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The last traces of night vanished from the distant horizon. Dawn replaced the darkness, spilling its beautiful light across the earth. Yet for the human Dawn Tribe, this dawn followed a night of utter devastation.
Their Ancestor Spirit Altar, the very symbol of their spirit, had been destroyed.
Immediately after, Blackrock Pass fell.
With the pass breached, the Ironforged Tribe's true legion surged forward, tearing through the defenses like a sharp blade as they advanced north. This time, they were no longer relying on cannon fodder like hyena-men, kobolds, and lizardfolk.
Instead, they unleashed their elites: ogres, centaurs, and wyverns.
They deployed tamed wild monster lords.
And they brought forth the goblins of the formerly independent Gold Tooth Tribe, now sworn to their cause, commanding powerful golems to fight alongside the monstrous hordes. A torrent of flesh and steel advanced inch by inch, trampling the Dawn Tribe's lands.
Though the Ironblood orcs had not yet been directly targeted, they felt the chill of imminent danger—the peril of "lips and teeth" being separated. They continuously dispatched reinforcements to bolster the defense.
The allied forces of humans and orcs possessed far greater overall strength than the Ironforged Unit.
The Ironforged Unit relied primarily on its low-level familiars to wear down the Two Great Tribes' legions through attrition. However, the Ironforged Tribe's greatest strength lay not in its main force, but in several dragons. These dragons, capable of flight, could freely traverse the skies to conduct rapid decapitation strikes against the high-ranking leaders of the Ironblood and Dawn Tribes, destroying their key strongholds.
Whenever the opposing forces were locked in fierce combat, the dragon pack would launch. Dividing into two groups, they would lock onto their targets and strike with lightning speed. In a single day, they could hit multiple strategic points, leaving the Two Great Tribes overwhelmed and desperate, their territories ablaze in every direction.
In a backward place like the Frontierlands, noble flying units were simply too powerful to contend with.
The red-iron dragon, in particular, was the most formidable. Its mobility was so terrifying that it was impossible to defend against.
Even a party of multiple dragons—red, iron, and white—could not match the overwhelming pressure he exerted alone.
Whenever his imposing form tore through the sky, his wings beating with a sound like ten million blades unsheathing or a continuous roll of thunder, every human and orc who heard it trembled in terror, their morale collapsing instantly.
For.
This sound meant death, it meant destruction.
As the flames of war continued to burn, Brunhilde and Ugosh repeatedly tried to strike at the red-iron dragon, seeking a battle of kings.
But.
The red-iron dragon adhered to the principle of kings never meeting, adopting a strategy of striking down at lower-level targets. Despite possessing immense power, it never engaged the two tribal chiefs. Each time, it struck swiftly and decisively, leaving without a trace.
Because it was faster, by the time the tribal chiefs arrived, the area the red-iron dragon had attacked had already been turned to scorched earth, strewn with corpses.
They tried to retaliate, but were always one step behind the red-iron dragon.
Just like now.
With a terrifying shriek and roar, the red-iron dragon descended from the sky like a meteor piercing the earth, destroying the human outpost in the hills. Then, without hesitation, it entered its frenzy state and began the slaughter.
In less than three minutes.
All the guards at the outpost were killed, including a barbarian chieftain of considerable rank. In his Rage Frenzy State, he fought tenaciously, surviving for a full minute under Garos's claws before finally dying.
"This is the kind of battle I truly enjoy—effortless and exhilarating."
The red-iron dragon shook its head, the golden lightning that had been crackling across its body subsiding. It strolled leisurely through the flames and scorched earth before taking to the skies.
Garos had never truly enjoyed fighting enemies of his own level or those stronger than him.
He preferred "cross-tier" battles where he could dominate weaker opponents.
Crushing the weak, sweeping through armies—all with absolutely no risk.
"Coward!"
"Bastard!"
Brunhilde and Ugosh's roars erupted from the ground, soaring into the sky and reaching Garos's ears.
Garos glanced down. The two tribal chiefs were sprinting across the land, dust billowing behind them, their legs a blur of motion. But from the moment they received the message to the time they reached their destination, enough time had passed for Garos to end the battle. They were still a step too late.
He spared them a calm glance.
