"With the magic contract just signed, the snake-men of the Poison Tail Tribe won't take advantage of the situation."
"The Molten Iron Tribe has been constantly attacking our riverbank strongholds, affecting trade and causing us huge losses."
"We must strike first. This is no longer just any ordinary tribe; we must hit them hard."
Listening to the Elders below, Grand Artificer Scott nodded slowly.
The leader of the Golden Tooth Tribe had a glint in his eyes as he said, "The monopoly plan concerns our future. The Molten Iron Tribe is working against us; we cannot let them be any longer."
After deciding to strike at the Molten Iron Tribe, the Grand Artificer and the Elders began discussing the battle plan.
They carefully analyzed each other's strengths and weaknesses, concluding that to deal with the Molten Iron Tribe, it would be best to assemble a large-scale legion and push straight through, giving the Molten Iron Tribe no chance to react. They would crush them head-on using Alchemy Golems and war machines.
Shortly after, the Goblin leadership reached a consensus.
The Molten Iron Tribe's foundation was weaker than the Four Great Tribes of The Borderlands, but they could not be underestimated. To boost morale, the Grand Artificer used communication devices to convey mobilization orders to the leaders of each stronghold, while simultaneously preparing a declaration of war.
"Warriors of the Goblin race!"
"Those smug vermin in the southwest! Those scaled bandits! They burned our harbors, plundered our wealth, and provoked the dignity of our Golden Tooth Tribe!"
"We will crush their pride with a torrent of steel!"
"Make those winged lizards taste the power of our Alchemical Heavy Cannons!"
"Tear their scales off one by one and make them into new battle armor!"
After a pause, the Grand Artificer's voice echoed through communication devices and Alchemical Items across almost all strongholds simultaneously: "For the glory of the Golden Tooth Tribe! Revitalize the brilliance of the Goblin race! Crush all obstacles with steel!"
Roar!
Almost at the same time, unusual roars rang out.
The Grand Artificer's gaze sharpened, noticing the roars were coming from one of the communication devices.
"Russell, what's going on?" The Grand Artificer asked the leader currently connected to this communication device.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack, it's a White Dragon, and many other monsters!" came the urgent response from the other side.
The Grand Artificer's heart skipped a beat.
"The Molten Iron Tribe dares to be so presumptuous? Attacking the riverbank strongholds isn't enough for them?" He thought, "This time, I must eradicate the Molten Iron Tribe."
These barbaric monsters only knew how to push their luck step by step; their existence could no longer be tolerated.
With this mobilization of forces, they would surely wipe out the Molten Iron Tribe in one fell swoop!
The Grand Artificer's face was calm as he said, "Reinforcements will be there immedi—"
Before he could finish his sentence, more anxious and tense voices erupted from the communication devices, interrupting him.
"Ogres! Ogres are ramming our defensive lines!"
"So many Giant Wolf Knights! They hid their tracks and bypassed our hidden sentries!"
"Iron Dragon, I see an Iron Dragon approaching, and a group of drakes!"
Bad news came from everywhere. More than one stronghold of the Golden Tooth Tribe was under attack.
"There seems to be a comet falling toward us in the sky? No! It's not a com—"
Boom—!
With a deafening roar like a meteorite slamming into the earth, the voice on the other end of that communication device cut off abruptly.
The Grand Artificer's expression didn't change, but it seemed to shift from calm to rigid.
The Goblins wanted to'strike first'.
But while they were deliberating in the council chamber, the Molten Iron Tribe's legions, under the cover of warlocks and shamans, had already been approaching the various strongholds of the Golden Tooth Tribe on multiple fronts, slowly, silently, and concealing their tracks.
To avoid alerting the enemy, the troops that first approached the Goblin strongholds did not act immediately, but instead laid low, waiting for orders.
The effect of the first surprise attack would inevitably be the best; they needed to wait for the various units to get into position and launch attacks on the Goblin strongholds simultaneously, catching them off guard.
As the Goblin leadership discussed, more and more units arrived, and the risk of being discovered gradually increased.
The 'Vicious Beast' that was the Molten Iron Tribe did not just lie in wait; it bared its claws at the opportune moment.
Let us return to before the Grand Artificer delivered the declaration of war.
Southeast, Quartz Mine.
The sunlight cast long shadows from the mine's steam towers. A Goblin lookout on the watchtower chewed on tobacco leaves and suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Not far away, some reflections seemed off.
"Hey," he shouted downwards, "The rocks on the west slope seem to be moving! Take a closer look."
The deputy leaned lazily against the ballista and said, "Is it that group of damned bighorn sheep again? They chewed up—"
Before he could finish, the ground gradually began to tremble, dust being shaken up and falling back down.
Looking closely, the Goblin scout's breath hitched, his nerves instantly tightening. In his field of vision, it wasn't rocks or sheep, but enemies charging and approaching at high speed!
The Centaurs of the Crimson Iron Cavalry, Giant Wolf Knights, and Hyena Knights. Their iron hooves were the first to tread upon the ground, crushing soil and stone.
Then came the Ogres and elite Trolls, tall and burly, clad in heavy armor, like small mountains of flesh.
Dense crowds of Gnolls and Kobolds were mixed among them, running and howling.
Even more terrifying was a white dragon shadow sweeping across the clouds in the sky, revealing its fierce and cold figure.
The mine's alarm instantly resounded through the valley.
Multi-barreled steam crossbows extended from behind camouflaged rock walls, their arrows glinting coldly.
Buzz buzz buzz!
black oil burned in the engines of the Mecha Golems, transforming into energy surging through the pipelines. All the golems were ready for battle.
