Chapter 218 If you harm even a single scale of mine, my whole family will suffer the consequences.
There were no bodies.
Galos's gaze swept over the colossus's remains, but he found no trace of flesh or blood.
"That's not very reasonable."
"How did this goblin alchemist survive being hit head-on by my destructive dragon breath? And where is his body?"
Red Iron Dragon flicked its tail lightly, lost in thought.
The Grand Master of the Workshop was indeed powerful, but that did not change the fact that he was an alchemist with a fragile body. Without the protection of a golem, he was no match for Garos.
“I saw it clearly; he was engulfed by my destructive dragon breath.”
"Moreover, this alchemical colossus... I almost completely disassembled it, but I didn't find any trace of a cockpit."
The alchemical colossus that was finally rebuilt from the ruins and stood up was not the mecha golem most commonly used by goblins, but rather an intelligent golem that could be operated without human intervention.
"The chief of the Golden Tooth tribe is acting strangely."
Garros looked at the battlefield where the balance of power had completely tipped: "It doesn't matter. After the battle here is over, we'll lead our army straight to the Gold Tooth headquarters in the southeastern Black Iron Plains. No matter what the goblin leader's situation is, it won't affect the outcome."
The Golden Tooth Tribe is very strong.
Or rather, none of the four tribes in the border region are weak.
Although they are called tribes, this is because they live in a barren region with a relatively backward system and many primitive and ignorant remnants in the community. However, in terms of combat power alone, their overall level is actually comparable to that of a small city-state.
However, regardless of what it was like before.
When the Alchemist Legion is annihilated, the Golden Tooth Tribe will become a thing of the past.
Galos did not participate in the subsequent cleanup work. He hovered high in the sky, looking down at the scorched earth and war below. His dragon wings, which blotted out the sky, gave his followers almost endless morale.
"kill--!"
The ogres swung their spiked clubs, stained with blood and flesh, and smashed the goblins who tried to escape or put up a fight, along with their rudimentary armor, into flat, meaty patties, like playing whack-a-mole, amidst their maniacal laughter and the sound of bones cracking.
The two-legged dragon hovered low in the air, pouring acid down like water, creating patches of corrosive liquid that emitted white smoke among the fleeing goblin troops.
The giant wolf let out a bloodthirsty howl, transforming into streaks of deathly gray shadows as it leaped and darted through the rout of the enemy. Each swing of its claws sent up sprays of warm blood, precisely severing the goblins' throats or tearing open their chests.
The true dragon was like a moving natural disaster, ploughing across the edge of the battlefield and completely wiping out any large groups of goblins that tried to gather or escape.
This was a completely biased killing.
The steel jungle has become a mill of flesh and blood. The once mighty and powerful alchemical golems are now twisted scrap metal scattered everywhere, burned by flames, corroded by acid, and trampled by immense force.
The goblins' wails, pleas for mercy, and curses rose and fell.
But it soon fell silent amidst the whistling of weapons and the tearing of flesh.
The sunlight seemed to be tainted by the heavy stench of blood. The wind whipped up smoke and ash, mixed with the strong smells of rust, burnt metal, and death.
The warriors of the Ironforge tribe were clearing away the last resistance.
Soon after, all those who resisted were killed, leaving only those who surrendered, abandoning their weapons and crawling on the ground.
The deafening roars gradually subsided, replaced by triumphant shouts and heavy breathing. As the battle subsided, exhaustion washed over each monster like a tide, but their eyes burned with a fanatical light.
They won! The Ironforge Tribe has taken its most important step toward becoming the king of the borderlands!
The era of the Iron Smelting Tribe will begin amidst smoke and bloodshed!
Galos noticed the excited warriors.
Now is the perfect time to enhance tribal cohesion.
"Where the dragon's wings reach—"
The red iron dragon spoke, uttering a deep and majestic voice that echoed across the entire battlefield like rolling thunder: "—All this is the king's land!"
Galos wouldn't normally make such an arrogant and boastful declaration, but since there were no other people around, it wouldn't hurt to say something like that to satisfy his little vanity.
Of course, the most important thing is to make the Ironforge tribe more cohesive and loyal.
Everything else was just incidental.
After a moment of stagnation.
Roar—!!!
The roars of dragons, the howls of beasts, the neighing of men and horses, the shrieks of flying dragons... all the sounds converged into a torrent proclaiming victory and power, soaring straight into the sky.
"Rest and recuperate on the spot. The war is not completely over yet. We are still one step away from complete victory."
Once the order was given, the monsters, after a fierce battle, began to rest on the spot.
Are you injured? It's not a broken arm or leg, just a minor injury. A little dirt will stop the bleeding, and a warlock or shaman's healing spell will make you perfectly fine again.
Hungry?
There's food everywhere.
Goblins, delicious!
The warriors of the Ironforge tribe have very little need for logistical support.
Meanwhile, in the southwest, Dragon Valley.
A group of snake people slowly emerged from the horizon and gradually approached Dragon Valley.
They have serpentine lower bodies and humanoid torsos. The males are robust with bulging muscles, ferocious blue faces and fangs, while the females are beautiful and alluring, with exquisite features almost second only to elves.