The red-iron dragon then unconcernedly withdrew its gaze and flew back to Dragon Valley to recover.
Ever cautious, Garos would always halt his surprise decapitation strikes whenever his Cold Exploding Scales were depleted or his stamina dropped below seventy percent, waiting until he had fully recovered before launching another attack.
He was simply too cautious.
With the black oil and high-energy potions obtained through trade, he recovered with astonishing speed as long as he wasn't seriously injured. Each of his sorties dealt a devastating blow to the humans and orcs. Half of the Ironforged Tribe's victories were credited to Garos alone.
Time slipped away amidst the clamor of war.
The Ironforged Legion rampaged through the north, advancing steadily with the dragon pack's support. They squeezed the Dawn Tribe's living space, gradually tipping the scales of victory in their favor.
Meanwhile, inside a hastily erected tent...
Brunhilde, Ugosh, and many high-ranking commanders from both the human and orc forces gathered to discuss their next move.
"We can't go on like this," Brunhilde said in a deep voice. "That red-iron dragon is too cautious. He refuses to engage us head-on, yet he's so fast we can't keep up with his pace. If we continue fighting on his terms, we'll be completely defeated in no time."
Ugosh nodded heavily. "That Red Iron Scum is the core of the Ironforged Tribe. We have to kill him first and leave the dragons leaderless. Only then will we have a chance of winning!"
The Dawn Tribe had suffered the heaviest losses.
But many of the orcs' units had also been destroyed.
Moreover, they knew all too well that the red-iron dragon's goal was the entire Frontierlands. He would never spare the Ironblood Tribe orcs. Forced by this powerful enemy, the alliance between humans and orcs had reached its tightest point.
"Counterattack according to our previous plan."
Brunhilde's expression was grave. "We must kill the red-iron dragon in one fell swoop. In this war, it is either his death or our annihilation!"
She asked the orc chieftain, "How are the preparations?"
Ugosh turned to look at a blind shaman whose eyes were cloudy white and whose body was covered in festering sores.
Before the orc chieftain could speak, the blind shaman seemed to have sensed something.
He hunched his back, coughed a few times, then wiped the turbid blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a hoarse, halting voice, "The red-iron dragon will launch a surprise attack on the Raging Waves River late tomorrow night."
With every word he spoke, his body hunched a little more, and the wrinkles on his face grew at a visible rate.
His already withered life force rapidly weakened, flickering like a candle in the wind.
After uttering the final few words, his body stumbled. He suddenly shuddered violently, muttering a few more unintelligible words before collapsing unconscious. Only the support of the orc beside him kept him from falling to the ground.
This oracle shaman held a position in the orc tribes equivalent to that of Ancestor Shaman Leonie, whom Garos had killed.
He had been destined to live for another decade or so, but because he had prophesied Garos's actions and leaked the information, he suffered an immediate and severe backlash. Now, it was uncertain if he would even survive another year.
"Take the oracle to rest," Ugosh said in a deep voice. "We have paid such a heavy price. No matter what, we must slaughter that Red Iron Scum! I will sacrifice his life and blood to honor our fallen warriors!"
Brunhilde sneered. "The red-iron dragon has been launching attacks with such high intensity and frequency that even its dragonkind physique will inevitably succumb to exhaustion. We will wait for him to wear himself out, then ambush and surround him. He will surely perish at the Raging Waves River!"
Immediately after, under the will of the two Great Tribes' chiefs, a series of orders were swiftly issued from here.
Almost all high-level bosses and elites from the Dawn Tribe and the Ironblood Tribe were withdrawn from their various strongholds overnight. Under the cover of the warlock shamans' spells, they converged toward the Raging Waves River Outpost.
Among them were Brunhilde and Ugosh.
Time flowed by steadily, as it always did. A mere day and a half had passed—too short for the Ironforged Unit to notice anything unusual, even though they felt the allied forces' strength weakening slightly.
In Dragon Valley, the sunset's light spilled across the central lake, rippling into shimmering waves with the gentle breeze.
Garos spread his wings, producing a faint clashing of metal.
He could clearly sense the sharpness of every Cold Exploding Scale's edge, the slight tremor of every muscle fiber as it coiled with power—his peak condition, like a fully drawn bow.
At this moment, the red-iron dragon's spirit and body had both recovered to their absolute peak.
