Chapter 219 Suspicion and Tracking of the Middle-Aged Silver Dragon
The night in Heitieyuan was as thick as unyielding asphalt. The two moons were completely swallowed by heavy dark clouds, and the earth was plunged into a suffocating, pure blackness.
Suddenly, the deathly silence was ripped apart.
On the watchtowers surrounding the tribe, the piercing alarm siren only managed a short, sharp scream before abruptly stopping, as if it had been choked.
Instead, there were countless chilling scraping sounds, low growls, and the screeching of claws scraping against the metal walls!
The curtain of darkness was suddenly lit up.
—It wasn't the lights, but pairs of eyes that suddenly opened in absolute darkness, burning with a naked desire to kill!
Yellow-green, scarlet, ghostly blue... densely packed, like will-o'-the-wisps, silently surrounded the entire Golden Tooth tribe.
"Enemy attack! It's monsters from the Ironforge tribe!"
"Ballista! Load the ballistae quickly!"
"Light! We need light!"
The goblin guard's scream exploded in the deathly silence, accompanied by an undisguised tremor.
Searchlights were hastily switched on, their beams sweeping futilely through the thick darkness, illuminating only a small area at the very front of the encirclement.
Those were the hideous, twisted faces of ogres, drool dripping from their fangs; the arched backs of gray-maned werewolves, their claws gleaming coldly; and the heavy iron hooves of centaurs, crushing the ground with each step.
Above, in the night sky, a huge shadow undulates in the darkness before appearing.
The dragons circled in the night sky, their wings tearing through the silence, and an invisible pressure, like a cold iron clamp, tightened around the heart of every goblin.
The operator's finger was on the trigger, but he dared not press it at all.
Although the anti-aircraft crossbows and alchemical cannons were already loaded, they dared not fire them. The goblins piloting mech golems also dared not cross the line, retreating step by step in front of the relentlessly advancing Iron Warriors.
"It's over...it's all over...the Grand Master of the Workshop is gone..."
An elderly goblin elder collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself, his cloudy eyes filled with despair.
News of the Alchemist Legion's defeat and Scott's death in the southwestern border mountains had already reached the tribe. The backbone of the Golden Tooth tribe was broken, and they lost their confidence.
Goblins are cowardly by nature.
When they lost their protection, when their proud legions were defeated, they still had alchemical machines to fight with, but they couldn't muster the will to resist.
"You scum!"
"Put down your weapons and kneel down!"
A sound like muffled thunder came from the mouths of the Iron Dragon and the Red Dragon, who surrounded the majestic and imposing Red Iron Dragon and circled around it.
The goblins' knees buckled, and they knelt down like wheat being harvested.
But just as the tribe's panic was about to escalate into complete collapse.
In the heart of the tribe, deep within the foundations of the main palace, a symbol of the great workshop lord's authority, a deep, muffled rumble, like the heartbeat of the earth, emanated.
Buzz—boom! Buzz—boom!
The ground of the entire Golden Tooth tribe trembled, and cracks spread out like a spider web.
The outer layer of the palace walls has peeled off, revealing the main structure made of cast iron.
Immediately afterwards, to the delight of countless goblins, the Grand Workshop Master's palace came to life!
Thick plumes of steam, mixed with blinding streams of arcane energy, violently spewed from the vents in the palace's base.
The thick armor plates covering the surface flipped, slid, and reassembled like the scales of a giant beast.
The enormous gears inside meshed and spun wildly, emitting a deafening metallic roar. The top structure collapsed and contracted downwards, while thick, suffocating mechanical arms extended from both sides, and the base bulged and deformed upwards.
final.
A colossal statue, as large as a small hill, appeared.
Galos narrowed his eyes slightly.
"There's definitely something strange about this."
At the same time, the steel giant straightened its body, its movements carrying an inhuman sluggishness and precision, with the extension of each joint accompanied by the sound of mechanical operation.
Its upright posture seemed to support the entire precarious Golden Tooth tribe's sky.
"A... a master craftsman?!"
"Lord Scott! Is that you?!"
The desperate goblins, as if grasping at their last straw, erupted in cries of relief and frenzied cheers.
Their fear vanished, and they all stood up again, cheering: "Great workshop master, kill all these monsters!"
However.
The colossus did not respond to the goblin's cries.
Blue light shot from its eyes, sweeping across the darkness, across the giant dragon circling the sky, and then fell still.
[Environmental analysis, threat assessment, enemy and friendly strength ratio, combat simulation, and calculation of the tribe's likelihood of survival]
[Resistance: 11% chance of victory, chance of the tribe continuing is close to zero, optimal solution: Surrender]
Amidst the stunned, desperate, and incredulous gazes of countless goblins, the colossus that had just ignited their hope, like the most humble servant, slowly and heavily knelt on one knee before the red iron dragon.
It retracted all its weapons, and the energy light gradually dimmed, like a ferocious beast that had sheathed its claws.
Immediately afterwards, the armor on the drooping head of the giant golem cracked open, and a goblin emerged from it. Judging from his appearance and attire, he was a young and middle-aged workshop owner.
"Honorable dragon, please accept the allegiance of the Golden Tooth Tribe."
"The Golden Tooth Tribe is willing to pay any price as long as you are willing to forgive their offense."
He also knelt, maintaining a humble posture, but his voice was devoid of any emotion, uttering each word clearly.
