Chapter 214 Declaring War on the Ironforge Tribe. What do you mean they've already come knocking on our door?!
"With the newly signed magical contract in place, the snake people of the Poison Tail tribe will not take advantage of the situation."
"The Ironforge tribe has been attacking our riverside outposts, disrupting trade and causing us huge losses."
"Strike first to gain the upper hand. This is no ordinary tribe; we must strike hard."
Listen to what the elders below are saying.
Scott, the master craftsman, nodded slowly. The chief of the Gold Tooth tribe, his eyes gleaming, said, "The monopoly plan concerns our future. The Iron Smelting Tribe is against us, and we can no longer let them get away with it."
After deciding to attack the Ironforge tribe.
The workshop master and the elders began to discuss the battle plan.
They carefully analyzed each other's strengths and weaknesses and concluded that the best way to deal with the Ironforge tribe was to assemble a large-scale army and sweep straight through them head-on, giving the Ironforge tribe no chance to react, and defeat them head-on with alchemical golems and war weapons.
Not long after.
The goblin leaders reached a consensus.
The Ironforge Tribe's accumulated strength is weaker than that of the four major tribes in the border region, but it should not be underestimated. In order to boost morale, the head of the workshop used a communication tool to first convey the order to prepare for war to the leaders of each stronghold, and at the same time prepared a declaration of war.
"Warriors of the Goblin race!"
"Those arrogant reptiles from the southwest! Those scaly bandits! They burned our harbor, plundered our wealth, and challenged the majesty of our Golden Tooth tribe!"
"We will crush their pride with an iron torrent!"
"Let those winged lizards taste the power of alchemical cannons!"
“Take off their scales one by one and make them into new armor!”
After a pause, the Grand Master's voice echoed almost simultaneously across all the strongholds via communication and alchemy tools: "For the glory of the Golden Tooth Tribe! To revive the splendor of the goblin race! To crush all obstacles with steel!"
roar!
Almost simultaneously, an unusual roar rang out.
The workshop owner's gaze sharpened as he noticed the roar originated from a communication device.
"Rogge, what's going on?"
The workshop owner asked the leader who was being contacted by the communication device.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! It's a white dragon, and many other monsters!"
An urgent response came from the other end.
The owner of the big workshop was shocked.
The Iron Smelting Tribe dared to be so presumptuous; attacking the riverbank stronghold was not enough for him. He thought to himself that this time he must wipe out the Iron Smelting Tribe.
These savage monsters will only become more and more aggressive, and their existence can no longer be tolerated.
With this combined strength, we are determined to wipe out the Ironforge tribe in one fell swoop!
The workshop owner remained calm and said, "Support will be provided immediately."
The words hadn't even completely faded from his lips.
More anxious and tense voices came from the communication devices, interrupting the workshop master's words.
"Ogres! Ogres are charging our lines!"
"So many giant wolves! They've hidden themselves and bypassed our sentries!"
"Iron Dragon! I see an Iron Dragon approaching, and a group of flying dragons too!"
Tragic news came from various places.
More than one of the Golden Tooth tribe's strongholds were attacked.
"It looks like a comet is falling towards us? No! It's not a comet."
collapse--!
With a deafening roar, like a meteorite crashing into the earth, the voice from behind the communication device abruptly stopped.
The workshop master's expression didn't change, but it seemed to have gone from calm to stiff.
The goblins wanted to strike first.
However, while they were discussing matters in the council hall, the Ironforge army, under the cover of warlocks and shamans, was slowly and silently approaching the various strongholds of the Goldtooth tribe from multiple directions.
In order not to alert the enemy.
The troops that first approached the goblin stronghold did not act immediately, but instead lay in wait, awaiting orders.
The first raid should be the most effective. We should wait until all units are in position before launching an attack on the goblin stronghold, catching them off guard.
As the discussions among the goblin leaders progressed...
As more and more troops are deployed, the risk of being discovered gradually increases.
The Ironforge tribe, this ferocious beast, did not lie low and wait; it revealed its claws at the opportune moment.
Let's go back in time to before the Grand Master of the Workshop delivered the declaration of war.
In the southeast, there is a quartz mine.
The sunlight cast long shadows from the steam towers in the mine, and the goblin lookout on the watchtower chewed on tobacco leaves and suddenly squinted.
Not far away, there were several reflections that seemed off.
"Hello."
He shouted down, "The rocks on the west slope seem to be moving! Take a closer look."
The second-in-command leaned lazily against the ballista and said, "Those damned ibex again, aren't they? They gnawed them to pieces last week."
Before the words were even finished, the ground began to tremble, and dust was shaken up and then fell back down.
Upon closer inspection, the goblin scout's breath caught in his throat, his mind instantly tensing. What he saw was not rocks or ibex, but an enemy charging forward at breakneck speed!
The crimson cavalry, the giant wolf riders, the hyena riders—their iron hooves were the first to tread the ground, crushing earth and stone.
Then came the elite ogres and trolls, clad in heavy armor, tall and imposing, resembling small mountains of flesh.
A dense swarm of gnolls and kobolds mingled among them, howling as they ran.
Even more terrifying, a white dragon shadow swept across the clouds, revealing its ferocious and cold form.
The mine alarm instantly blared throughout the valley.
A series of multi-hole steam crossbows emerged from behind the camouflaged rock walls, their arrows gleaming coldly.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Black oil burned in the engine of the mech golem, turning into energy that surged through the pipes, and all the golems were on high alert.