His martial combat level, pushed to the limit by the fierce battles of the past few days, had officially broken through to level 4.
"Next target... The Dawn Tribe keeps retreating. They're almost at their limit."
"We'll cut off their escape route first and wipe them all out in one fell swoop."
Garos carefully reviewed the strategic locations within the Dawn Tribe's territory before finally deciding on the Raging Waves River.
This great river wound through the northern Frontierlands, its waters churning relentlessly year-round. Originating from the Ice Plains further north, the river was bone-chillingly cold, making it extremely difficult to cross by swimming. The Dawn Tribe had established an outpost and built a bridge there, making it a vital retreat route located deep within their rear territory.
"This is the place."
With a powerful flap of his wings, the red-iron dragon soared into the sky and began his approach to the Raging Waves River.
To prevent the enemy from reacting and fortifying their defenses, Garos refrained from flying at full speed as he neared. He flapped his wings silently and steadily, closing in unnoticed, planning to burst into a sudden, fierce attack only when he reached his destination.
Twilight soon gave way to the deepening night.
The twin moons hung high in the sky as darkness thickened.
Northern Frontierlands, Raging Waves River.
The river churned like a furious silver dragon under the moonlight. Its turbid waters, carrying the chill of the Ice Plains, crashed against the banks with mountain-shattering force. The resulting spray shattered into a cold mist in the night wind, enveloping the entire riverbank in a bone-piercing dampness.
Spanning the Raging Waves River was the ironwood giant bridge.
Its massive ironwood beams were joined by secret methods and wrapped in chains etched with water-repelling runes, which clattered and rattled.
Bonfires blazed on both sides. The Dawn Tribe sentinels, never sleeping even in the dead of night, patrolled in rotating shifts.
Garos hovered thousands of meters in the air. After taking a deep breath, dark red flames erupted from the tips of his dragon wings. He tore through the night sky, descending like a falling meteorite, plummeting straight toward the ironwood giant bridge.
Boom—!!
The ironwood giant bridge shattered. Countless droplets of water splashed everywhere as white waves surged toward the sentinels on both sides.
The red-iron dragon's first strike had destroyed the bridge.
He unfurled his wings, his powerful body emerging from the water.
However, the expected scene of panic and scattering did not occur.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
A deafening roar suddenly erupted—the primal war cry of a thousand throats resonating with rage and bloodlust. The entire Raging Waves River instantly reached a boiling point.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Three pillars of ghostly blue light, each over ten feet in diameter, erupted from the cliff on the river's left bank, the dense forest on the right, and the base of the bridge pier, forming a triangular formation.
The pillars were not pure energy but woven from countless ancient runes, as small as gnats and spinning at dizzying speeds. They shot into the sky, then branched out into a web of light that converged on the Red Iron Dragon, forming a colossal magic formation that seared itself into the heavens and the earth before vanishing.
In an instant, the wind element in the air was completely dispelled, and a crushing, super-heavy effect surged from the ground.
Garos felt his body grow heavy, his wings struggling to command the wind element.
It was a dual anti-air formation, designed to suppress both dragon-like spell-like abilities and massive physical bodies.
"Evil dragon, you will perish here tonight!"
Brunhilde's roar rolled across the river like thunder. The Dawn Tribe chief appeared, looking like an ancient war god brought to life from a mural. On his bare, bronze-colored torso, layers of ancestral totems writhed and breathed like living things across his rippling muscles. He held a double-bladed rune axe, as large as a door, angled toward the earth.
Behind him, the Dawn Tribe's elite stood with grim faces, their killing intent filling the night sky like needles of ice.
At the same time, the forest on the opposite bank exploded.
"For Iron Blood Glory!"
Ugosh's roar swept through the air, carrying a bloody wind. Behind him, the translucent giant phantom of the Spirit of the Barbarian Bear materialized, its massive form beating its chest and roaring at the sky. The invisible shockwaves sent circular walls of water erupting from the river's surface.
With the earth-shaking thunder of their footsteps, the Ironblood orcs surged forward like a tidal wave.
Their upper bodies were clad only in simple bone armor, their skin branded with colorful totems. Their eyes, wild as beasts, were locked onto the red-iron dragon.