"So it was an alchemical construct."
Samantha, the red dragon, had a glint of probing magic in her eyes, then blinked and showed a look of sudden realization.
She clicked her tongue with interest and said thoughtfully, "Garos, the chief of the Golden Tooth tribe is probably long dead. This master craftsman is a construct he left behind using alchemy."
"You have excellent insight."
"That's what the workshop owner said."
Galos looked down at the head of the workshop, and said in a calm tone, "I need to know more."
"As you wish."
The goblin began to recount his origins.
When Scott, the master craftsman, reached the end of his life, he chose to retreat into seclusion in his palace.
Unfortunately, due to the scarce resources and limited knowledge in the border region, and because he devoted almost all his time to studying golems and developing the tribe during his most lucid period, he was unable to create a way to prolong his life in his old age, even with his extraordinary talent.
On his deathbed, the master craftsman chose alchemy to ascend to immortality.
He used alchemy to merge his soul with the palace, transforming it into an intelligent golem.
The goblins gradually understood as well.
The alchemist they revered, who led the clan from humble beginnings to prosperity, was long dead.
This is merely the cold legacy left by Scott, an alchemical intelligence existing solely for "continuation," devoid of honor, anger, or resentment, possessing only rational intelligent logic.
"Alchemy Intelligence, your performance in the war makes me doubt your story."
Hong Tielong said.
He had expected the war with the Golden Tooth tribe to take much longer.
However, the goblins' decision to establish a base on the Fertile Plains, disregarding the potential risks, ultimately led to their demise.
"Don't give me gold, teach me the fire that turns stone into gold."
The Grand Workshop Master said, "It is the motto of my predecessor and the original intention of my birth. The meaning of my existence is not to fight, but to guide and train alchemists, so that the Golden Tooth Tribe can continue to exist without relying on me."
He was not good at war.
His strategy for fighting the Ironforge tribe was mainly based on the reports from the goblin elders, who helped him to come up with a suitable decision.
Galos roughly understood the situation.
No wonder the Golden Tooth tribe has so many alchemists; the reason behind it is here.
"Let me see your intelligent core."
Samantha, the Red Dragon, said.
As an alchemist, she knew that every intelligent golem had a core that was used to unify and process chaotic information, and to form 'thought'.
The workshop owner did not hesitate.
The armor on the back of the golem's neck opened, revealing an octahedral structure with a core covered in alchemical runes. Samantha, the red dragon, examined it carefully for a few moments and said to Garros, "Such an exquisite structure makes it a truly intelligent golem, very valuable to us."
They witnessed the power of the Grand Workshop Master, who could fight Garos and completely overwhelm the other teenage dragons.
Samantha, the red dragon, was even more excited about alchemy.
In her view, if a mere goblin could achieve such skill, then she, being of noble birth, would surely achieve even greater things.
Of course, she wasn't interested in alchemical ascension or turning herself into an intelligence; her main focus was on using alchemy to create various kinds of equipment and using runes to enhance herself.
"An unexpected gain."
"After the Iron Smelting Tribe, there may be no shortage of alchemists."
Galos looked at the master craftsman with the eye of an appreciator of art, and then swept his gaze over the desolate tribe.
"Your wisdom will fuel the furnace of iron, and your destiny will be defined by the shadow of the dragon's wings."
He said.
There was no haggling, no pretense or beating around the bush.
This is an unquestionable verdict from the victors.
"Thank you for your understanding."
The giant golem was the master craftsman's true form, which gradually transformed into a palace, quietly situated on the ground, while the goblin-like construct was his 'clone' for easier movement.
"All the goblins of the Golden Tooth Tribe surrender and submit to the Lord of Smelting Iron."
"That's what the workshop owner said."
Needless to say, from the moment they realized that the Grand Workshop Master was merely a construct and not a 'legend,' almost all the goblins knelt down again, silently praying that the dragon would accept the allegiance of the Golden Tooth Tribe, thus gaining a chance to live.
There are also a few exceptions.
They angrily denounced the intelligent golem for deceiving them and disgracing the Golden Tooth tribe, refusing to submit. Before the monsters could even make a move, they were crushed to death by the alchemy machine controlled by the Grand Workshop Master.
after.
A portion of the warband's elite forces were stationed at Black Iron Plains.
As time went by, the strongholds and resource points that originally belonged to the Golden Tooth Tribe were quickly taken over, and the territory of the Iron Smelting Tribe gradually expanded to the southern part of the entire border area. The gnolls and kobolds, who reproduced extremely quickly and were almost impossible to raise without restrictions, finally had a place to use their talents.
Meanwhile, the Iron Smelting Tribe was developing rapidly.
Red Maple Valley is located in the northwest of the border area.
"Deborah has been in the border area for some time now."
The man, with his silver-white hair and flawless good looks, frowned and said, "She told me that she left the border to go on an adventure, but that's not true."
"They stay at the border but don't return to Red Maple Valley, pretending to be on an adventure outside."
In his human form, [Frostmark] Edley asked with some confusion and displeasure, "What exactly is Deborah doing?"
The Crimson Silver Dragon bears a tracking mark secretly placed by Edley, who has always been very clear about its whereabouts.
Recalling Deborah's evasive remarks during their previous communications, using the excuse that she was on an adventure, Silver Dragon felt that she was definitely hiding something from him.
It's necessary to go and check on the situation.
(End of this chapter)
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