Chapter 339 Magic Satellite
"This will be the first time the dragons have officially revealed our true claws to the wilderness."
Galos hovered slowly in the sky, its head drooping, looking down at the creatures fighting for themselves below.
His soldiers and his retinue were pouring out from the various carefully constructed strongholds deep in the wilderness.
At first, they were scattered streams, but as time went by, these streams began to converge, collide, and merge.
The clanging of armor scraping against each other, the muffled thud of heavy footsteps pounding the earth, the deep battle roars and the howls of monsters intertwined to form a suffocating ocean, ultimately creating a massive and ferocious legion that swept across the wilderness with unstoppable force, surging toward the Quenching Highlands.
The Tempering Highlands, this time, is undoubtedly a tough nut to crack.
For decades, the Principality of Raymond has spared no expense in transforming this place into the most solid nail driven into the Ser Wilderness. Its terrain is treacherous, with steep cliffs on three sides, leaving only one side open for large armies to deploy, making it extremely easy to defend and difficult to attack.
The Principality of Raymond has amassed a large army here.
The sophisticated alchemical equipment, well-trained soldiers, and powerful city defense weapons... all combined to form a formidable fortress.
Of course, given the current strength of the Ironforge tribe, and their willingness to pay a certain price, conquering it would not be difficult.
Even so, Galos still decided to take action himself.
Logically speaking, a tribal leader like him should be like a sharp blade hidden deep in his lair, never to be used lightly unless it is a matter of life and death or a decisive moment.
Revealing your trump card and fighting style too early is tantamount to showing your weaknesses.
This would give potential adversaries the opportunity to analyze and target the target.
However, Galus had his own considerations.
On the one hand, for him, who had joined the Fighting Dragon, the growth efficiency brought by intense battles was higher than that of his usual training.
The battlefield is ever-changing, and all kinds of attacks can hone and refine him, allowing him to adapt and improve his resistance to various things.
On the other hand, he possesses a variety of distinct fighting styles and trump cards.
Appropriately revealing some conventional skills, such as the characteristics of a certain breath, a special fighting technique, or even a seemingly powerful defensive stance, can confuse and mislead opponents, preventing them from figuring out your true strength.
For Galos, the only thing that needs to be kept strictly secret right now is the existence of the Dragon Jade.
This second life provided Galos with unparalleled tolerance for error.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
High in the sky, the powerful air currents created by the soaring dragons constantly stirred the clouds, revealing their enormous and majestic figures intermittently.
Their enormous wings, spread out beneath the sky, resembled battle flags fluttering in the wind, giving their countless followers traveling on the earth below boundless confidence and courage.
Iron Dragon Sorog, Red Dragon Samantha, Blue Dragon Heriam, Red Dragon Cahill.
Besides Garros, all four dragons will also participate in this battle.
They are the claws of Garros, the fangs of the Ironforge.
Tonight, together they will formally declare the existence and power of the Ironforge tribe to this cruel wilderness.
This war against Quenching Highlands is far more significant than simply capturing a strategic location; it will be a war to establish the tribe's authority, requiring a complete and undeniable victory! Only in this way can the morale of the entire army be greatly boosted, laying the foundation for more intense and extensive wars and expansions to come.
As for the black dragon Serafina and the green dragon Ludwig, the former is more skilled in necromancy and fighting in negative energy environments, while the latter is adept at communication and the life realm.
Neither of these is the preferred option for a direct, aggressive attack.
They did not participate in the recapture of the Tempering Highlands, but they also shouldered an important mission. They were clearing and transforming the captured undead lair in another hidden place, trying to make it the core site for the Dragonforging transformation ceremony and make it another important base for the Ironforge tribe.
"The Quenching Highlands are not that far from our Riverwood Territory base."
Iron Dragon Sorog's voice echoed in Garos's mind through the telepathic link: "At our legion's current normal marching speed, it won't be long before we arrive at the attack launch position late at night a few days from now."
He paused briefly, then added another important piece of information: "In addition, Gorton has sent back a message."
“Crystal Princess Elena has made it clear that she will make a generous investment in our operation and will provide us with additional support in her own way.”
At the same time, Hong Tielong's lips curled into a smile.
He gazed into the distance, his deep voice rumbling across the sky like thunder:
In short, let the coming night burn.
Then, the dragons soared and patrolled leisurely in the darkening sky. Under their enormous wings, the Ironforge's army of followers surged across the land like a tide, advancing resolutely forward.
Time passed by, second by second, in a somber and heavy atmosphere.
Several days later, late at night.
Quenching Highlands.
The night air here is cold and crisp, carrying a rusty, metallic scent, as hard as iron.
Moonlight pierced through the low-hanging clouds, illuminating the massive city wall, which was constructed from a mixture of huge granite blocks and fine steel, reflecting a faint, hazy metallic sheen on its surface.
This fortress, located at a strategic point in the northwestern part of the Sel Wilderness, was originally just a small outpost occupied by the Principality of Raymond when the Ironclad Tribe withdrew.
However, after decades of continuous expansion and reinforcement.