"Fire!"
Amidst the Goblin operator's roar, the ballistae fired special armor-piercing arrows, shooting a dense rain of arrows at the White Dragon in the sky, but before they could hit, they were frozen by a biting ice wind in mid-air and fell to the ground.
Whoosh!
The White Dragon swooped low, her frost Dragon Breath freezing a Flesh Tearer.
The Alchemical Heavy Cannon attacks landed on her, cracking her ice armor and sending powder cascading down, but they didn't knock her down directly. Before more attacks could lock on, the Molten Iron Tribe soldiers surged over like a tide, and the Goblins had to start fighting them.
The White Dragon galloped through the sky, destroying a Mecha Golem with every dive. Gnolls and Kobolds swarmed like locusts, their claws and teeth tearing apart the Goblins who didn't have golems to protect them. The elite Ogres and Centaur Warriors gradually tore the Goblin defensive lines apart.
There were many other strongholds under attack like the Quartz Mine, and the flames of war ignited all over the southeast.
Locations like the Refined Iron Mine and the Spine-Beast Pasture, depending on the distribution of their garrisons, were attacked by different soldiers of the Molten Iron Tribe.
The weaker ones were led by kin leaders like Gluttony Demon Karu, Dragon Vein Werewolf Russell, and the half-breed Centaur Elvie.
The slightly stronger ones were attacked directly by Dragonkin like Iron Dragon Sorog, Red Dragon Samantha, and White Dragon Tereshi.
Moreover, to maximize the results of the first surprise attack, Garros also didn't sit idle in Dragon Valley. He locked onto an important stronghold of the Golden Tooth Tribe.
Southeast, Steel Spike Outpost.
This was a military defense node of the Golden Tooth Tribe, and its guards were tighter than ordinary resource strongholds.
The Goblins had blocked the main ground route with a wall full of spikes, resembling steel nails. More than one Mecha Golem was stationed here. In addition to the basic Flesh Tearers, there were also some more Advanced golems, as well as numerous Alchemical Heavy Cannons, steam crossbows, and other defensive units.
At this moment, the scorching noon sun baked the steel-spike wall until it was hot to the touch.
The Goblin lookout had just pushed his goggles up to his forehead to wipe away sweat when a red comet streaking across the sky suddenly reflected in his pupils. Even though it was daytime, he could clearly see its trailing flames and feel the extraordinary power it carried.
It was falling at an extremely fast speed.
After being stunned for just a second, the Goblin lookout saw its true form clearly.
It's not a comet! It's not a comet!
That wasn't a celestial body at all, but a dragon diving with its wings tucked in!
A piercing screech that tore through the air, like the arrival of the Grim Reaper, sounded with a delay after it appeared.
Then, as it approached at high speed, the roar of breaking the sound barrier sounded incessantly, like thunder from distant mountains being forcibly dragged right in front of them.
Now, there were two pieces of news in front of the Goblins at the Steel Spike Outpost.
The good news is: The incoming enemy is only one, unlike other strongholds that are being attacked by large numbers of enemies.
The bad news is: The one coming is [Sky-Rending Wings], [Death Omen Star], [Lord of the Crimson Wings]—it is the King of the Molten Iron Tribe.
Garros's gaze locked onto the Alchemical Heavy Cannon array. As his dragon wings flapped, dark red Qi surged and boiled, trailing a long streak of light behind him, as if tearing open a burning wound in the blue sky.
He was like a crimson thunderbolt thrown into the mortal world by a Heavenly God, making the noon sun look pale in comparison.
"Enemy attack! Open all battery ports!"
The Goblin commander had already reacted as quickly as possible and issued the order.
But the Red-Iron Dragon came too fast, too suddenly.
The steel wall full of spikes posed no obstacle to him.
From opening to firing, even with Alchemists operating them, their anti-aircraft heavy cannons required a few seconds at the fastest, and if precise locking was calculated, it would take even longer.
Therefore, before those heavy cannons could even turn their barrels and fire, the Red-Iron Dragon was already close at hand.
Carrying unparalleled Dragon Might, with a posture of unstoppable, irresistible destruction, like a meteorite piercing the earth, he fell heavily along a trajectory like a vertical line of fire connecting heaven and earth!
Boom!
Time seemed to freeze for an instant, and then a deafening sound erupted, like a natural disaster.
The shockwave exploded in a ring, and the high-temperature heatwave surged with it. The ground, soil, and stone bulged and spread layer by layer, as if turning into liquid.
The barrels of the Alchemical Heavy Cannons bent like candles in the high heat, and were then tossed into the sky like toys.
All the anti-aircraft heavy cannons in the array were almost completely destroyed in an instant, and the Goblins nearby who tried to operate the heavy cannons to fight back were left with no remains.
Sunlight pierced through the rolling smoke and dust, revealing the imposing figure looming between the circular crater and the dense dust.
Whoosh—!
The strong wind scattered all the dust, and the Red-Iron Dragon flapped his wings and rose, his unimaginably strong physique exposed to the Goblins' vision.
He was powerful and imposing, with iron-cast muscles bulging, which even the thick scales could not hide.
He was imposing, his body covered in Frostburn Scales like an indestructible suit of armor, and his spines like a forest of swords.
He was sharp and menacing, every part of his body like a peerless weapon, flashing with the sharpness representing death.
Surrounded by Mecha Golems, he was composed, his gaze calm. On his cold, hard dragon face covered in scales and dense spines, no nervousness or excitement could be seen, as if he were not on a battlefield, but strolling in a garden.
PS: Please give me power stones.
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