"This is it, the habitat of dragons."
"The dragon of the Ironforge tribe is leading the monsters in battle against the Golden Tooth Goblin."
“We have a magical pact with the goblins, so we can’t attack them, but the Ironforge’s rear is vulnerable, which is a good opportunity for us.”
The snake-man leader hissed, sticking out his tongue, and said.
The snake people of the Poison Tail tribe mainly occupy the northeastern part of the border area, near the Golden Tooth tribe.
Because of the resources ceded by the Golden Tooth Tribe, they signed a magical contract with the Golden Tooth Tribe to curb their conflicts. However, the snake people of the Poison Tail Tribe did not give up monitoring the movements of the Golden Tooth Tribe.
The Alchemy Legion's attack was so large that it did not escape their notice.
The snake people quickly realized what had happened.
They believed that the Iron Smelting Tribe was no match for the Golden Tooth Tribe, and although they had signed a non-aggression pact with the Golden Tooth Tribe, they did not have one with the Iron Smelting Tribe.
then.
The Snake-Man Tribe acted decisively, intending to take advantage of the full-scale war between the Golden Tooth Tribe and the Smelting Iron Tribe to launch a surprise attack on the Smelting Iron Tribe's rear and seize the fruits of victory.
Now, the elite of the Poison Tail tribe have arrived in Dragon Valley.
The snake-men twisted their bodies and approached silently.
As they approached Dragon Valley, a deafening roar suddenly rang out from the easily defensible entrance passage.
roar--!
A white shadow leaped out.
The ferocious creature glared menacingly at the snake people, its limbs slightly lowered, muscles bulging beneath its fur, and its sharp claws already tearing the ground, ready to pounce at any moment.
The powerful and ferocious white tiger startled the snake people.
Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind swept by, and another figure soared into the sky, its dragon scales gleaming in the sunlight with a copper and silver hue.
The copper dragon Deborah gracefully folded her wings and landed atop a cliff.
"Hey, snake people."
"Now it's riddle time."
The Crimson Silver Dragon raised its head slightly, looking down at the snake people, and said in a light and humorous voice, "You harmed one of my scales, but you have my whole family back. The most united avenger, guess who it is?"
Upon hearing this, the snake people fell silent.
"Metal Dragon".
"A snake-man sorcerer leader said."
"Correct answer! As a reward, I allow you to turn back the way you came."
The Crimson Silver Dragon said with a grin.
The snake-man leader said nothing and hurriedly led his troops away from Dragon Valley.
It was as if what lay ahead was not their destination, but some kind of forbidden zone of death.
On the return journey, some young soldiers were unwilling to give up and asked their experienced leader, "We have traveled stealthily and trekked all the way here, spending a lot of time. Why are we just going to turn back like this?"
The old snake-man shaman's eyes narrowed to thin slits.
“In the borderlands, the strong will not die, and the weak will have a chance to survive. Only the short-sighted and arrogant fools deserve to die.” He rebuked in a hoarse voice, “Do you want to bring destruction upon the tribe by attacking the metal dragon? The riddle of that dragon was not just a casual remark.”
As he spoke, the shaman also had some doubts in his heart.
Intelligence indicates that the ruler here is an evil dragon with no background, but why did a hybrid metal dragon suddenly appear?
Without pondering the unanswerable questions, the snake people retreated from where they came from, though their hearts remained unsettled.
"Snake people? Probably the Poison Tail tribe, hmm, I understand."
Garos put away the communication stone and, after a brief conversation with the Crimson Silver Dragon, learned what had happened in Dragon Valley.
He wasn't too surprised.
The border area is not one country's territory after all. It is only natural that the war between the Iron Smelting Tribe and the Gold Tooth Tribe would attract the attention of other tribes, and it is also normal for other tribes to try to take advantage of the situation.
Place the powerful ferocious tiger and the crimson silver dragon in Dragon Valley.
The ferocious tiger is secondary; the most important thing is to rely on the identity of the Crimson Silver Dragon to achieve the effect of borrowing the tiger's power. Garos doesn't need the Crimson Silver Dragon to actually fight for him; it's enough for the Crimson Silver Dragon to show its face.
"Once the war with the Golden Tooth Tribe is completely over, I will reward her with an afternoon of puzzle time."
Galos was thinking to himself that he needed to further increase the Crimson Silver Dragon's favorability.
As the Ironforge tribe gradually grows, it can acquire more resources, but it is unrealistic to continue to lie low and endure. Sooner or later, they will appear in the sight of the mature Silver Dragon.
Not to mention gaining the support of the prime-aged silver dragon.
At the very least, one must be able to avoid provoking their malice.
Galos did not become arrogant or complacent because of one or two victories, nor did he lose sight of reality. He knew very well that matters concerning the young dragons needed to be handled with caution.
—Except for White Scale and White Dragon.
After resting for most of the day.
The resilient Iron Warriors marched once more, heading towards Black Iron Plains.
This time, instead of fighting on multiple fronts, they tore through all obstacles like a sharp knife, advancing unimpeded to reach the Black Iron Plains and the main base of the Golden Tooth Tribe.
(End of this chapter)
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