It became the hardest nail driven into this wild land by the Principality of Raymond.
The city wall surrounding the encampment is thirty meters high, and its surface is covered with sharp metal barbs and energy conduction patterns.
Every hundred meters, a bastion protrudes, equipped with a magic crystal cannon of astonishing caliber. The dark blue energy core slowly rotates deep within the cannon barrel, like the heart of a sleeping behemoth.
On the city wall stood soldiers clad in standard alchemical armor.
Their armor joints were inlaid with miniature weight-reducing arrays, yet their steps were heavy as iron, making a clanging sound as they patrolled the ground. Only their cold, wary eyes were visible beneath their heavy helmets as they scanned the wilderness surrounding the highlands from above.
On the highest watchtower of the central fortress, a human figure of exceptionally tall and robust stature stood like a sculpture beside the railing.
His face was sharply defined, as if carved by a knife and axe, his beard was meticulously trimmed, and his armor was covered with battle scars of varying depths, marking his achievements.
Of particular note is:
His hand, resting on the hilt of the sword, bore a crown pattern formed by countless tiny vows.
Hamilton – General Ironwall, Supreme Commander of Tempered Heights Outpost.
This stronghold is currently the largest and most heavily fortified core stronghold of the Principality of Raymond in the Wilderness of Sel. As a powerful paladin who has sworn an oath to protect the monarchy and the land with his life, and to be loyal to the king and the law, this Iron Wall General is also the strongest person stationed in the Wilderness of the Principality of Raymond, without exception.
He held onto the cold steel railing with one hand, while the other hand rested steadily on the hilt of his sword at his waist.
As always, and as on countless nights before, he personally stood guard atop the highest point of the city wall, his gaze like that of a keen hawk, fixed on the distant, dark horizon that seemed to devour all light, searching for any sign of danger.
"Reporting, General!"
An adjutant jogged forward with hurried but not flustered steps.
His expression was serious, and his voice was somewhat low due to tension: "The sixth and seventh outposts on the outer perimeter failed to report within the stipulated time and have now been confirmed to be out of contact."
The adjutant took a deep breath and quickened his pace.
"The communication crystal was subjected to extremely strong unknown interference in the last moment before losing contact. The barely transmitted fragments showed distorted and blurry images, and the sound was a sharp and piercing noise... But based on comprehensive analysis, it can be confirmed that a large-scale enemy is rapidly approaching!"
Upon hearing the adjutant's report, Hamilton's eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly, but his chiseled face betrayed no emotion, only a rock-hard coldness.
The adjutant lowered his voice and cautiously speculated, "Based on past experience, it could be a large-scale beast tide, or some wild monster clans that have lost their minds and gone mad have attacked us during their migration."
General Iron Wall's gaze remained fixed on the deep darkness in the distance, and he shook his head slightly.
"Neither the beast tide nor the irrational monster clans have the means to interfere with our communication crystals."
His voice was steady, yet tinged with a hint of gravity: "This time, the enemy that has attacked is a more dangerous and more organized one."
Danger is never lacking in the wilderness; powerful beasts and monsters emerge one after another, and this is not the first time the Quenching Highlands stronghold has been attacked.
but.
This is the first time that a communication crystal has been interfered with so effectively and over such a wide area.
This means one thing: the attackers are not savage creatures acting on instinct, but intelligent adversaries who have made thorough preparations.
This attack was very likely a premeditated act.
Hamilton's thoughts raced like lightning.
Three seconds later, gazing at the deep, dark night that seemed to harbor endless danger, he gave a low but clear order that reached his adjutant's ears: "Pass down the order to activate Level One combat readiness! Immediately!"
The adjutant was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, a clear look of surprise flashing across his face.
He hadn't expected the general's reaction to be so intense.
Level 1 combat readiness alert? This is the highest level of mobilization, meaning the stronghold will enter a state of full-scale war, and all resources and personnel must be prioritized for defensive operations.
Although filled with doubts, the absolute obedience and trust that had been formed over a long period of time made the adjutant stand up and salute without any hesitation: "Yes, General!"
He immediately turned around and strode towards the command room.
Immediately afterwards, orders representing the highest level of alert were rapidly transmitted downwards from the top of the hill.
All the soldiers who were resting during their shifts were urgently assembled, put on their heavy armor again, grabbed their weapons and rushed to their respective battle positions. The sounds of clashing metal, hurried footsteps, and officers' short shouts filled the air.
All the alchemical golems that were in standby mode were activated, their engines emitting a deep roar. They headed toward the pre-set defense nodes, their heavy footsteps causing the ground to tremble slightly.
All the magic crystal turrets on the bastions began to charge, and the eerie blue energy gathered at the muzzle, emitting a chilling fluctuation, like the eyes of a giant beast staring intently at the unknown darkness in the distance.
The number of soldiers guarding the city walls visibly doubled.
The soldiers gripped their enchanted crossbows or various weapons tightly, their bodies tense, their breathing heavy, and their eyes beneath their helmets filled with tension and determination.