"Fire!"
Amidst the roar of the goblin controller, the ballistae fired specially made armor-piercing arrows, unleashing a dense rain of arrows at the white dragon in the sky. However, before they could hit their target, the arrows were frozen in mid-air by a fierce icy wind and fell to the ground.
call!
A white dragon swept low overhead, its frost-covered breath freezing a Flesh Ripper.
The alchemical cannon's attack landed on her, cracking her ice armor and sending dust flying, but it didn't knock her off immediately, before more attacks could lock onto her.
The soldiers of the Ironforge tribe surged in like a tide, forcing the goblins to engage them in battle.
The white dragon soared through the sky, each strike destroying a mech golem. Gnolls and kobolds swarmed like locusts, their minions tearing apart goblins without golems for protection. Ogre elites and centaur warriors gradually tore apart the goblin defenses.
There were many other strongholds like the quartz mine that were attacked, and the flames of war raged across the southeast.
For strongholds of the Gold Tooth Tribe, such as the Iron Mine and the Thorn Beast Ranch, the soldiers of the Iron Smelting Tribe responsible for attacking them varied depending on the location of their garrison.
The weaker ones are led by their familiars, including the Gluttonous Demon Karu, the Dragon Vein Werewolf Russell, and the Half-Horse Elvie.
The slightly stronger ones are led by dragons such as Iron Dragon Sorog, Red Dragon Samantha, and White Dragon Therese.
and.
In order to maximize the gains of the first raid, Garos did not remain idle in Dragon Valley either; he targeted an important stronghold of the Golden Tooth Tribe.
Southeastern outpost, marked by steel nails.
This is a military defense point of the Golden Tooth tribe, which is more heavily guarded than ordinary resource outposts.
The goblins blocked the main ground passages with a wall full of spikes, like steel nails. More than one mech golem was stationed here. In addition to the basic flesh ripper, there were some more advanced golems, as well as many alchemical heavy cannons, steam crossbows and other defensive units.
At this moment, the midday sun was scorching the steel nails on the city wall.
Just as the goblin lookout pushed his goggles up to his forehead to wipe the sweat, a crimson comet suddenly appeared in his pupils, streaking across the sky and falling. Even though it was daytime, he could clearly see its trailing flames and feel the extraordinary power it carried.
It fell at an extremely fast speed.
After only a second of hesitation, the goblin lookout saw its true form.
It's not a comet! It's not a comet!
That wasn't a celestial body at all, but a giant dragon folding its wings and diving down!
A tearing sound, like a death shriek, followed his appearance.
Then, as he rapidly approached, a series of sonic booms resounded, like thunder from distant mountains being forcibly pulled close.
The goblins at the Steel Spikes outpost now have two pieces of news to share.
The good news is:
There was only one enemy attacking, unlike other strongholds which were attacked by a large number of enemies.
The bad news is:
What has arrived is [Wings of Sky Rift], [Death Star], [Lord of Crimson Wings], and—the King of the Molten Iron Tribe.
Garros's gaze locked onto the alchemical heavy artillery array. With a flap of his dragon wings, dark red flames surged and boiled, leaving long trails of light behind him, as if tearing a burning wound through the azure sky.
He was like a crimson thunderbolt hurled down upon the earth by a god, making even the midday sun pale in comparison.
"Enemy attack! Deploy all gun ports!"
The goblin commander has tried his best to react and issue orders as soon as possible.
But the Red Iron Dragon came too fast and too suddenly.
The steel walls covered in spikes posed no obstacle to him.
Even with an alchemist personally operating the anti-aircraft guns, it would take at least a few seconds for them to be activated and fully engaged; if precise locking were included, it would take even longer.
so.
The heavy artillery had just turned its muzzle, but before it could fire, the Red Iron Dragon was already within reach.
With unparalleled dragon might, he descended with an unstoppable, irresistible, and all-destroying force, like a meteorite piercing the earth, falling heavily with a trajectory as vertical as a line of fire reaching the sky!
collapse!
Time seemed to freeze for a moment, then a deafening roar erupted, like a natural disaster.
The shockwave exploded in a ring, followed by a surge of high-temperature air, causing layers of soil and rocks to rise and spread, as if they had turned into liquid.
The barrel of the alchemical cannon bent like a candle in the high temperature, and was then thrown into the sky like a toy.
All the anti-aircraft heavy artillery in the array was almost completely destroyed in an instant, and the goblins who tried to use the heavy artillery to fight back were reduced to ashes.
Sunlight pierced through the billowing smoke and dust, illuminating a majestic figure that was faintly visible amidst the circular crater and dense dust.
call--!
The gale scattered all the dust, and the red iron dragon took off, its incredibly strong body revealed to the goblins.
He had a powerful physique, with bulging, iron-like muscles that were difficult to conceal even with thick scales.
Its dragon horns were sharp and rugged, and its body was covered with cold, explosive scales that resembled an indestructible armor, with thorns like a forest of swords.
He was sharp and ruthless, every part of his body resembling a deadly weapon, gleaming with the sharpness of death.
Surrounded by rows of mecha golems.
His expression was calm, his gaze serene. His hard, scaled face, covered in fine thorns, showed neither tension nor excitement, as if he were strolling leisurely in a garden rather than on a battlefield.
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