"An ambush? This wasn't a hastily prepared assault."
Garos furrowed the skin between his eyes. "How did they know I would attack the Raging Waves River?"
His decision to strike the Raging Waves River had been made on a whim. There was no possibility of a traitor.
"Some form of magic, most likely a divination spell."
After a moment's thought, the red-iron dragon's gaze fell upon the warlock shamans who had emerged from the shadows alongside the barbarian warriors.
"This ambush was completely unexpected. I really shouldn't underestimate the methods of other intelligent creatures."
Garos's 'brow' smoothed out, his gaze grave but devoid of fear or panic. "Fortunately, I've always been cautious. I'm at peak condition for every battle, and I even have the gladiator formation plate."
He could use the gladiator formation plate to drag an enemy into a separate space, kill them, and then use its spatial teleportation effect to disengage from the battle.
However, the gladiator formation plate was a precious, single-use item. Garos was unwilling to use it here, saving it for a last resort.
Unlike the roaring, snarling barbarians, the red-iron dragon remained calm, his eyes gleaming with reason and composure. Compared to him, the humanoid creatures seemed more like beasts.
He flapped his wings, testing the strength of the anti-air formation.
As the red-iron dragon slowly ascended, Ugosh roared, "Trap him!"
"Cripple that bastard's wings first!"
Ugosh's fine steel gauntlets clashed with a thunderous boom, sending sparks flying. The Spirit of the Barbarian Bear let out a heaven-shaking roar and leaped forward, closing in on the red-iron dragon. Its giant, spirit-like palm tore through the air, slamming down toward the base of Garos's dragon wings. A swarm of elite orcs followed close behind.
In the rear, the warlock shamans formed hand seals, their fingertips channeling a bone-chilling current.
Ice Spike Torrent!
Thousands of diamond-shaped ice spikes materialized from thin air, each core compressing a piercing blue light. They shrieked through the air, raining down on the dragon's eyes, the wing membranes, the cloaca, and the gaps in its scales—all the most lethal weak points of dragonkind.
Garos's vertical pupils constricted as he focused his spirit.
Spin!
His iron tail became a blur that tore through the air, sweeping across with the force of ten thousand tons. It shattered the ice spikes into a mist of crystalline shards mid-air. Without losing momentum, the tail slammed into the Spirit of the Barbarian Bear's giant palm, crushing it.
Brunhilde entered her Rage Frenzy State, lunging forward as if ignoring the distance between them.
Her great axe trailed a cold gleam as she raised it high, the blade striking Garos's exposed right shoulder blade—a vulnerability created by his own tail sweep.
Clang!
A deep crack formed at the point of impact, and a sudden burst of frigid qi froze Brunhilde in her tracks. She looked up just as the red-iron dragon's massive claw swept toward her.
"Kill!"
Ugosh's roar boomed like thunder.
The Spirit of the Barbarian Bear's colossal palm, which had healed without anyone noticing, struck again. It blocked the dragon's claw with the mountain-shattering force of a landslide, forcing it back.
Brunhilde seized the opening, swinging her great axe upward to slash at the red-iron dragon's arm.
At the same time, the human and orc elites charged forward, the freezing, turbulent waters posing no obstacle to them.
Led by Brunhilde and Ugosh, the horde of barbarians and elite warriors surrounded the red-iron dragon and launched a fierce assault. Shamans and sorcerers provided long-range magical support from the rear.
Great axes, warhammers, flails—weapons of every kind rained down from all directions. They clashed against the red-iron dragon's body with a deafening clang, sending sparks flying and leaving its black-silver scales covered in cracks and dents.
The red-iron dragon retaliated with equal ferocity.
Its dragon claws struck out in a rapid flurry, knocking both Brunhilde and Ugosh back.
Rip!
The tail blade split three orcs, weapons and all, clean in half. With a swift twist of its body, the red-iron dragon's massive wings unleashed a series of spinning slashes, slaughtering every elite warrior within range who failed to retreat.
A berserker leaped into the air, attempting a surprise attack from above.
Squelch!
The red-iron dragon's right wing flicked upward with lethal agility. The spear-like protrusion at its tip impaled the berserker completely, before a sharp flick and slash tore him in two.
Its claws, tail, and wings were all peerless weapons of slaughter.
