. Let's change our route and avoid this area from now on."

The Estonian River has many tributaries, and the river bend under the jurisdiction of the Iron Smelting Tribe is not a necessary passage. The merchant apprentice, recalling the terrible scene he had seen before, trembled and couldn't help but say this to his master.

"idiot!"

Hammer slapped the apprentice on the head and said, "Terrible? You haven't seen enough. They didn't extort us, they didn't massacre the crew. In a place like the border, they're practically saints!"

Putting aside other things.

Even the Golden Tooth tribe, which had regular trade with the Iron Shield Merchant Guild, would have their gold coins extorted by greedy goblin leaders during transactions.

"The Iron Smelting Tribe is a better trading partner."

The person in charge thought to himself.

As he watched the riverbank recede into the distance, he pondered that, given the Ironclad Tribe's modus operandi, he could bring more Iron Shield Merchant Guild ships next time to trade with them.

at the same time.

Iron chains hung from the dragon's feet, the other end of which was wrapped around the mecha golem. It flapped its wings and gradually took off, first flying towards the Sulfur Hills, to be handed over to the alchemy stronghold of the Iron Smelting Tribe.

The centaur warriors quickly looted Crescent Bay.

The goblins collected all the gold coins they had just received from the merchants, along with many intact spices and ores.

The merchants obtained the desired ore and returned home laden with their spoils, while the Iron Smelting Tribe reaped gold coins and some additional gains, making a considerable profit.

Only the goblin caught in the middle was injured.

Just then, a flying dragon circling high in the sky let out a sharp shriek, reminding the warriors who were cleaning up the mess that reinforcements from the Golden Tooth Tribe had arrived.

"Retreat! Burn the rest of the way!"

Silvermane immediately gave the order.

The men and horses came quickly and retreated just as quickly, their hooves pounding the ground as they galloped like the wind, leaving behind only a devastated and ravaged Moon Bay.

Not long after.

With the ground trembling, alchemical golems arrived at Moon Bay. In addition to older models like the Flesh Ripper, there were many more advanced models that the Golden Tooth Tribe could not build. Without exception, they were all manned mechs.

Perhaps it was because they were too short and weak, while the mechs could make the goblins taller.

They really like the mech golem.

The men set fire to the area, turning it into a sea of ​​flames. The reflection of the burning buildings and facilities was visible on the mech cockpits.

"The Ironforge Tribe, do you want to start a war with us?!"

A goblin leader trembled with rage and said, "Our losses are devastating; at least tens of thousands of gold coins have evaporated."

They didn't care much about their dead goblin kin.

But the destruction of Crescent Bay, the looting of goods and gold coins—the loss of these riches was unforgivable in the eyes of the goblins.

News of the destruction of Crescent Bay quickly reached the Golden Tooth tribe's base.

After deliberation, the goblin elders decided that the Ironforge tribe would pay the price.

Because the Golden Tooth Tribe has other matters to attend to, they will not go all in to wage war against the Iron Smelting Tribe. However, since the enemy has launched a surprise attack on Crescent Bay, their stronghold on the riverbank will not be safe either.

A consensus was reached on the principle of revenge, an eye for an eye.

The price trade war is over.

Next, the real 'trade war,' a conflict triggered by trade, is about to begin.

As night fell, the waves of the Estonian River continued to surge, shimmering with light, but the murderous intent on the banks was already boiling.

(End of this chapter)