Chapter 181 A malevolent star streaks across the land
The eastern horizon was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn, while the gray-blue hues of night still dominated the sky.
At this point, the Ironclad Clan had destroyed the last totem pole, almost killing all the resisters, leaving only a few trembling prisoners who had given up resistance, and were now finishing off the remaining forces.
Suddenly, a cloud of smoke rose from the horizon, obscuring the sky.
The earth began to tremble.
It was as if an ancient behemoth was awakening.
Galos's vertical pupils contracted slightly as he gazed at the ground, where he saw the vast, dragon-like Bloodhoof army sweeping across the land, raising a cloud of dust and stones.
"It's finally here."
Red Iron Dragon's gaze was icy, precisely locking onto the figure with the heaviest and deepest aura among the Bloodhoof troops.
It was a strong and robust minotaur, several times larger than the Dragonvein Glutton, whose mammoth-like steed appeared small in comparison.
His body was covered in muscles that coiled like a dragon, and a pair of thick, long, and rugged horns stood on his head pointing skyward as if to pierce the heavens. His dark eyes were like bottomless abysses, revealing no emotion. His entire body exuded a terrifying, chaotic, and evil aura, and his life level was difficult to discern.
"It really is a demonic reversion, and the concentration of demonic blood is very high."
The aura of the abyss mingled with the wind, and Garros sensed danger emanating from Bloodhoof Baal. This was an opponent not to be underestimated; for an ordinary young dragon, fleeing would be the best option.
Baal keenly sensed the gazes fixed on him.
He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the vast distance and the clouds, meeting the eyes of the red iron dragon circling high in the sky.
In terms of size, the white dragon is the largest of the three dragons circling in the sky, but Baal pays no attention to it; his dark eyes are fixed on the red iron dragon.
This incredibly powerful dragon, whose entire body seemed to be a weapon, was the true mastermind behind everything.
Barr understood this immediately.
“I was misled by conventional wisdom. Dragons are not only arrogant and foolish, but also individuals with both intelligence and strength.”
Barr remained expressionless, his mind silent.
He would never make the same mistake again when facing dragons.
From birth, Baal's rise to power was not smooth sailing. His appearance and temperament, which were different from other minotaurs, made him suffer from cold looks and discrimination from a young age.
He experienced failure more than once.
But he knows how to learn from his failures and is not an arrogant person who thinks too highly of others.
Every failure, as long as it didn't kill him, made him stronger.
"This time will be no exception."
The base camp was surrounded by plains, and Baal led the Bloodhoof troops at full speed across the land, kicking up dust like a dragon.
On the other side.
Among the minotaur prisoners who had already dropped their weapons and were lying prostrate on the ground.
One of the warriors felt the ground tremble and smelled the scent of his own kind. His fighting spirit was rekindled, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he suddenly lunged forward, only to have his neck chopped off by a nearby ogre with an axe.
"Leave no one alive!"
The Dragon Lord has given the order that the primary objective of this war is victory, and nothing else matters.
Now that the Bloodhoof troops have returned, the real decisive battle is about to begin. The prisoners might betray us, and keeping them around would only cause trouble, so we might as well kill them all.
Apart from centaurs, the Ironclad Clan is composed almost entirely of ferocious and violent creatures.
Even the centaurs are fierce and skilled in battle, showing no mercy to their enemies.
One by one, the monsters wielded their blades, killing the prisoners who tried to resist, leaving a river of blood.
On the other side, the Bloodhoof army was getting closer and closer.
"Warriors of the Ironclad Clan! The battle is not over yet, form ranks!"
The Gluttony Demon spat out a broken bull horn from its mouth and roared with its head held high.
The combat units of the Shattering Hammer were the first to erupt in excitement. The tall creatures, clad in heavy steel armor, strode with earth-shaking steps, forming a wedge formation in the center of the ruins.
They were like bricks stacked on top of each other, instantly building an iron wall. The gnolls and kobolds, with their iron will, filled the gaps under Hodge's leadership, fighting alongside the ogres, like barbed wire protruding from the crenellations of the wall.
Centaur, wolf rider, hyena rider, lizard rider.
