Chapter 343 Imitation Garus Alchemical Armor

The vast and primitive land of Ser Wilderness has been a paradise where all kinds of ferocious beasts and monsters roam freely since ancient times.

Compared to the vast hordes of ferocious beasts and monsters that roam the wilderness, the strongholds painstakingly established by the Federation nations and the clans painstakingly formed by intelligent beings are merely a few embellishments in this wild land.

However, most ferocious beasts and monsters have no intelligence and only follow their most primitive instincts to hunt.

Although the dangers they pose are continuous, they are ultimately dispersed and limited.

However, once a powerful and exceptionally intelligent beast king is born in the wilderness, the situation changes drastically.

Under the Beast King's leadership, the previously unruly ferocious beasts and monsters in the wilderness have been organized into terrifying herds, their threat level soaring to a chilling degree.

In particular, lion predators, who already occupy the middle and upper levels of the wild food chain.

Different kinds of powerful lions have gathered in groups, their numbers are astonishing and their elites are numerous. Their ecological niche has risen wildly in the northwest region, and they have made a name for themselves with their bloody claws. At this moment, the ambitious lion king is driving his army, baring his sharp teeth and claws, to launch an attack on the border of the neighboring Ironforge tribe, attempting to devour more territory to expand his lion kingdom.

What is even more alarming is that the lion pride's attack was not a reckless charge, but a meticulously planned lightning guerrilla tactic.

"roar--!!!"

At a fortified outpost at the foot of a border mountain range, accompanied by a deafening roar that seemed to tear the soul apart, more than a dozen ferocious lion-like beasts and demons of varying sizes and distinctive features suddenly leaped down from the ridge on the flank.

Among them are ferocious beasts that kill purely by their terrifying physical strength, as well as monsters that can manipulate elements and cast spell-like abilities.

Leading the charge was a massive mammoth lion, resembling a mobile fortress.

Its two huge, curved fangs gleamed coldly, transforming into a ferocious battering ram that withstood the dense ranged attacks from the stronghold and smashed through the solid wall defenses.

The heavy body continued its momentum, crashing into the center of the outpost camp amidst rubble and dust, stirring up clouds of dust and splinters.

Inside the camp, a nimble centaur archer reacted swiftly, instantly drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, his sharp gaze fixed on the mammoth lion's eyes.

Powerful magical energy was highly concentrated and compressed on the tip of his arrow, ready to be unleashed.

However, just as the arrow was about to leave the bowstring, a sharp, piercing whistling sound suddenly rang out.

*Sizzle!*

Not far away, a lion-like monster, over three meters long with a thick, blue mane, was crouching low.

The air around it twisted violently, and countless visible wind elemental energies converged and intertwined wildly. Then, a giant wind blade, several meters long, thin as a cicada's wing, and gleaming with a deadly cold light, instantly condensed and took shape.

It flew through the air at incredible speed, slicing towards the centaur archer's long neck.

The Centaur archer had no choice but to do a clumsy low roll, narrowly avoiding the deadly sneak attack.

His hastily fired magic arrow went astray due to the distorted motion, only striking the mammoth lion's hard, iron-like skull, sending up a trail of sparks and leaving only a minor scratch, causing only superficial injury.

"Damn beast!"

A towering ogre overseer roared in fury, brandishing a massive battle axe the size of a door, and seized the opportunity to charge forward, slashing fiercely at the mammoth lion's side, tearing a gaping, bloody gash in its body.

But the next second, his roar came to an abrupt halt.

The three-headed lion's body swept through the air, pouncing simultaneously from different tricky angles.

Their sharp claws tore through the ogre's thick, iron-plated leather armor, and their ferocious fangs pierced his throat, joints, and other vital parts.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

With roars proclaiming victory and death, more lions poured in through the breaches in the wall, or used their incredible leaping ability to jump over the not-so-high outer wall of the outpost, rushing into the camp like a flood that had burst its banks, wreaking havoc.

The guards at the outpost hastily prepared for battle, attempting to organize a defensive line.

However, the lion pride's attack came too quickly and too fiercely, and there was a huge gap between the two sides.

