Chapter 414 Legendary Equipment, Earth Ripper

The history flowing with dragon blood and giant corpses has etched hatred for giants into the inherited memories of every true dragon.

Galos also carries the innate mark of hatred for giants in his lineage.

However, through long-term adaptation, his strong will is enough to control the influence of this nature and prevent it from interfering with his rational judgment.

This campaign against the Mountain King is for the sake of the unification of the Ironforge tribe and its tangible interests, not simply to vent hatred.

If the Mountain King and his giants are wise enough to submit, Garus wouldn't mind sparing their lives.

However, given that giants also have a deep-seated hatred for dragons, it is difficult to expect them to be truly loyal.

Garus would not grant any surrendered giants the status of servants; if they wished to live, they would have to accept slavery and serve him under harsh supervision.

At that moment, a blue figure gracefully flapped its wings and arrived opposite the red iron dragon.

It's the blue dragon Zoraia.

She tilted her head slightly, revealing her long neck and exquisitely crafted dragon horns, gazing up at the majestic figure of the red iron dragon.

The blue dragon Zora said, "My king... your dragon might grows stronger every day, captivating my heart."

"I believe that after this battle, you will ascend the supreme throne of the wilderness and become the sole ruler and the only king of this land."

Her gaze was gentle and tender, filled with undisguised admiration and adoration.

Her voice seemed to have a hook, stirring the listener's heartstrings.

Red Iron Dragon stared directly into her eyes, while Zolaya lowered her head slightly, avoiding direct eye contact with him, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Zolaya has the appearance of a beautiful blue dragon, but also possesses hidden green dragon blood.

It must be said that she is as adept at seduction as a green dragon, meticulous, cunning, and knows how to use her own advantages.

Galos knew this, but he didn't point it out.

His gaze shifted from Zoraya, slowly sweeping over the assembled dragons, preparing to utter some flattering words that would ignite their dragon blood and boost morale.

A few seconds later, he organized his thoughts and began to speak.

"My blood relatives, my warriors!"

"Beneath our feet lies the land we have conquered; the entire wilderness will tremble beneath our wings, and anything that tries to stop us will vanish like smoke."

His voice was deep and resonant, echoing and buzzing in the air.

"Now, to our northeast, among the mountains, there is still a group of stubborn rocks that need to be crushed."

“Those stray dogs from Seresia, they have forgotten who once ruled the sky and the earth! They have forgotten whose flames and claws their ancestors trembled before.”

"I will lead you—my sharpest claws and my strongest dragon scales—to crush them! Let them either turn to ashes in the flames or kneel on the ground!"

He suddenly spread his wings, like a flag flying in the wind.

"Let the mountains crumble, let the giants howl! Let the entire wilderness of Sel be unified under our dragon wings!"

The moment he finished speaking.

"roar--!"

The dragons roared deafeningly, their might soaring into the sky, seemingly dispelling even the clouds.

Territorial ambitions and hatred for giants intertwined, making the dragons eager to ignite war.

Ser Wilderness, Northeast Region, Iron Ridge Mountains.

The rugged, steep mountains, resembling the fangs of a giant beast, rise and fall across the land, forming a continuous natural barrier that seems to have existed since time immemorial.

At the very heart of this rugged mountain range, one peak stands out prominently.

It is more precipitous and towering than all the surrounding mountains, with steep cliffs that are almost vertical and sparsely covered with vegetation, like the spine of a giant reaching towards the sky, making it quite unique.

Deeply buried beneath the mountain lies a vast space containing a magnificent and rugged megalithic palace.

There was no throne in the center of the stone hall.

Instead, there was a vortex nearly a hundred meters in diameter, slowly rotating and emitting a dim yellow light.

It is like a flowing sand, or a manifestation of the earth's pulse, constantly emanating a heart-pounding, incredibly heavy and profound energy.

Several strong giant warriors were nearby.

They kept carrying various minerals that shimmered with elemental luster and huge, uncut gemstones, strange crystals, and throwing them into the quicksand vortex. As the quicksand spun, these things became part of the vortex.

At the very center of the quicksand vortex, where the energy is most violent and purest.

A massive, mountain-like figure sat enthroned within.

