"What does Vera need to do?"
The Faerie Dragon emerged from the flower bushes nearby, flying in circles around Garros and asking eagerly.
"Your task is the most important."
Garros said: "Stay behind in Dragon Valley and guard our territory with the dire bears."
As he spoke, he carefully observed the Faerie Dragon. Compared to when they first met, her colors were still vibrant and rich, and had even deepened.
The age groups of Faerie Dragons are different from normal dragons; Vera is now nearly fifty years old, already a prime-aged Faerie Dragon.
As a super-small, miniature dragon species, the normal lifespan of a Faerie Dragon is only a little over two hundred years.
That is to say, when Garros enters his prime, the Faerie Dragon will enter the twilight state, and because they are weaker than other dragons, it is very difficult to extend this twilight.
If the Faerie Dragon dies, where will I go to eat Scale Powder?
Thinking of this, Garros reached out his claw and gently poked the Faerie Dragon's head.
"What are you doing?"
The Faerie Dragon was poked over by the finger, and after steadying her body, she asked indignantly.
"Nothing, my hands were just itching."
Garros looked at the Faerie Dragon for a few seconds, shook his head, and said casually.
He temporarily cast the matter of the Faerie Dragon's lifespan to the back of his mind; after all, she is currently in her prime, and it is still a long way until twilight.
"Then I forgive you."
"I also always feel an itch in my heart and can't help but want to play pranks, so next time if I stuff an Itch Flower into your nostrils, you have to forgive me too."
"It's a deal, no backing out."
Faerie Dragon Vera said with a giggle. Without waiting for a specific response from Garros, she hurriedly flew away after unilaterally finishing her sentence, as if this would grant her a 'get out of jail free card' for pranking Garros.
"What do I need to do? Go directly to the battlefield to kill the enemy?"
Red-Silver Dragon Deborah blinked and asked.
Garros thought for a moment and said: "The same as Vera, guard Dragon Valley."
After a pause, he added: "The difference is that Dragon Valley really depends on you for its defense."
Once the battle officially begins.
The counterattack from the Golden Tooth Tribe will inevitably come.
Unlike the Bloodhoof Clan from before, the Golden Tooth Tribe excels in Alchemy industry, and their base is as solid as a rock; base-swapping tactics will not work well.
As the core hub of the Molten Iron Tribe, Dragon Valley holds extraordinary significance.
It cannot be given up meaninglessly. When Garros goes out to fight, there needs to be a guard present to prevent any unforeseen events.
The Red-Silver Dragon is a very good guard.
If she appears on a battlefield where swords are drawn and it is a life-or-death struggle, even with her identity as a Metallic Dragon, she would not be able to make the enemy hesitate. But if she is in Dragon Valley, primarily responsible for guarding it rather than fighting to the death, the situation is different.
"Very well, I will ensure the safety of this place."
The Red-Silver Dragon nodded.
Chaotic Good is still Good. Although her bottom-line principles are flexible, she ultimately carries the nature of a good dragon and is not very interested in blood-soaked battlefields.
Directly participating in combat is not as good as taking on the duty of defense and guarding; it is enough to just repel the attacking enemies.
Following that, time passed silently.
The Molten Iron Tribe was preparing for war in full swing.
A multi-line combat method like blooming on multiple fronts consumes more of a commander's mental energy than large-scale frontal combat, and tests the commander's ability to coordinate the overall situation more.
After a day of rest, Iron Dragon Sorog's psionic overdraft recovered slightly.
He issued specific instructions to the leaders of the dependents at each major stronghold, covering everything from the big to the small, and notified them of all the details that needed to be considered, so they would be clear about their goals and tasks, and know what they should do.
Legions that had been carefully assembled were ready to go.
The attacks on the Golden Tooth Tribe's riverbank strongholds continued as usual, used for deception.
In the blink of an eye, dawn was about to rise for the seventh time.
The southeast of The Borderlands, the Black Iron Plain.
The base of the Golden Tooth Tribe is located here.
The Goblins here are not a group of green-skinned clowns who only know how to tinker with explosive potions.
They have established an extraordinary industrial Domain, a style that is out of place in The Borderlands.
Spires made of rusted iron and black smoke pierced the sky, the sound of gears meshing never ceased day or night, and Alchemy Workshops were arranged closely together, depicting the colors of Alchemy interwoven with brutality and precision.
Perhaps still a bit immature.
But there is no doubt that the Alchemy industry of the Golden Tooth Tribe has already begun to take shape.
Thirty conveyor belts, driven by black oil power wheels, never stopped. Each conveyor belt carried Alchemy Golem parts being assembled; the most basic [Welded Iron Thralls] [Flesh Tearers] and other golems were born here.
Goblin overseers brandished electrified thorn whips, urging shrilly beside the assembly lines.
Their slaves were also Goblins.
But unlike the short, ordinary Goblins, they were a group of tall and burly [Bugbears] wearing shock collars, looking at first glance like giant bears standing on their hind legs.
Bugbears are cousins of Goblins; they are dull-witted but savage and ferocious.
In more ancient times, because of their great strength, Bugbears were generally the upper-class rulers of Goblin Tribes. But now, ordinary Goblins have enslaved the Bugbears through their wisdom, using them as slaves, and have even specifically researched a Bugbear breeding manual.
