Chapter 213 Flesh and Blood Suffer, Mechanical Ascension
What does Vera need to do?
The fairy dragon emerged from the flower bushes beside it, circled around Garus, and asked eagerly.
"Your task is the most important."
Galos said, "Stay in Dragon Valley and guard our territory with the Violent Bears."
As he spoke, he carefully examined the fairy dragon's appearance. Compared to when they first met, the fairy dragon's colors were still vibrant and rich, and they had become even deeper.
Fairy dragons have a different age range than normal dragons. Vera is now close to fifty years old and is already a vigorous fairy dragon.
As an extremely small, miniature dragon, the Fairy Dragon's normal lifespan is only a little over two hundred years.
In other words, when Garus reaches middle age, the Fairy Dragon will enter its twilight state, and because it is weaker than other dragons, it will be very difficult to prolong its twilight.
If the fairy dragon dies, where will I get my scale powder?
Thinking of this, Garus stretched out his claw and gently poked the fairy dragon's head.
What are you doing?
The fairy dragon was knocked over by a finger. After regaining his balance, he asked angrily.
"It's nothing, I just had an itchy hand."
Garos looked at the fairy dragon for a few seconds, then shook his head and said casually.
He put the matter of the fairy dragon's lifespan aside for the time being, after all, she was in her prime and far from old age.
"Then I forgive you."
"I always feel itchy and can't help but want to play pranks, so please forgive me if I put an itchy flower in your nostril next time."
"It's a promise, no going back on it."
The fairy dragon Vera said with a grin. Without waiting for Galos to give a specific answer, she finished speaking on her own and hurriedly flew away, as if this would grant her a 'get-out-of-jail-free card' against Galos's pranks.
"What do I need to do? Go straight to the battlefield and kill the enemy?"
Deborah, the Crimson Silver Dragon, blinked and asked.
Garos thought for a moment and said, "Like Vera, guard Dragon Valley." He paused, then added, "The difference is that Dragon Valley really needs you to guard it."
Once the battle officially begins...
The Golden Tooth Tribe's counterattack is inevitable.
Unlike the Bloodhoof Clan, the Goldtooth Clan's stronghold is impregnable due to their expertise in alchemy, making base-swapping tactics ineffective.
Dragon Nest, as the central hub of the Ironforge tribe, holds extraordinary significance.
This place cannot be given away without any reason. When Galos goes out to fight, there needs to be guards to prevent any unforeseen events.
The Crimson Silver Dragon is a very good guardian.
She appears on the battlefield where swords clash and lives are at stake. Even with her identity as a metal dragon, she cannot deter the enemy. However, if she is in Dragon Valley and her main responsibility is to defend the place rather than to fight to the death, the situation will be different.
"Yes, I will ensure the safety of this place."
The Crimson Silver Dragon nodded.
Chaotic kindness is still kindness. Although her bottom line and principles are flexible, she is ultimately driven by the nature of a benevolent dragon and is not very interested in the bloody battlefield.
Instead of directly engaging in combat, it's better to take on the responsibility of defense and protection; simply repelling the attacking enemies is enough.
Then, time passed silently.
The Ironforge tribe is making intensive preparations for war.
This multi-pronged approach to warfare, with its multiple fronts, is more mentally taxing for commanders and puts them to the test in terms of overall strategic planning than large-scale frontal battles.
After a day of rest, Iron Dragon Sorog had recovered some of his psionic energy from its overdraft.
He issued specific instructions to the leaders of the families in various strongholds, down to the smallest detail, and informed them of all the necessary considerations, so that they would understand their goals and tasks and know what to do.
One after another, carefully assembled legions are poised to strike.
The attacks on the Golden Tooth tribe's riverside outposts continued as usual, serving as a distraction.
In the blink of an eye, dawn is about to rise for the seventh time.
In the southeastern part of the border area, lies the Black Iron Plain.
The Golden Tooth tribe's headquarters is located here.
The goblins here aren't a bunch of green-skinned clowns who only know how to make explosive potions.
They established an extraordinary industrial sector, with a style and boundaries that were completely out of place.
Spires of rusted iron and black smoke pierce the sky, the sound of gears meshing never ceases day or night, and rows of alchemy workshops stand closely together, depicting the colors of alchemy where barbarity and precision intertwine.
Perhaps it's still a bit immature.
However, there is no doubt that the alchemy industry of the Golden Tooth tribe has already taken shape.
Thirty conveyor belts, driven by black oil-powered wheels, never stop. Each conveyor belt carries alchemical golem parts being assembled, and the most basic golems, such as the [Iron Welder] and [Flesh Ripper], are born here.
The goblin overseers brandished electrified whips, shrilly urging everyone on the assembly line.
Their slaves were also goblins.
Unlike the short, ordinary goblins, they were a group of tall, burly bear goblins wearing electric shock collars, who at first glance looked like giant bears standing upright.
Bear goblins are cousins of goblins; they are dull-witted but savage and ferocious.
In more ancient times, bear goblins were generally the upper-class rulers of goblin tribes due to their great strength. But now, ordinary goblins have used their wisdom to enslave the bear goblins, making them slaves, and have even studied a manual on how to breed bear goblins.
