Chapter 180 The Cunning Dragon! Rivers of Blood
Time flows by silently, neither hurried nor slow.
The night fog, thick as ink, enveloped the border region, and the valley ahead appeared and disappeared indistinctly.
The Bloodhoof Clan's elite troops advanced in silence. The heavy armored rhinoceros riders' mounts trod over damp moss, and the sound-absorbing cloth woven from spider silk made the multi-ton behemoths as silent as ghosts. The shamans on the backs of mammoths gripped the Silent Totem tightly, their movements and sounds swallowed by magic.
"The target valley is just ahead."
The white-maned shaman frowned and lowered his voice, saying, "Something's not right. We're very close now, but there's no sign of any warning."
Dragon Valley was only a few miles away from their troops.
We've reached this distance.
The White-Maned Shaman was prepared to be discovered, his spells ready to be unleashed.
But as time passed and the troops advanced step by step, the valley ahead seemed like a sleeping behemoth lying prostrate on the ground, showing no reaction.
There were no patrolling dragons or giant eagles in the sky, nor were any sentries detected.
There were no howls of gnoll patrols, no lights from kobold arrow towers.
The Bloodhoof army's approach was incredibly smooth.
"Are dragons so foolish and arrogant that they are completely defenseless?"
One of the leaders scratched the ox's horns and asked in confusion.
"No, if that's the case, it's beyond stupidity."
The white-maned shaman flicked his tail impatiently and said, "I'm a little uneasy; it seems something bad is about to happen."
Chieftain Bloodhoof, riding a mammoth, stared expressionlessly at Dragon Valley.
He didn't speak, but simply made a gesture to a minotaur leader.
The Bloodhoof Clan's main force halted, and five agile scouts, led by a lean minotaur, charged like arrows toward the narrow, easily defensible valley entrance.
They were initially somewhat cautious.
Especially when I saw the watchtowers standing on the cliffs of the valley, I was extremely nervous, fearing that a rain of arrows would come at any moment.
However, what made them even more nervous was...
—There was no one on those watchtowers.
They charged into Dragon Valley without any hindrance.
The scouts quickly returned to their units.
Their expressions were tense, their breathing rapid, as they reported to Baal: "Chieftain Valley is full of empty tents, all the campfires have gone cold, and we haven't seen any enemy soldiers, only some old, weak, sick, and disabled people who lack combat skills."
At this moment, Baal was standing on the ground, gently patting the trunk of a mammoth.
He paused when he heard the scout's report.
We've fallen for their trap!
Cunning dragon!
With a grim expression, Baal stomped his foot on the ground, and amidst the flying rubble, leaped onto the back of the towering mammoth.
Before Barr could issue any further orders.
Suddenly, a Tauren warlock at the back of the group changed his expression drastically. He pulled out a cracking crystal ball from his robes, and through the rapidly dimming light, the silhouette of a giant dragon soaring over the base camp could be vaguely seen.
This is like a signal.
More warlocks and shamans showed slight changes in their expressions.
The white-maned shaman took out a tiny, model-like totem, its runes flashing and glowing, from which came the hoarse shouts and roars of his people.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"The dragon is coming!"
"Watch out for ogres and centaurs!"
"Call for backup immediately!"
“.”
Now even the slow-witted minotaur understands the situation.
The young dragons did not wait for the Bloodhoof Clan to arrive in the valley, nor did they intend to engage them in a direct confrontation. The actions of the red and white dragons were merely a pretext. The Bloodhoof Clan believed they had drawn away and dispersed the power of Dragon Valley, but in reality, it was they who were drawn away.
The Bloodhoof Clan, aiming to conquer Dragon Valley and hunt down dragons in one fell swoop.
Now they are paying the price for their cleverness and their prejudice against dragons.
"Return to the tribe."
Without hesitation, Baal gave the order; his voice was flat, yet terrifyingly deep.
The Minotaur people are united by blood ties and totem beliefs.
They valued their clans and families; they could not abandon their territory or their people.
When the defenses were at their weakest, the tribe's territory was attacked and was in grave danger, causing all the Tauren to be extremely anxious.
The Bloodhoof army, which had come in a mighty force, turned back again in an even faster pace than when they arrived.
However, unlike the excitement they had when they arrived, all the Tauren were now on edge. The warlocks and shamans disregarded concealing their troops and focused solely on increasing their speed, causing a huge commotion.
Let's go back a few minutes.
Bloodhoof Clan Headquarters.
Galos circled in the sky, the fierce winds it stirred up tearing the Secret Eye of Heaven apart.
Before the tauren began their march and before the red and white dragons occupied the two strongholds, he had already taken action ahead of time after realizing the tauren's plans. His warbands stealthily circled around and headed towards the Bloodhoof clan's main camp. Samantha and Therese, who were left at the strongholds to confuse the tauren, had also received the message and were on their way.
"Arrogance, conceit, and foolishness."
"Despite these prejudices being imposed on me."
At first, Galus was annoyed by these prejudices and discriminations, but as he grew up, he gradually realized that it was a natural camouflage that could make enemies underestimate him, which was actually a good thing for him.
