Chapter 221 The Red Iron Dragon's Temptation, Deborah's Lacking Resistance
Those tribal leaders, forged in the crucible of blood and fire, may be plotting alone, or they may be forging alliances in the shadows.
The war horn will sound no later than before the Ironforge tribe has fully unified the south and digested the spoils of victory.
This is a countdown to life or death.
Otherwise, facing the powerful Ironforge tribe, other tribes would only be waiting to die.
Thinking of this, the depths of Red Iron Dragon's eyes remained completely calm.
He is no longer the young dragon who had to be careful about everything. He is still cautious, but not everything can frighten him.
Under his direction, the Ironforge tribe was also making preparations for the impending war.
At that time.
If he loses, all his years of hard work will be destroyed, but he can just start over. Galos will never put his life in danger.
If he wins, Garus will be crowned King of the Borderlands. This land is generally barren and backward, but as long as one can stand at the top, one can still enjoy a massive influx of resources and grow more rapidly.
At this moment, the family members saw the arrival of the red iron dragon, and they all stopped what they were doing, bowed down, prostrated themselves on the ground, and shouted in awe.
"Praise be to the Dragon Lord!"
"loyalty!"
“.”
Galos nodded slightly: "Continue doing what you're supposed to do."
The family members working on the assembly line continued to work.
Those who had just been substituted off looked satisfied, munching on the almost unlimited food.
The work on the assembly line is very demanding, no less so than fighting, but the Ironforge tribe thoughtfully provides ample food for these dependents, ensuring they are well-fed and have no worries about food.
In border areas where resources are limited and people can starve to death.
This treatment already surpasses that of many family members at the grassroots level.
The gnolls and kobolds were basically vying to work on the assembly line, and they were grateful to Garros, showing him heartfelt respect and admiration.
"Goblin, why do my rune etching always fail?"
From another alchemy workshop came the voice of Samantha, the red dragon.
Since conquering Black Iron Plains, Samantha moved directly from Sulfur Hills to this location because of the numerous alchemy workshops and the suitable temperature environment. This also made it easier for her to manage and direct the various production lines.
Galos turned his head to look.
He saw the red dragon Samantha stretching her arm out in front of the master craftsman, pointing to a scale on it.
Rune etching is a more advanced technique than ordinary engraving, which can amplify and enhance the etched object more deeply with alchemical runes.
Samantha, the red dragon, is trying to etch defensive runes onto her scales, but has failed more than once.
"I've been very careful, so why can't I succeed?"
The red dragon asked.
A ghostly blue light shot from the construct's eyes, sweeping across the red dragon's scales.
With just one glance, the intelligence left behind by this advanced alchemist understood the problem.
The light retreated into his eyes, then instantly expanded again.
A scale of the red dragon Samantha was magnified countless times, its surface grooves resembling a continuous mountain range.
"Dragon scales are not flat as seen with the naked eye; they have a more microscopic structure."
He said, "You need to observe more closely and build a three-dimensional geometric model."
The workshop master stretched out his finger and used magic energy to outline a bright green line. Then, the green line flowed like a river, meandering along the natural patterns of the scales, avoiding all obstacles, and finally forming a complex and exquisite, perfectly natural rune circuit.
"Nature is the optimal rune substrate; forcibly modifying it is not as good as following its natural texture."
The workshop owner, mechanically, said calmly.
Is nature the optimal rune substrate?
Samantha did not find anything similar in the heritage. Her alchemical heritage did not mention that when etching runes, it was necessary to consider that the dragon scales were not flat.
These are new pieces of knowledge that were not included in her legacy.
Although I was unwilling to admit it.
However, Samantha, the red dragon, knew very well that the intelligent golem before her was highly skilled in alchemy and was also an excellent mentor.
This wasn't the first time she had consulted the intelligent golem.
Each time, the master craftsman could see through the problem perfectly, get to the heart of the matter, and use simple language to dispel her doubts, making her suddenly realize the truth and understand everything.
Galos overheard the conversation and nodded slightly.
The previous war with the Golden Tooth tribe was not in vain; the mere fact that it earned the loyalty of the Grand Workshop Master was of immeasurable value.
Don't give me gold, give me the Midas touch.
Garros largely agreed with this statement. This Grand Workshop Construct is essentially an educational intelligent golem that will continuously train alchemists for the Ironforge tribe.
The goblins of the Golden Tooth tribe were not exaggerating when they praised him as a legend.
If he hadn't been confined to the border region and held back by his tribe during his lifetime, he would have had a very high chance of becoming a true legend.
Having grasped the key to rune etching, Samantha began experimenting.
The Grand Master of the Workshop was not idle; he toured the territory, patiently and tirelessly guiding every alchemist who encountered problems.
Galos did not linger there.
He flapped his wings and soared into the sky, arriving at the heart of the Black Iron Plains. He circled in the sky, a joyful smile on his face, looking down at the world below.
On the dark, desolate plain, countless figures, like tiny worker ants, darted through the veins of the earth.
The miners lined up in long queues, chanting deep, rhythmic work songs, sweating profusely as they used thick crowbars and heavy oak hammers to drive the steel rods, already deeply embedded in the earth, inch by inch deeper.
In the center of the mine pit stood several steel structures.