The entire high ground outpost was like a steel behemoth that had been completely awakened, its muscles tensed, ready for battle.
Meanwhile, one piece of news after another, worse than the last, followed.
"Report! The fifth sentry post has been confirmed to be out of contact!"
"Report! The fourth sentry post has been confirmed to be out of contact!"
…………
The air inside the stronghold seemed to freeze, and each message brought by the messenger intensified the oppressive silence.
The messenger's voice even began to tremble slightly, unable to be suppressed.
Although no one has yet seen the exact appearance of the attacking enemy, the recurring news of the fall of the outer outposts creates an invisible psychological pressure.
It was as if an unseen, terrifying beast was lurking in the thick, impenetrable darkness, silently moving forward, gradually revealing its ferocious claws and fangs, step by step approaching the Quenching Highlands, ready to devour its prey.
"General, should we send a rapid reaction force to attempt an attack and support the outer outposts that may still be resisting?"
"Or at least... scout out the enemy's situation?"
The adjutant tried to keep his voice calm as he looked at the tall figure that still stood like an iron tower on the edge of the city wall.
General Hamilton didn't even turn around; he simply shook his head slightly.
"No."
He simply uttered a single word.
The enemy came with great force and was well prepared.
The best strategy at this moment is to consolidate all forces, firmly defend the core strongholds, and absolutely not disperse precious troops, giving the enemy the opportunity to defeat them one by one.
For now, the only option is to abandon those isolated and helpless outer outposts.
"Report! Third outpost...contact confirmed lost!"
New bad news soon followed.
Today, the remaining first and second outposts are right next to the main stronghold of Quenching Heights, and can almost be said to be an extension of the main city wall.
This means that the unknown enemy is almost within reach.
After a suffocating silence.
Hamilton's eyes suddenly shone with a pure and majestic light of a sacred oath, and his gaze became incredibly profound and sharp.
Holy Oath Spell - Beyond Vision.
From above, the paladin's piercing gaze pierced through the heavy curtain of night, like two searchlights, suddenly casting its light upon the dark wilderness surrounding the highlands.
In an instant, his imposing body trembled violently, and his pupils contracted sharply.
He saw countless suits of armor gleaming with metallic luster! Countless raised, grotesque, alien weapons! Countless terrifying monsters exuding a bloodthirsty aura! Among them were even alchemical golems!
They were not scattered soldiers; on the contrary, they were arranged in an imposing formation.
They converged into a boundless wave! This wave rolled and crushed the bushes along the way, pushed over the huge rocks blocking the way, trampled the hard soil into mud, and aimed directly at the Quenching Heights, directly at the fortress at his feet, sweeping in.
However, what shocked him the most was...
In the sky, shrouded in the thick darkness of night, he caught a fleeting glimpse of several enormous silhouettes, leisurely circling overhead!
Those were the silhouettes of dragons, and more than one!
The light in Hamilton's eyes gradually dimmed, and he returned to normal.
He took several deep, continuous breaths to calm his heart, which was pounding with shock.
Without hesitation, he took out a talisman from the lining of his close-fitting armor.
This is an advanced communication tool that can ignore most interference and directly transmit information to higher levels.
"The dragon horde, leading its remnant army, is about to arrive at the Tempering Heights stronghold. The attack is unprecedented in scale. We request reinforcements!"
Hamilton spoke very quickly but clearly.
However, the communication amulet in his hand only flickered faintly and then stopped responding, failing to transmit the message as usual.
He was startled and tried to activate the talisman again, even changing several emergency communication codes, only to find that all means of communication seemed to be completely blocked and prohibited by an invisible force.
And it's not just his high-grade amulets.
He tried other communication devices and even other people's devices, only to be horrified to discover that all the communication devices in the entire base were now malfunctioning.
"What...what's going on?!"
General Iron Wall, who was known for his composure as a mountain and his unwavering resolve, couldn't help but show a look of surprise and even a hint of fear on his face for the first time.
He was prepared to fight to the death against a massive monster attack, even if the enemy was a dragon.
But all communications are completely blocked?
He couldn't imagine how the other party had managed to do it.
Just as General Hamilton, the Iron Wall, was briefly filled with doubt due to the loss of communication.
In a heavily guarded palace filled with sophisticated magical instruments in the distant Lorthorn royal court.
Princess Elena, the Crystal Princess, stood quietly before the planetarium.
Her gaze pierced through the barriers of space, taking in the Tempering Highlands, located in the eye of the storm, from an almost divine perspective.
As the planetarium silently rotated.
Above the horizon, a magical satellite belonging to the Kingdom of Lorthen shimmers with barely perceptible magical light, isolating and blocking all communication between the Tempering Highlands and the outside world.
Compared to before, Elena has a few more wrinkles on her face, but the flaws don't detract from her overall beauty.
Because of her good maintenance and her status as a highly skilled professional, her face remained exquisite, with a faint smile on it.
She was not content to merely be a distant bystander watching the dragons destroy targets belonging to rival kingdoms for her sake, so she took matters into her own hands and participated in the attack, offering her support to the dragons.
(End of this chapter)
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