They did not directly attack the brightly lit, sizable Tauren territory below.
Red Iron Dragon simply lowered its eyes and gazed quietly, letting its followers perform their duties while it conserved its energy for the more intense battles to come.
at the same time.
A wisp of night wind swept past the totem pole.
The minotaur sentry on the watchtower only had time to sound half an alarm.
The explosive arrow from the centaur had pierced his throat, blasting the sentry's body and most of the watchtower to pieces.
hold head high!
A magnificent, adult golden dragon, nearly twenty meters long and with every scale gleaming, appeared in mid-air, emitting a high-pitched and resounding roar.
A golden dragon?!
Thinking of the power of the golden dragon recorded in the ancient texts, several sentinels suffered cardiac arrest and were scared to death. Many minotaurs also almost forgot to breathe, their hearts filled with horror and their minds blank.
Fortunately, the terrifying golden dragon vanished like a mirage, seemingly not a physical entity.
Almost simultaneously.
Thirty ghostly black shadows darted up the crenellations along the shadows of the city wall.
Hodge, the gnoll, stood at the very back, his feet treading on a scarlet Overseer's halo. The gnoll hunters in front of him swelled up as if they were filled with asphalt and oil, their claws and teeth bulging out, and hoarse roars escaping their throats.
"Tear their throats open!"
"For the Ironclad Clan!"
Chaos descends.
The Bloodhoof clan was thrown into chaos in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The scales on the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon Karu's body all glowed crimson, like burning flames.
This imposing monster, only slightly shorter than the city wall, strode forward, each step shaking down dust from the wall. Neither the short spears nor the arrows could stop its advance.
Immediately afterwards.
He crashed into the city wall like a siege engine.
collapse!
The stone wall collapsed and shattered, but what awaited Karu were twelve poisoned spears.
But sparks flew the moment the poison tip hit his body!
"Meat"
Karu grinned, his mouth drooling, and his giant, fan-like hands grabbed the heads of the two minotaurs and slammed them together. Red and white semen splattered on his face, but he didn't seem to mind the filth. Instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked it with relish, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.
The Tauren warlock on the west side waved his staff.
The earth and rocks rose up, as if the sorcerer was manipulating them to create waves.
—But it was interrupted by a dense rain of arrows.
Silvermane raised his upper body, the muscles on his arms tightened like steel wire, and drew his bow to shoot an arrow. The arrow accurately pierced the sorcerer's eye socket and came out through the bone.
His cavalry swept over the city walls, raining down arrows and targeting sorcerers and shamans.
This time, the cavalry that followed the white dragon were not human.
The ground cracked.
The Bloodhoof Clan's totem pole rose on the battlefield, standing tall and imposing, its runes lighting up one after another, unleashing intertwined chains of lightning, whistling ice arrows, and exploding fireballs.
Elemental magic surged across the battlefield.
Sometimes it transforms into a destructive tidal wave crashing down on the enemy, and sometimes it transforms into healing rain showering down on the minotaur warriors.
Whoosh—whoosh—!
Elvie hovered in mid-air, her wings outstretched like shooting stars.
The demon warrior, who is half-elf, is extremely skilled in archery.
Her arms blurred into afterimages as explosive arrows, imbued with magic, pierced the sky, striking the totem poles like precision-guided missiles.
The magic shield trembled violently under the continuous bombardment, and the frequency of its counterattacks visibly weakened.
Not far away, the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon Karu grinned as he tore a minotaur leader in half.
He casually pulled the spear from his shoulder, his blood-soaked giant hand smeared across the wound, and he tore at an arm with his mouth, the wound healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The powerful, dragon-like monster strode forward with heavy steps, charging toward the nearest totem pole.
The heavily armored ogres arrived at the same time, along with a few equally powerful trolls.
"Hammer your skull and drink your blood!"
"Bone-shattered songs!"
They shouted their battle cries in rough, hoarse voices, their voices unpleasant and disjointed, sounding like roars and howls, yet possessing an unstoppable force.
Clad in diamond-inlaid steel armor, they withstood the attacks of totem poles, wielding giant axes, warhammers, and spiked clubs, advancing step by step like a moving city wall.
The Starshattering Hammers are the most elite warband of the Ironforge clan.
They enjoyed the best equipment and food, and also undertook the most arduous frontal assault missions.
The sky suddenly darkened.
With a cacophony of hisses and a roar like a volcanic eruption, Samantha, the red dragon, led her flock of dragons into the battlefield like meteorites, their dragon flames obliterating everything in their path.
The White Dragon was a step behind, but he arrived later with the Giant Wolf Knights, Hyena Knights, and other swift cavalry, surging into the gap in the battlefield like a tide.
With the two dragons raging across the skies above the Bloodhoof Clan, the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.
One totem pole after another collapsed with a roar, the minotaurs' defenses melted away like snow under the scorching sun, and corpses littered the ruins and scorched earth, with blood flowing into streams.
The Iron-Melting Clan.
This ferocious beast, led by the Red Iron Dragon, first revealed its power in the border region, showing its deadly claws.
(End of this chapter)
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