The relentless onslaught of claw strikes, tail sweeps, wing slashes, and stabs was overwhelming. Even the elites of the Two Great Tribes couldn't withstand it—a glancing blow caused a wound, a direct hit meant death. In an instant, the Raging Waves River ran red with blood and severed limbs.
Strangely, though it was a fire-type hybrid dragon, an intense frost emanated from the red-iron dragon's body.
The surrounding river water froze solid, only to be shattered by the dragon's movements. The barbarians' actions slowed as the frigid air seeped into their bones, leaving them unable to react to the dragon's attacks before they were cut down.
Yet, the heavy price paid by humans and orcs had yielded results.
Their relentless, wave-after-wave assaults had left the red-iron dragon covered in an ever-growing number of wounds.
A fierce light erupted in Brunhilde's eyes as the totems on her body flared like burning fire.
She pivoted from her core, spinning like a top. Her giant axe whipped up a whirlwind that tore through the air, carrying the battle intent inherited from her ancient ancestors as she slashed toward the red-iron dragon's neck.
This strike was exceptionally fierce. Garos did not resist it head-on, instead sidestepping to dodge while withstanding attacks from other minions.
"Now!"
Ugosh's Iron-Clad Heavy Fist seized the opportunity. The power of the Spirit of the Barbarian Bear condensed at the fist's tip, slamming brutally into Garos's relatively soft flank.
Dong!
It was like a heavy hammer striking an anvil!
For the first time, the red-iron dragon's massive body was sent stumbling backward. It was then struck by Brunhilde's whirlwind slash. Sparks erupted as even the underlying scales shattered, and blood began to flow.
"The dragon whelp is bleeding! He's finished!"
The barbarians witnessed this scene and roared wildly, bloodthirsty excitement igniting their eyes.
The elites of the two tribes had already suffered heavy casualties, but the barbarians fought without fear of death, their minds completely consumed by rage.
Boom!
The red-iron dragon's counterattack sent the two barbarian chieftains flying. The other barbarians simultaneously closed in.
However, the moment Brunhilde landed, her heart leaped into her throat.
To maintain control over the battle and prevent friendly fire, Brunhilde and Ugosh had not yet fully succumbed to their Rage Frenzy State, retaining a shred of reason.
"Fall back! Retreat!"
Brunhilde and Ugosh roared in unison.
But the barbarians, already consumed by mindless fury, ignored their chieftains' orders. Their eyes glowed crimson as they charged relentlessly toward the Red Iron Dragon.
"Insects, crumble to dust!"
The Red Iron Dragon suddenly drew a deep breath.
In an instant, superheated steam, as hot as molten gold and iron, erupted from the gaps in its scales. Every weapon fragment embedded in its flesh or clinging to its scales melted away instantly.
A searing, red-hot glow enveloped every single dragon scale.
The terrifying heat surged from the fissures, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.
Thermal Energy Amplification—Destruction Dragon Breath!
Whoosh!
Countless tons of river water evaporated instantly as a torrent of annihilating flames erupted from the Red Iron Dragon's maw. With a sweep of its neck, the dragon unleashed a devastating wave of fire, incinerating human and orc elites alike.
Seeing this, Brunhilde and Ugosh's eyes turned crimson.
In that instant, they fully entered the Rage Frenzy State, trading their reason for terrifying power.
"Ancestral Battle Body!"
Brunhilde let out a piercing shriek, like a dying beast.
The totems on her face and body erupted in flames, as if drenched in boiling oil. Ancestor war spirits, condensed into solid forms, burst from her body before instantly merging with her.
Her physique showed no obvious change, but her aura surged, and multiple distinct temperaments manifested around her.
Ugosh was also roaring. The phantoms of the Three Great Totems—the barbarian bear, the giant wolf, and the goshawk—appeared around him before all attaching to his body. This granted him the mighty strength of the barbarian bear, the agility of the giant wolf, and the ability to soar through the skies like a goshawk.
But they weren't the only ones entering their second phase.
The red-iron dragon flapped its wings, instantly bursting through the thick white steam created by the evaporating river water. Its body was already wreathed in crackling golden lightning.
