Chapter 282 Five Years Later, Faces Are Torn Apart and War Breaks Out
Following the bloody clash in the Alva Valley that shocked the border.
The dispute over the core interest of territorial sovereignty led the Principality of Haltai and the Principality of Abel to issue strongly worded official statements almost simultaneously, launching a fierce exchange of condemnation and denunciation, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.
at the same time.
Other principalities that have relations with these two major principalities, whether close or distant, have or do not have conflicts of interest, or have even had some friction or conflict.
It was as if they were being quietly manipulated behind the scenes by invisible hands, gradually separating and gathering together.
Ultimately, three distinct factions emerged: the neutral observers, those who openly supported Hartai, and those who strongly supported Abel.
And those powerful kingdoms that are the true pillars and core of the Lorthen Federation.
Their reaction, however, was unusually calm.
It could even be described as indifference.
They seemed oblivious to the escalating conflict between the principalities right under their noses, showing no concern for such trivial matters. They simply followed the ancient rules and regulations of the Federation, which had been in operation for hundreds of years, and routinely initiated the mediation process, sending envoys to Hartai and Abel in an attempt to quell the dispute.
However, this time...
The attitudes of the two principalities, however, were completely different from before.
Unlike in the past, they did not choose to compromise or back down under pressure from the kingdom's mediation.
on the contrary.
Like enraged hedgehogs, they each pulled out a series of long-forgotten border treaties and historical documents dating back hundreds of years, citing classical texts and arguing their case with reason and conviction.
They stood firm at the negotiating table, displaying an unprecedentedly tough stance.
They are determined to firmly grasp those disputed territories where sovereignty is ambiguous and both sides claim legitimate rights.
then.
Amidst the complex interplay and influence of various forces, and after a grueling diplomatic tug-of-war lasting over five years and numerous small-scale border clashes,
In the late summer of the year 256 in the Gregorian calendar, on a particularly sunny day...
The Duchy of Haltai and the Duchy of Abel brazenly tore up the core treaty that maintained internal peace within the Federation, and formally issued a declaration of war against each other, filled with hostility and war.
For the time being.
Those powerful kingdoms with deep-rooted strength and profound heritage remain steadfast on their high platforms, maintaining an unfathomable patience and silence.
They watched the escalation of conflict at the principality level with detached indifference, as if silently waiting for a crucial moment to arrive, or as if accumulating some deeper scheme.
but.
The stances of the numerous principalities within the Federation have undergone a dramatic shift during the tense standoff of the past six months.
The neutral principalities that had once tried to remain uninvolved have almost all disappeared.
They either unequivocally sided with Hartai or firmly chose to support the Principality of Abel.
Those principalities that stood in opposing camps, though they had not yet directly clashed and engaged in a full-scale war like Hartai and Abel.
However, due to historical territorial disputes, trade frictions, or old grudges that have accumulated to varying degrees.
The hostility and tension between them, like dry tinder thrown into a spark, quickly intensified and became intense. Friction continued along the border, small-scale conflicts occurred from time to time, and the air seemed to be thick with tension.
The bloody border conflict that sparked the conflict is known as the Alwa Valley Incident.
at the same time.
Just as the nations of the Lorthern Federation harbored ulterior motives, undercurrents surged, and the political landscape shifted dramatically.
In that forgotten, wild land, far from the hustle and bustle of the civilized world, at the junction of the Serbian wilderness and the permafrost tundra.
The Ironforge tribe, this ferocious beast, has grown rapidly like wildfire over the past five years.
Its momentum is fierce and eye-catching.
Thanks to the monster race's amazing tenacity and almost fanatical reproductive desire, the population of the various tribes within the tribes has expanded rapidly like a snowball, showing explosive growth.
In addition, it benefited from the blood and fire tempering of the previous brutal war.
Just as fine steel is forged to remove impurities and reveal its sharpness, batches of powerful leaders and elite warriors, capable of standing alone, are emerging one after another in every corner of the tribe, like mushrooms sprouting wildly in a forest after the rain.
However, behind the encouraging expansion and growth in power, there are also shortcomings that cannot be ignored.
One of the core plans on which the tribe places the greatest hopes.
The Dragonforged Warrior transformation program is currently in an worrying state of stagnation.
Although both the green dragon Ludwig and the black dragon Serafina have successfully taken up their posts and embarked on the paths of nature dragons and undead dragons respectively, and are simplifying the dragon vein dismantling ritual as required by the tribe, as well as conducting research on a large supply of living creatures, their low level and slightly poor understanding of life, flesh, soul, and other aspects have prevented the Dragonforged Warrior transformation plan from making effective progress.
Blue Dragon Heriam and Red Dragon Cahill have also completed their transformations into Storm Dragon and Wild Dragon, respectively.
It must be said that White Dragon Therese has a knack for motivating other dragons to become stronger.
In Black Iron Plains—the industrial heartland of the Iron Smelting Tribe—earth-shattering changes are also taking place.
Relying on the digestion and absorption of the alchemical heritage of the Golden Tooth Tribe, its own continuous technological exploration, and the support of resources and policies, the scale and complexity of the Iron Smelting Tribe's alchemical industrial system have expanded several times in just five years.
Despite the ambitious concept of having multiple intelligent beings collaboratively pilot a colossal golem, it remains in the blueprint and small-scale verification stage, with a long way to go before actual deployment.
but.
The number of battle golems, which are like steel guards and are rooted in the important strongholds of the Ironclad Tribe, ready to crush any invading enemy at any time, has far exceeded the total number of the Golden Tooth Tribe at its peak.
all in all.
The current Ironforge tribe's entire army has expanded to almost the limit that the current resource production level of this border region can support, and the tribe's overall strength has reached an unprecedented peak.
It has a strong and well-equipped army!
—A massive army of war-tested monsters filled the wilderness camps.
Its wings are fully grown!
—From basic industries to high-end leaders, from resource reserves to organizational structure, a solid and relatively complete system has been built.
It is loyal and united!
The faith in and reverence for that ominous star who sits atop the throne of Dragon Valley is deeply ingrained in the hearts of every tribe member.
Their morale was at its peak!
After five years of intensive training and rapid growth in strength, the entire tribe was filled with a fervent desire for war.
All the warriors were eager to fight, all the golem engines were roaring and warming up, and all eyes were fixed on the direction of Dragon Valley.
They are always ready.
They await only their supreme king's command to unleash a renewed whirlwind of iron and fire, to conquer even wider territories and seize even more dazzling glory for him.
At this moment.
Garoth Ignas, the king of the borderlands, whose body was covered with dragon scales that looked like they were cast from black and red metal and shimmered with a metallic luster, had just finished his daily, arduous training.
(End of this chapter)
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