Chapter 118 Iron Dragon's Strategy
Tempering Highlands, Ogre Camp.
As dawn broke and the dark sky slowly brightened, with a hint of pale light appearing in the air, Karu arrived with the elite troops of the Bone-Chewing Legion.
"Karu, take the warriors of the Bone Chewing Legion and head north to slay an Iron Dragon. Fight for me."
Galos calmly issued the order.
"My lord, the Bone-Chewing Ogre will crush your enemies and tear their bones apart for you."
After chewing and swallowing the last piece of bone in his mouth, Karu said in a muffled voice.
"There's no need to be so brutal."
Galos chuckled and said, "Your mission is to capture Iron Dragon alive if possible and bring him before me."
Aren't you going to make a move?
Karu paused for a moment, then asked.
"No, this is a test for the Bone Chewing Legion, a training exercise for you as the legion commander."
"Garos said."
Karu nodded emphatically.
Immediately afterwards, the dragon-vein gluttonous demon shouldered a gleaming, thick spiked club and rallied the ogres to gather and prepare for a march.
Its mace is made of cast metal, with some diamond-like sparkling sharp teeth inlaid on the surface.
These objects were formed from the fragments of the diamond giant's remains, making them exceptionally hard and sharp. Even with Karu's strength, they could break through Garos's defenses.
Let's take a closer look at the ogres' weapons.
It's not just Karu.
Some of the large ogre leaders' axes, warhammers, and other weapons also gleamed slightly.
After defeating the diamond giant, Garros rewarded the Bonechewer Chapter with one of its arms, and distributed some fragments of its remains to other chapters.
They were mostly used to make weapons.
Led by Karu, and assisted by his two lieutenants, Ugo and the Two-Headed Warlock, the Bonechewer's Warband quickly assembled and set off towards the Pebble Beach with several gnoll prisoners as guides.
Galus flew high in the sky, following behind.
Pebble beach.
The young iron dragon Sorog dwells in a dragon's nest cave at the bottom of the river, feeling vaguely uneasy.
All the gnoll scouts remained stranded at Quenching Highlands and did not return within the expected timeframe, leaving no trace and suggesting a possible problem.
Sorog flicked its tail and wrinkled the dragon skin over its eyes.
"The red comet that landed on the highlands a few days ago must be unusual."
Its keen intuition told it that something must have changed at the Quenching Highlands, though it was unclear what exactly had happened.
"Go and investigate the giant camp yourself?"
"No, this is too dangerous. A king should not put himself in danger. If my existence is exposed and the giants attack, I will not be able to defend the gravel beach, and I will have no choice but to give up the territory I have built up over the years."
Tie Long's gaze suddenly sharpened.
"The problem is, I've probably already been exposed."
"You can't expect gnolls to keep secrets or resist to the death when threatened with death."
Sorog now has two choices.
One option was to stay, hoping that the giants wouldn't discover its existence and continue living as neighbors with the stone giants.
Secondly, we should relocate immediately and wait until we are stronger before seeking revenge.
Sorog was torn.
It is ambitious and has grand ambitions to build a dragon empire. Although it has the arrogance and conceit of dragons, it knows how to learn from experience. Its years in the wilderness have taught it to be patient and cunning.
In order to realize his own ambition.
Faced with an insurmountable danger, it will choose to temporarily retreat.
After hesitating for two or three seconds, Sorog's gaze hardened, and he prepared to lead his clan to migrate.
Being scared away by the stone giant before even engaging in combat seems somewhat humiliating.
In fact, Sorog also felt ashamed, but instead of deciding to fight the stone giant to the death, it deeply remembered the shame and turned it into motivation to spur itself on.
"Damn stone giant!"
"The great Iron King will return sooner or later and crush you all!"
It thought to itself, then took its meager possessions, climbed out of the riverbed cave, and summoned the gnoll and kobold leaders of the Iron Clan.
These relatives previously had different clan names.
After gaining their allegiance, Sorog, following the principles of The Prince, abolished their clan divisions and unified them into the Iron Clan.
After they were unified into the Iron Clan.
These humble and insignificant creatures seemed to have gained some new hope, and became more positive than ever before.
Sorog frequently studied The Prince, greatly admired the Iron Dragon ancestor who wrote it, and took him as his role model, hoping to one day establish an empire ruled by the Iron Dragons.
"Whether I climb to the summit or fall into the abyss, I have benefited greatly from both experiences!"
Sorog pondered a line from The Prince’s autobiography, watching his retinue gradually gather before him.
Sudden.
A slight tremor came from the ground.
Neither the gnolls nor the kobolds noticed.
But Iron Dragon sensed it.
Its gaze sharpened, and it looked south.
A group of ogres trudged across the land with heavy steps, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
They were numerous, well-equipped, and strong, far superior to the gnolls and kobolds under Sorog's command.
The worst part is...
They charged straight in their direction, with a clear objective.
"The Stone Giant's retinue?!"
"They came really fast."
Ogres often pledge allegiance to giants, and upon first seeing these ogres, Sorog judged them, based on his inherited knowledge, that they were a kinship army from the giants' camp.
It nervously looked back at the earth, then breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately.
The stone giant did not come.
However, even these ogre legions are not simple.
When he saw the ogre army surging in like a black tide, Sorog immediately realized that a head-on confrontation would be certain defeat. Moreover, the ogres were large and fast in a straight line charge. If they were not stopped, their entire army would be wiped out if they were caught up.
It quickly observes its surroundings.
A swift river, soft sandbars, and dense reeds—a simple ambush plan took shape in its mind.
Sorog hovered in mid-air, allowing the gnolls to cross the river quickly, while ordering the kobolds to use their digging skills to dig hidden pits in the shallows of the river.
Not long after.
The cannibals' vanguard arrived and began crossing the river in pursuit.
Their bodies were huge and heavy. When they stepped into the pits, most of their bodies sank in, which severely hindered their movement. The ogres that crossed the river without stepping into the pits were also severely slowed down by the swift current.
The reeds on the opposite bank were suddenly parted.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The gnoll wanderer fired a poisoned arrow, forcing the ogre to defend itself in waist-deep water, making it almost a sitting duck.
Some kobold warriors, skilled in swimming, lurk underwater, using specially made bone hooks to pull at the ogre's leg armor.
While the ogres were being harassed by the gnoll poison arrows, they specifically attacked the ogres' knee joints, causing three ogres to fall due to joint injuries and be swept downstream by the turbulent current towards the Sharp Rock area.
The young Iron Dragon also swooped down.
It was brewing a ball of electric sparks in its mouth, intending to unleash a dragon's breath of electric fire upon the ogres.
boom!
A majestic figure shot into the air like a cannonball.
Sorog was startled and flapped his wings to rise and avoid the attack, while at the same time getting a clear look at the figure.
This is a gluttonous demon with the height of a giant, and its body is full of the characteristics of a dragon-blooded creature. It has a strong aura of a red dragon and is carrying a spiked club that shines with tiny, shimmering lights.
(End of this chapter)
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