The heart of the tribe is the palace of the chief craftsman.
Unlike ordinary tribes, the most prestigious figures are referred to as chiefs.
The leader of the Golden Tooth tribe was revered as the master craftsman.
His palace is located in the center of the tribe. It is made entirely of metal and machinery, with faint traces of runes visible on it. The architectural style is rugged and grand, revealing a kind of exquisite beauty in its primitiveness.
At this very moment, inside this metal palace, the goblin elders of the Golden Tooth tribe are gathered.
The leader looked much like a normal goblin, but his clothes were quite elaborate. He wore a monocle and his robes were covered with mechanical patterns such as gears and levers. He was sitting on a high-backed chair made of cast metal.
Scott, the master craftsman.
He is the true master of all the alchemy workshops and the highest-ranking alchemist in the Golden Tooth tribe.
Inside the council chamber, eight goblin elders, who were also alchemists, sat on either side. Their bodies bore the marks of alchemical modifications to varying degrees, such as smooth metal arms, a third mechanical hand protruding from the shoulder, and a cold, hard iron face without any expression.
In the most common development path for alchemists.
One such method involves alchemical transformation and assimilation with metals and machinery, completely separating oneself from the flesh and blood, and is widely known as alchemical ascension.
As alchemists level up, those who are naturally physically weak often choose the path of alchemical ascension, undergoing alchemical transformations to gradually break free from the constraints of their physical bodies.
The advantage is that the lifespan, combat ability, and so on of the alchemically modified warlock will be greatly improved.
The downside is that without a physical body that resonates with the soul, the soul will experience problems. The mind will be affected by the alchemical transformation, becoming increasingly mechanical and rigid, and gradually losing inspiration for progress. The higher the degree of transformation, the more severe the problem.
It is said that...
The first interstellar spaceship created by the Elven Empire of Nausir possessed an advanced intelligence that was essentially a high-level alchemist who had lost his own soul.
Let's get back to the main topic.
The Grand Master also possesses alchemical modifications, but his skills are more refined, making them invisible on the surface.
"After a month of negotiations with the Poison Tail tribe, we have reached a temporary peace agreement."
"This is what the goblin elder with one eye modified by a crystal said."
The Poison Tail Tribe, one of the four major tribes in the border region, is composed of snake people. Their tribe has the most warlocks and shamans in the border region, and they are skilled in voodoo curses and other methods. There are also quite a few bloodthirsty and ferocious snake people warriors.
Among the four major tribes.
The Poison Tail tribe and the Golden Tooth tribe have the worst relationship with each other.
Snake people like to hunt goblins and feed on them.
Before the Golden Tooth tribe discovered the black oil field and rose to prominence, they suffered greatly at the hands of the snake people. If you trace their lineage back, almost every goblin in the present day has ancestors who perished in the mouths of the snake people.
Goblins are very vengeful creatures.
However, when faced with wealth and resources, they can suppress their hatred and become farsighted.
In the eyes of the goblins.
The other three tribes were short-sighted and did not understand the importance of trade and the economy.
Several years ago, a goblin elder who was an expert in trade proposed a monopoly plan.
They want to gradually accumulate strength by manipulating trade and monopolizing the exchange of goods between themselves and the Federation, using economic means to suppress other tribes, and develop towards becoming the king of the borderlands, or even establish a goblin kingdom here and become a part of the Federation.
In order to monopolize the banks of the Estonian Grand River at the border and thus monopolize trade.
The Golden Tooth tribe's envoys traveled between various tribes, promising benefits, ceding interests, negotiating carefully, and overcoming obstacles from other tribes.
They are focused on the future and are not stingy with short-term investments.
If the monopoly plan succeeds, other tribes will have to give back everything they ate, with interest.
The envoys sent to the Iron Smelting Tribe were originally intended to pave the way for their monopoly plan.
However, at that time, the Ironforge tribe had been hiding for many years due to the Red Iron Dragon's slumber, and in the eyes of the goblins, they were weak and insignificant. Therefore, instead of offering bribes, they directly resorted to coercion.
The calculation backfired.
The Ironforge tribe was more formidable than they had imagined.
Now they have launched a direct counterattack against their riverside outposts.
But none of these are the most important.
Most importantly.
"The Iron Smelting Tribe understands the importance of the economy and trade, and they are rising rapidly. If our monopoly plan is to succeed, we must eliminate them."
The three-armed goblin elder said in a low voice.
“Besides our Golden Tooth tribe, no other tribe skilled in trade is allowed to appear in the border area.”
“They will take our gold coins! This is unforgivable.”
The goblin elder with the metal arm nodded in agreement.
"We have reached an agreement with the most dangerous Poison Tail tribe and signed a magical contract. Now is the time to concentrate our forces and eradicate the Smelting Iron tribe."
Another goblin elder, his eyes gleaming, said:
“Those dragons, their bodies are made entirely of top-grade alchemical materials. If we could enslave them and use their dragon breath to fuel our furnaces day and night, we could greatly increase production capacity and the rate of high-quality products.”
(End of this chapter)
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