The fangs easily snapped the sentry's throat, and the claws viciously tore open the guard's chest... The stench of blood instantly filled the air, and the roars and howls of the pride mingled together.

In just a few minutes.

The once peaceful outpost camp was completely wiped out, and the few distraught guards scattered and fled.

Soon after, when the elite support force of the Ironforge tribe, having received the distress call, rushed to the scene, the attacking lion pride had already retreated like the tide and vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a scene of devastation, wreckage, and gradually cooling corpses, telling the story of the previous tragedy.

Looking at the overall border war situation.

Compared to the massive guard force of the Ironforge, the total number of lions was undoubtedly at a significant disadvantage.

However, they are of a higher average level, with more agile and swift bodies, and possess mobility and individual combat skills far exceeding those of ordinary Iron Guards.

The pride of lions attacking the border of the Ironforge tribe was not a single, massive, concentrated army.

They dispersed into dozens of independent fighting squads, each consisting of ten to twenty powerful lion beasts.

They precisely target relatively weak strongholds, outposts, or patrols, launching lightning-fast raids. Once successful, regardless of the outcome, they immediately flee, never lingering in battle.

This behavior pattern is not like that of mindless wild beasts, but rather more like that of elite special forces.

Clearly, the lion king, who has yet to appear, possesses an extraordinary level of control and command over his vast herd, demonstrating remarkable wisdom.

The warriors guarding the Ironforge tribe are by no means weak; they are well-trained and well-equipped.

However, faced with the lion pride's fierce, flexible, and guerrilla tactics of striking and fleeing at will, the elite guards, despite their strength, were unable to capture their targets and were soon caught in a passive and defensive predicament. The strongholds, large and small, were engulfed in flames and suffered much damage.

Whew! Whew! Whew!

The red iron dragon circled high in the sky, with fierce winds howling beneath its wings.

His gaze swept across the outposts below, where smoke signals rose one after another, and which had been attacked and destroyed by lion prides.

"These crawling insects, I will turn them and their territory into ashes and dust!"

Samantha, positioned on Galos' left wing, let out a low growl suppressing her anger, spitting out two streams of scorching fire from her nostrils, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly due to the intense heat.

Moreover, the current Red Dragon is different from the one in the past.

On her already strong and agile dragon body covered with crimson scales.

Important areas such as the chest, back, limbs, tail, and the base of the wings were covered with an additional layer of thick, metallic black armor.

The armor's surface was engraved with complex and profound alchemical runes, with sharp lines, making it look extremely sturdy and heavy.

What's even more striking is that many sharp edges are covered with thorny metal spikes, and some edges are forged to be as sharp as a giant blade, giving it a very powerful and imposing overall style.

Another point worth mentioning is...

Wearing this ferocious alchemical armor, the red dragon Samantha's appearance at first glance bears a striking resemblance to Garros.

In fact, it was because she greatly admired Garros's incomparably powerful body that she used Garros as a template and, with her increasingly profound alchemical knowledge, spent a huge amount of materials and countless hours to create this armor for herself, hoping to simulate and exert power similar to Garros.

Galos tilted his head slightly, his gaze carefully sweeping over Samantha's new equipment.

This full-coverage armor even encased her jaw in thick steel, revealing only her fierce dragon eyes and nostrils, exuding a suffocatingly heavy sense of oppression.

Indeed, it visually possesses some of the imposing presence of Galus.

“This armor looks very good, Samantha. Both the craftsmanship and the design prove that your alchemy is becoming more and more powerful.”

Galos did not hold back his praise.

He has always been happy to acknowledge the growth and progress of his blood relatives.

Upon hearing this, the red dragon opposite instinctively puffed out its armored chest, revealing an undisguised look of pride and smugness on its face, while its thick, long tail covered in thorny armor swayed from side to side.

Galos withdrew his admiring gaze and turned his attention back to the war-torn land below.

"These scenes before me feel somewhat familiar."

He turned his massive head to look at the Iron Dragon, who remained calm and composed to his right, and asked:

"What do you think, Sorog?"