It was a monster pieced together and welded together from steel and metal.
They stretched out enormous, pillar-like metal arms, with heavy steel drill bits hanging from the tops, crashing down into the depths of the earth with a clang! clang! clang!
With each impact, the ground trembled dully, and oil mixed with mud spurted from the borehole, drenching the minotaur slaves operating the winch below.
Flying dragons, giant eagles of Korra.
Centaurs, giant wolves, and various elite cavalry units.
Large numbers of soldiers patrolled and guarded the ground and sky, preventing any living creature from getting close, and there were countless hidden sentries and scouts all around.
Moreover, the sounds and noises from the Black Oil Field are confined to the area within the Black Oil Field itself, restricted by the magic circle jointly constructed by the warlocks and shamans, and will not travel to any further places.
"What a wonderful smell."
Hong Tielong took a deep breath and could smell the subtle odor of the black oil exposed in the air.
This black oil field is only the smallest, but its reserves are still very rich for a tribe. Although the goblins have been mining and utilizing it for some time, they did not dare to mine the black oil field before their rise to power, so its remaining reserves are still plentiful.
In a little while.
Creating a pool for Garros using the extracted black oil would be no problem at all.
"However, it's still too small compared to the black oil fields I saw in the Sel Wilderness back then."
Red Iron Dragon's eyes gleamed as he thought to himself.
The sight of the black oil fields he witnessed during his childhood adventures—the heavily fortified garrisons and the heavy alchemical equipment that pumped out black oil as if worshipping the earth—left a deep psychological impact on him.
In comparison.
The black oil field of the Iron Smelting Tribe is too small, and the extraction methods are also very backward.
"Black oil also exists in a more advanced solid form."
"The legacy mentions that a hundred tons of black oil can only be concentrated into a small black energy stone, which is the main energy source used by legendary alchemical golems."
"I really want to taste the black energy stone. I wonder how powerful it must be."
"Unfortunately, although there are black oil resources now, the Iron Smelting Tribe's alchemy industry cannot produce them, nor do they have purchasing channels."
Galos licked his lips, his heart filled with longing.
In any case, he finally had his own black oil field, and he no longer needed to do what he used to do, where he had to make deals with insects like earth spiders to steal oil for him, and then run away as soon as he was discovered.
However, the fact that the Iron Smelting Tribe has black oil fields still needs to be kept secret and cannot be openly exposed.
No country would complain about having too much of such a strategic resource.
Just like when Galos learned that the Golden Tooth tribe had black oil fields, he immediately prepared for war. Once the border tribes discovered that they had black oil fields, the Iron Smelting tribe would inevitably face a punitive expedition.
After admiring and inspecting his black oil field for a while.
Garos returned to Dragon Valley.
It was already noon, and the sunlight poured down from the sky like liquid gold, gilding the valley and the crimson-silver dragon perched on a rock slab, making her scales gleam and sparkle, making her look absolutely beautiful.
"The Ironforge tribe is growing stronger and will inevitably be exposed to the Silver Dragon sooner or later. We should increase Deborah's favorability as soon as possible. We shouldn't have to face the mature Silver Dragon for the time being."
Galos thought to himself.
"Hey, metal dragon."
Red Iron Dragon called out, "Wake up, it's riddle time."
Upon hearing the words "riddle," the Crimson Silver Dragon's ears perked up immediately, waking it from its nap. It blinked and looked at Garos expectantly.
Galos cleared his throat and said in an aria-like tone:
"I burn without ash, I fall but I rise forever."
"Shepherds use me to mark the time when their flocks return to the pen; wise men use me to measure the trajectory of fate."
"I have never spoken, yet I have witnessed the beginning and end of all epics; I was but a cold ember, yet I ignited the first bonfire of civilization."
As the last syllable faded, he looked at the crimson-silver dragon.
The puzzle is not complicated; it's quite straightforward.
"Stars!"
Deborah's pupils suddenly contracted into bright slits as she replied.
Red Iron Dragon nodded and said, "You're right."
He paused for a moment, looked directly into the silver eyes of the Crimson Silver Dragon, chuckled, and said, "However, the shimmering scales you were born with are far more vivid than those inanimate objects in the sky."
The crimson-silver dragon's tail stiffened into a silver spear with a "whoosh," and then drooped softly as if its tendons and bones had been removed.
"Really? Really?"
"Thank you for the riddle and the compliment, I really enjoyed it."
The Crimson Silver Dragon spoke in a low voice, not daring to look directly into Garos's eyes, but unable to help but secretly observe him out of the corner of his eye, feeling his heart pounding faster and his scales tingling and itchy.
This tactic involves first stimulating the mind with a puzzle, then breaking down defenses with praise.
Especially when the praise came from the mouth of the seemingly fierce, rude and violent Red Iron Dragon, carrying with it the unique fiery aura of the Red Iron Dragon.
The contrast left her almost defenseless.
Favorability +100!
Favorability +100!
Although he couldn't see any similar information, Garos noticed the Crimson Silver Dragon's reaction.
【Dragon Taming Techniques: The Crimson Copper Dragon Chapter】
Whether it's a provocation or a compliment, adding a riddle always makes the bronze dragon's heart flutter.
Galos further refined his dragon-taming technique.
(End of this chapter)
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