The most mobile crimson cavalry were positioned on the flanks, their lances and arrows gleaming with a chilling light.
Finally, there are the Eyes of Annihilation, composed of warlocks, shamans, and spellcasters from various tribes. They are located at the very back, the fewest in number, but extremely important, always ready to cast various spells.
The Bloodhoof Legion and the Molten Iron Legion headed in opposite directions.
Like two enormous, ferocious beasts, they rapidly approached with thunderous strides, and in the blink of an eye, they clashed.
Barr was the first to be affected.
He leaped off the back of the mammoth and then crashed to the ground.
The bull's hooves pounded the ground, creating a ring of air that seemed to solidify. The ogre heavy armor formation, bearing the brunt of the impact, was as if struck by a meteorite. The armor of the three most imposing ogres was dented as they flew backward, crushing an entire row of gnolls behind them to death.
"kill!"
Karu roared, smashing through several minotaur warriors before hurtling towards Baal like a cannonball, his mace studded with diamond spikes sweeping across.
Bar was unarmed and had no weapons.
His ears twitched, and he turned around to throw a punch.
The heavy punch was as fast as lightning, landing on Gluttony's chest even before Gluttony's spiked club could strike.
The overwhelming force was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.
Karu's scales shattered, his chest caved in, and his burly body was sent flying several meters off the ground like a rag doll, carving a long furrow in the ground.
White Dragon Therese roared, flapped her wings, and swooped down towards Chief Bloodhoof.
"Ancestors, grant me strength!"
The white-maned shaman pounded his chest, his bull hooves pounding the ground. His originally hunched and thin body swelled up like an inflating balloon, his muscles growing wildly. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from an old and weak man into a giant monster with a shoulder height of twelve meters, his body covered with dense tattoos and totems of various colors.
Before White Dragon Therese could get close to Chieftain Bloodhoof.
The Minotaur gathered the power of the earth and hurled earth and rocks like cannonballs at the white dragon, then began to fight it.
The two armies were turning like grinding wheels of flesh and blood.
Battle cries, roars, and the clanging of weapons and armor rose and fell, echoing across the sky.
Elvie zipped through the air, unleashing a barrage of exploding magic arrows at the minotaurs.
However, before they could get close, they were blocked by the earth and rocks that rose from the ground. The shattered earth and rocks flew like bullets, indiscriminately sweeping the surrounding minotaurs and molten iron servants.
Several lifelike giant eagle spirits were summoned by the Tauren Shaman, spreading their wingspans of over ten meters as they sped through the air and swooped down on the hybrid centaurs.
The dragon-blooded werewolf brandished its claws and engaged in fierce combat with a minotaur warrior wielding a heavy sword.
Both sides' warlock groups continuously cast spells, enhancing and amplifying their own units while weakening or directly attacking the enemy. Various spell rays, curse marks, and elemental flames raged across the battlefield.
The assembled Iron Legion is not weak; the Bloodhoof Army has many powerful warriors and shamans, perhaps even more.
The leaders of the Iron Legion were all entangled.
Especially the existence of Baal.
He was unstoppable, and any enemy who stood in his way was ruthlessly crushed.
Upon witnessing this scene, Samantha, the red dragon, once again found her wisdom to prevail.
Instead of approaching Baal, she attacked other minotaur leaders to relieve pressure on the Iron Legion.
Baal wasn't invincible either; he had several lacerations on his body from the dragon's claws.
However, these injuries healed instantly as Baal took a deep breath and absorbed some kind of energy from the battlefield, and his aura even slightly increased.
"Can one grow stronger in war, or rather, can one absorb the energy of death?"
"No wonder the Bloodhoof clan has been on a path of expansion and conquest ever since he came to power."
The kinship army couldn't weaken Baal; instead, it would only embolden him. Once Garus realized this, he knew it was time to make his move.
Baal shattered the troll in front of him into a bloody mist, then suddenly paused and looked up.
The Crimson Iron Dragon transformed into a crimson meteor and plummeted to the earth. The shriek of its wing blades slicing through the air drowned out all the sounds of battle. It locked onto the Bloodhoof Chieftain and charged towards him with its body as a weapon.
(End of this chapter)
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