He was none other than Groom, the Mountain King who had ruled this northeastern region of the wilderness for decades, a mountain giant with a life level of 20.

The skin of the Mountain King has the texture of granite that has been eroded by wind, frost, rain and snow.

Rough, hard, covered with grooves and cracks of varying depths.

Many of them are scars left from the bloody battles fought on the continent of Seresia against the Orc Empire.

His muscles bulged and jutted out like mountains, and just sitting there, he exuded a heavy, imposing aura that seemed to merge with the earth.

He gripped a huge, antique-style battle axe tightly in his hand.

The battle axe was a dark brass color, and its surface was covered with dense, spiderweb-like cracks, as if it could shatter completely at any moment. Even so, it still exuded an indestructible feeling, as if a gentle swing could cause mountains to crumble and the earth to wail.

—The Earth Ripper.

It was once a legendary piece of equipment.

The reason for saying "once" is that it was severely damaged in a fierce battle, and its current power is not even half of what it was at its peak.

However, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

Even in its current state of disrepair, it is still stronger than top-tier equipment below the legendary level.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, one can discover that as the Mountain King continuously absorbs energy from the earth's veins, extremely fine energy threads are slowly wriggling along the edges of the deep cracks on the axe surface, gradually healing the wounds.

Given time, it may well regain its former legendary glory.

The aura of Mountain King Grum itself, nourished by the continuous energy of the earth's veins, became increasingly rich and profound.

The swirling, quicksand-like substance surrounding him is essentially the energy of the earth's veins.

The reason why the Mountain King chose to live here is because it discovered rich earth vein energy.

After dividing the wilderness with the King of Iron and the King of Fungi, he stopped his expansion and chose to stay in this mountain territory, silently absorbing the earth's energy for decades, hoping to accumulate and refine it, and eventually break through the barrier of legend by quantitative change.

Back then, the King of Molten Iron slept, and the King of Fungi seems to have a similar way of accumulating power.

In short, the peaceful coexistence of the regional kings is actually all for the purpose of breaking through to legendary status with the help of wilderness resources before the civil war in the various kingdoms ends. War is not their goal; becoming stronger is.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

The barriers of legend are exceptionally strong; otherwise, they wouldn't have prevented countless heroes from being trapped.

Especially for dragons and giants, which are naturally powerful but have long growth cycles, as well as special beings with very different life forms like the Fungus King, it is even more difficult to reach the legendary realm in a short period of time.

It wasn't until the civil war in the southern countries ended, and things gradually returned to normal, that they turned their attention back to this lawless land.

None of the three regional champions managed to take the crucial step; they only reached the peak of the mortal realm at level 20.

"Power... I need more, even greater power!"

The Mountain King's deep roar echoed through the stone palace, carrying the ancient accent of Seresia.

He once belonged to a powerful and ancient mountain giant tribe on the continent of Seresia, and was the son of the chieftain.

However, this good fortune did not last long.

The orcish empire continued to expand, relentlessly sweeping through the giants' homeland with its unstoppable destructive force.

The magnificent city was reduced to ruins, and his chieftain father died on the battlefield to cover the retreat of his people. The once prosperous tribe fell apart in the blink of an eye.

He could only flee with the remaining members of his tribe, relying on the Earth Ripper to repel wave after wave of pursuers, and along the way he also gathered a small number of fire giants and stone giants.

During this time, he defeated an orc legendary with the Earth Ripper, but the Earth Ripper was also damaged.

After a perilous journey through mountains and rivers, they arrived at Atlanta Land and, after many twists and turns, finally fled to a land called the Sel Wilderness.

Over the years, the flames of revenge have burned constantly in Sannoh's heart.

The flames seared his soul, driving him to relentlessly pursue greater power.

He longed to break through the legend, to become stronger, and to one day lead his people back to the homeland defiled by the orcs, to avenge the blood debts of those damned invaders, and to offer their skulls as a sacrifice to his deceased ancestors and compatriots.

But all these grand plans for revenge must first overcome the immediate existential crisis.

Not long ago, news of the Iron King's rebellion against the legend and his brutal killing of him swept across the entire wilderness and also reached the ears of the Mountain King.