Moreover, a sound like thunder, drums, and an engine rumbled continuously within its chest. Centered on its heart, a web-like pattern of blood-red veins spread across its dragon scales.
Barbarians are incredibly tenacious.
In the Rage Frenzy State, they fight with reckless abandon, like demons possessed.
Their battles can never be dragged out. Therefore, Garos simultaneously activated his frenzy state and Bloodburst.
Though he hadn't yet evolved the true Bloodburst, the Bloodburst Technique still offered a modest boost to his attributes.
The water's surface split apart under the sheer force of the wind pressure.
The red-iron dragon instantly appeared before Brunhilde and unleashed a crushing claw.
Clang—Rumble!!!!
Brunhilde's weapon was sent flying in an instant.
She roared in fury, her eyes bloodshot, as she braced herself with both arms against the red-iron dragon's massive claw.
Under Garos's terrifying strength, the muscles in her arms spasmed violently. Her arm bones groaned and cracked with a sickening sound, and the ancestral tattoos on her body shattered layer by layer.
Even a barbarian in the Rage Frenzy State couldn't hope to match dragonkind in a head-on confrontation.
The red-iron dragon plowed through Brunhilde and charged out of the Raging Waves River, crushing many sorcerers and shamans who couldn't dodge in time. As its claws tightened, the ancestral tattoos on the ancestor guardian's body began to crumble.
Suddenly, the tattoos flared and surged off her body.
Intangible yet imbued with immense power, they extended onto the red-iron dragon, creating a powerful binding effect that momentarily froze its movements.
At that same moment, Ugosh let out a layered roar and shriek, soaring like a goshawk as he closed in on Garos's back.
"Die!"
The Three Great Totems converged on the orc's right arm. His face twisted into a ferocious snarl as he unleashed his strongest attack, aimed directly at the back of Garos's head.
Garos's body was bound by Brunhilde's ancestral tattoos—a constraint not merely physical, but one that even the Red Iron Dragon's strength struggled to break instantly.
Yet, as Garos sensed the malevolent wind rushing toward the back of his head, he felt no panic.
For when his dragon qi had broken through, he had chosen the Star-Self Martial Dragon as his primary advancement path.
Level 4 dragon qi, activate!
Dragon Qi Arm Manifestation!
Two terrifying dragon arms, invisible to the naked eye but clearly observable to anyone with energy vision, materialized from behind Garos's shoulder blades, their forms solidifying into substance.
Their claws were sharp and vicious.
Each black-red dragon scale, etched with razor-sharp textures, was as hard as steel.
Forged from the very dragon qi that represented Garos's own life and magic energy, these arms were as thick and powerful as his own.
Free from the constraints of flesh and bone, they were even more agile, moving instantly with his thoughts and unhindered by his physical condition.
Swoosh!
As Ugosh's attack closed in, he was caught completely off guard. The black-red dragon arms slammed into him, sending him hurtling into the sky like a ball.
The two massive arms then pivoted, locking onto the struggling Brunhilde.
Boom! Boom!
The air tore apart as the ferocious, violent assault slammed into Brunhilde, instantly shredding and piercing through the layers of tattoos on her body. The binding tattoos on the red-iron dragon were also torn to pieces.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The red-iron dragon's massive form enveloped Brunhilde.
Four dragon arms rained down a barrage of blows, their afterimages filling the air like a storm. As the ground beneath them continuously collapsed and cratered, the layers of ancestral protection Aura on the barbarian were rapidly shattered. Once his ancestral protection was gone, even the barbarian's powerful physical body could not withstand the Four-armed Red Iron Dragon's relentless assault. He was instantly beaten to a bloody pulp.
Hah—!
The red-iron dragon exhaled a hot breath and flapped its wings, soaring out of the crater.
Though covered in scars from blades and axes, its imposing figure stood tall in mid-air, its four thick, ferocious arms slightly spread.
So powerful.
Who could possibly defeat him?! Who could possibly kill him?!
This terrifyingly dominant display of power so utterly crushed the spirits of the sorcerers and shamans—those with energy vision who could see the Dragon Qi Arms—that they couldn't even construct a single spell. Cold sweat streamed down their faces, their minds went blank, and they could only watch helplessly as the Dawn Tribe's chief was beaten to death by the red-iron dragon.
(End of the Chapter)
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