The core of the tribe is the palace of the Grand Artificer.
Unlike ordinary tribes that address the most noble existence as Chief.
The leader of the Golden Tooth Tribe is revered as the Grand Artificer.
His palace is located in the center of the tribe, built entirely of metal and machinery. Traces of some runes are vaguely visible on it, and the architectural style is rugged and grand, revealing a kind of precise beauty amidst the primitive.
At this very moment, inside this metal palace, the Goblin Elders of the Golden Tooth Tribe are gathered here.
The leader's appearance is not much different from a normal Goblin, but his attire is quite exquisite. He wears a monocle on his face, and his robes are engraved with mechanical patterns such as gears and levers, sitting on a high-backed chair cast from metal.
Grand Artificer — Scott.
He is the true owner of all Alchemy Workshops and the highest-ranked Alchemist in the Golden Tooth Tribe.
Inside the council chamber, eight Goblin Elders who are also Alchemists sat around the sides. Their bodies had more or less traces of Alchemy modification, such as smooth metal arms, a third mechanical hand protruding from the shoulder, a cold, expressionless iron mask, etc.
Among the most common development paths for Alchemists.
Assimilating with metal and machinery through Alchemy modification, completely detaching from the flesh and blood body, is one of them, widely known as Alchemy Ascension.
As Alchemists increase in Rank, if they are creatures with naturally weak bodies, they often choose the path of Alchemy Ascension, performing Alchemy modifications on themselves to gradually break free from the shackles of the flesh and blood body.
The advantage is that the Alchemist after Alchemy modification will have their lifespan, combat ability, etc., greatly improved.
The disadvantage is that after losing the physical body that fits the Soul, the Soul will have problems, thinking will be affected by the Alchemy modification, becoming increasingly mechanically rigid, slowly losing the inspiration for progress; the higher the degree of modification, the more serious this problem becomes.
It is said.
The first interstellar spaceship created by Nausir of the Elven Empire, the Advanced intelligence it carried, was essentially a high-level Alchemist who had lost their own Soul.
Back to the main topic.
The Grand Artificer also has Alchemy modifications, but his techniques are more skillful and cannot be seen from the appearance.
"After a month of negotiations with the Poison Tail Tribe, we have temporarily reached a peace agreement."
A Goblin Elder whose eye had undergone crystal modification said.
The Poison Tail Tribe, one of the Four Great Tribes of The Borderlands, is composed of Snake Men. Their tribe has the most extraordinary units such as Sorcerers and Shamans in The Borderlands, and they are good at means like Voodoo curses, and there are also many bloodthirsty and ferocious Snake Man warriors.
Among the Four Great Tribes.
The relationship between the Poison Tail Tribe and the Golden Tooth Tribe is the worst.
Snake Men like to hunt Goblins, using Goblins as food.
Before the Golden Tooth Tribe discovered the Black Oil Field and rose to power, they suffered greatly from the Snake Men. If one traces it back, almost all contemporary Goblins have had ancestors who were buried in the mouths of Snake Men.
Goblins are a very vindictive species.
But in the face of wealth and resources, they can suppress their hatred and become farsighted.
In the eyes of Goblins.
The other three tribes are all short-sighted and do not understand the importance of trade and economy.
Several years ago, a Goblin Elder proficient in trade proposed the monopoly plan.
They wanted to control trade, monopolize the flow of Materials between them and the Federation, gradually accumulate and develop, use economic means to suppress other tribes, develop towards the direction of the King of the Borderlands, and even establish a country belonging to the Goblins here, becoming a part of the Federation.
In order to monopolize the riverbanks of the Estonia Great River in The Borderlands and monopolize trade.
Envoys of the Golden Tooth Tribe traveled back and forth between the major tribes, promising benefits, ceding interests, negotiating carefully, and smoothing out obstacles from other tribes.
They look to the future and are not stingy with short-term investments.
As long as the monopoly plan succeeds, what other tribes have eaten will be spat out with interest in the future.
Including the envoy sent to the Molten Iron Tribe back then, the original intention was also to pave the way for their monopoly plan.
However, at that time, because the Red-Iron Dragon was dormant, the Molten Iron Tribe had been shrinking for many years, which in the eyes of the Goblins was a weak and unworthy performance, so they did not use inducements but directly used coercion.
The result was a miscalculation.
The toughness of the Molten Iron Tribe exceeded their imagination.
Now they have even launched a counterattack directly against their riverbank strongholds.
But these are not the most important things.
The most important thing is.
"The Molten Iron Tribe knows the importance of economy and trade, and their rise is very fast. If our monopoly plan is to succeed, we must eliminate them."
The three-handed Goblin Elder said in a low voice.
"Apart from our Golden Tooth Tribe, The Borderlands must not allow a second tribe that is good at trade to appear."
"They will take away our gold coins! This is unforgivable."
The metal-armed Goblin Elder nodded in agreement.
"We have reached an agreement with the most dangerous Poison Tail Tribe and signed a magic contract. Now is the time to concentrate our strength and eliminate the Molten Iron Tribe."
Another Goblin Elder's eyes flickered, and he said:
"Those dragons, their body parts are all top-tier Alchemy Materials. If they can be enslaved, using Dragon Breath to provide fire for our furnaces day and night, it could also greatly increase production capacity and the rate of high-quality products."
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