He had faced legendary powerhouses head-on, and he understood the terror of the legendary realm more deeply than anyone else.

That was a crushing defeat on a life level.

The chasm is so vast that it is almost impossible to cross.

Therefore, upon learning the news, Sannoh's heart was shrouded in shadow and filled with intense unease.

While feeling uneasy, a sliver of hope also began to grow in his heart.

For example, human legendaries are usually slightly weaker than orc legendaries, and the Iron Lord may have just been lucky enough to kill the weakest legendary.

If timing, location, and luck are all on his side, and the Earth Ripper exists, theoretically, he also has a chance to accomplish the legendary feat of slaying.

However, even with this hope, the threat from the King of Molten Iron still hung like a sharp blade over their heads.

retreat?

Abandoning the business he had built up over decades and to which he had poured so much, abandoning this ley line node that held the key to his hopes of revenge, he once again led his people on an uncertain path of exile, like stray dogs.

The echoes of Seresia still lingered in his dreams, the tragic destruction of his tribe still vivid in his mind, and he could not accept it.

put all one's eggs in one basket?

Accelerate, recklessly accelerate the absorption of ley line energy, forcefully break through the legendary barrier, betting that the Iron King himself suffered severe injuries after the battle with the legendary, requiring a long period of rest to recover, and was unable to launch a thunderous attack on himself in the short term.

This was a high-stakes gamble, the stakes being his life and his lifelong dream of revenge.

Ultimately, the thirst for power and the desire for revenge overwhelmed the warnings of reason.

The Mountain King did not flee; instead, he chose to gamble everything and stay here to accelerate the absorption of the earth's ley line energy.

However, as a leader who had experienced the pain of losing his people, he was not entirely unprepared.

He had already dismissed all the young, underdeveloped members of his tribe and dispatched some of the stronger giants to lead them.

These tribesmen cannot provide much practical help in the war. Let them scatter and flee, hiding in various parts of the wilderness. If they break through the legend, the tribesmen can return; if they fail... at least the spark of revival will be preserved.

Under the will of the Mountain King, the earth vein vortex rotated faster and faster.

More pure, quicksand-like energy surged wildly into his body.

Clumps of sharp rock crystals began to appear on the surface of the mountain king's body. His aura rose slightly amidst the violent chaos, and excruciating pain surged from the inside out like a tidal wave, but he stubbornly persevered.

However.

The speed at which the Iron King recovered, and the tribe's determination and efficiency, all exceeded the Mountain King's expectations.

On the seventh day, he concentrated all his energy and recklessly tried to break through the legend, attempting to grasp this last straw.

A giant dragon soared through the sky, savagely tearing the heavens apart.

Led by the King of Smelting Iron, the dragon horde arrived in the skies of the northeast region, blotting out the sun with their overwhelming power, and flew straight toward the territory of the Mountain King.

"Enemy attack! It's the Ironforge tribe! Dragons! A huge number of dragons in the sky!"

The giants' outposts, positioned on the treacherous peaks surrounding their territory, immediately sounded the alarm and sent urgent messages to their rear.

Inside the stone palace, Mountain King Grum suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with resentment.

He could feel that he was only one thin membrane away from the legendary realm he had always dreamed of, and that he had a chance to break through it.

But the enemy was already at the city gates and would not give him any more time.

"It's too late... Damn it!!!"

He roared and stood up abruptly, pulling the Earth Ripper from the vortex of the earth veins.

He calmed himself, forcing himself to stay calm, and gripped the Earth Ripper tightly with his thick, pillar-like fingers.

The Earth Ripper is a powerful legendary-level equipment. After absorbing the energy of the earth's veins, it recovers quickly. Although it is not fully recovered, its power has become much stronger. Combined with its level 20 maximum health level and powerful racial stats, it may not be unable to kill a weak legendary.

He still has one last chance.

At this very moment, in this very place, with a desperate gamble and at all costs, using the power of legendary equipment, we will slay that damned dragon!

"Prepare for war!"

The mountain king roared, the earth shook, and the dragons tore through the sky. Their figures drew nearer from afar, and the war between giants and dragons was about to break out.

(End of this chapter)