Iron Dragon Sorog nodded slightly and said, "I wholeheartedly agree."

"This reminds me of the very similar tactics we used to deal with the Golden Tooth Tribe when the tribe was still weak and rising to power."

Back when we were at the border.

Relying on the agility and speed of their elite monster followers, the Ironforge tribe employed a guerrilla strategy of attacking from multiple points and constantly harassing the Goldtooth tribe, which was larger in overall size, leaving them exhausted and overwhelmed.

Ultimately, this forced the enemy to make the mistake of concentrating all their forces to launch a fierce attack on the Fertile Plains in anger and impatience. As a result, the Ironclad Tribe's main force, which was waiting in ambush, was wiped out, laying the foundation for the Ironclad Tribe's rise.

Now, times have changed.

The powerful Ironforge tribe became the attacked party, while the enemy adopted similar strategies that had once brought them victory.

To be fair...

The Ironforge's current dependent army surpasses the attacking lion pride in overall strength, organization, and equipment.

However, in terms of average life level among individual elites, tribal warriors are somewhat inferior.

The lion pride consists of ferocious beasts and monsters at least level seven or eight, with most of them even exceeding level ten. In the rugged and complex wilderness environment where movement is restricted, they rely on their individual strength and natural agility to launch scattered attacks on the tribe's border outposts, which indeed caused considerable trouble and losses to the Ironforge tribe in the short term.

"To earn the reputation of the Map King in the cruel and chaotic wilderness, this Lion King is indeed quite skilled and cunning."

Red Iron Dragon's gaze slowly swept across the land shrouded in smoke and fire, and he said in a low voice, "Guerrilla warfare and blitzkrieg... this is no longer a lion pride in the ordinary sense. We must strike hard and crush their delusions completely."

He paused slightly, then continued, "Since they are so keen on guerrilla warfare and regard speed and agility as their winning formula... let's do as they wish and play this game of chasing and hunting with them."

On the other side, Iron Dragon Sorog also gazed at the ground.

He spread his broad, enormous wings and grinned, revealing his gleaming fangs: "I am indeed somewhat surprised that these lowly beasts can employ such practical tactics."

"But that's all."

"They ignored the most important and fatal fact."

Tie Long's voice was cold and sharp as he said in a deep voice, "The outcome of battles between ordinary soldiers and their families is of little significance in this war."

"Their true enemy is us! It is the noble beings who rule the sky! It is the dragons that govern the sky!"

"Trying to use ground speed to wage guerrilla warfare against the true rulers of the skies? A foolish and laughable tactic!"

Blitzkrieg and guerrilla warfare are almost the most frequently used combat strategies by dragons.

When facing any large organization or nation on the ground, the dragons' most classic and favorite tactic is to use their unparalleled mobility and powerful individual strength to launch guerrilla raids like lightning, constantly striking the enemy's weak points until the enemy is completely collapsed or surrenders.

There is no doubt that lion prides are incredibly mobile on the ground.

However, it also depends on who they are being compared to.

When the opponent is the absolute ruler of the sky, the pride's proud land speed, its so-called agility and nimbleness, becomes an utterly laughable joke.

With its ravines and dense forests, the rugged terrain, however complex, poses little real obstruction or impact to a dragon with its commanding view overlooking the entire area.

Every sprint, every hide, every move of the lion pride on the ground.

Under the sharp gaze of the dragons, there was almost nowhere to hide.

"Roar! I will make these arrogant beasts understand, through their blood and howls, the insurmountable gap between our mere lion pride and our Ignas dragon pack!"

Samantha, clad in heavy armor, let out an impatient growl.

Her dragon claws clenched tightly, as if they held the heads of enemies.

Immediately following a brief command from Garros, the Ignas dragon horde, including the blue dragon Heriam who had been waiting in the rear and the young and warlike red dragon Cahill, launched another attack.

Giant wings blot out the sky, a dragon's shadow sweeps across the heavens!

The dragons scattered instantly, whipping up howling winds that tore through the clouds, like arrows of death released from a bow, flying fiercely towards the places where the war was raging in different directions along the border.

(End of this chapter)