Late at night, everything is silent.
The monsters moved very quickly and had already set up the basic camp.
The watery moonlight shines on the low mountain, coating the gradually forming mine below with a layer of silver frost. Iron Dragon Sorog's dragon claws are pressing against the rock wall, his eyes are slightly closed, and he is carefully feeling the tremors deep in the veins.
suddenly.
The Kora Giant Eagles hovering in the sky screams, which is an alarm that an intruder is approaching.
Groups of people and horses did not cover their whereabouts, walking slowly from the edge of the pine forest with an upright attitude.
Iron Dragon straightened up his body, glanced at the men and horses, then flapped his wings and jumped into the air. The family guards who had just been stationed here picked up their weapons and followed closely.
"Carriage, stop!"
"Ahead is the territory belonging to the Molten Iron Clan."
Iron Dragon was hovering in the sky, looking down at the people and horses, and letting out a menacing roar as low as thunder.
This group of men and horses was large in number, wearing armor and carrying spears. Their quantity and quality exceeded the advance army brought by Iron Dragon. Moreover, the two men at the head were tall and burly, with steady steps, and their bodies were filled with the rich flavor of Life Energy.
It can be concluded without any investigation that both of them are warriors with more than 10 Life Level.
Centaurs and horses are brave, adept at fighting, brave and powerful. Among the many races of humanoid intelligent creatures, they are among the most powerful creatures.
Young Iron Dragon is not sure that he can win the opponent.
At this time, Silver Mane looked up at Iron Dragon with a respectful attitude and said, "Dear Dragonkin, are we lucky enough to know your name?"
The reaction of the centaur and the horse surprised Iron Dragon.
He thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Iron King, Sorog!"
Silver Mane said, "Dear Iron King, Gray Magnetite is the property of our clan, but it has not been mined before."
Iron Dragon narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You mean, I have occupied your property, so you want to evict me?"
The other party's deferential attitude may be a sign of courtesy first and then fighting.
Sorog did not let down his guard.
In fact, when he first discovered the mineral vein, he didn't think too much and thought it was a deserted land.
However, after careful exploration today, he found some fresh hoof prints and exploration traces, which can prove that what the men and horses said is true. They indeed discovered Gray Magnetite first.
But.
There is no first-come, first-served argument here.
Resources belong to the stronger.
Iron Dragon continued to issue a warning, "Humble men, I will give you ten seconds to retreat, otherwise, you will taste the anger of Dragonkin."
However something unexpected happened.
"Dear Iron King, you misunderstood."
Under the gaze of Iron Dragon, Silver Mane knelt deeply with his front hooves on the ground. He didn't mind even though his body was stained with dust, and assumed a posture of surrender. The other horses and horses also knelt on their front hooves, bowed their heads, and showed Iron Dragon the highest etiquette belonging to the human and horse society.
"White Mane Clan is willing to offer the mining rights of Gray Magnetite."
After a pause, Silver Mane said humbly and eagerly, "We, the centaurs, yearn for power and glory, and you, the powerful Dragonkin, the noble Iron King, you are the embodiment of power and glory. We want to be loyal to you and follow you under your wings."
Iron Hoof's movements are slightly stiff.
This rough warrior lowered his head at this moment, and the animal bone necklace in his mane jingled.
"We have brought the best elites in the clan, please review them."
Iron Dragon glanced over the silent warriors, noticing their strong bodies and aura of tenacity tempered by long battles, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.
Molten Iron Clan has just taken root in Borderlands, and it is exactly when it needs strength.
Every centaur is a born warrior and a born cavalry. The loyalty of a Centaur Clan team is a very good thing now.
Because Dragonkin is born with pride.
Iron Dragon believes that he is worth following. It is normal for people to appear here and want to be loyal to him, but he also has a trace of vigilance in his heart.
Centaurs and horses are brave creatures, and there are not many examples of them being sent directly to the door to surrender to Dragonkin without being beaten in battle.
If there are creatures like Gnoll or Kobold who like to hug Dragonkin's lap, Iron Dragon will accept them with peace of mind.
But he did not fully trust the men and horses.
"Provide your loyalty?" Iron Dragon's voice was hoarse and magnetic, with a texture like the friction of gold and stone, and he said unhurriedly, "I heard that centaurs are brave and fearless warriors and will not bow to anyone."
Silver Mane felt a shiver in his heart, feeling the suspicion originating from Iron Dragon.
This surprised him a little.
In his impression, Dragonkin was an extremely arrogant and conceited being. When he first dealt with White Dragon, White Mane Clan also pretended to surrender first, and then took advantage of White Dragon's landing, unexpectedly made a sudden outburst, and knocked him back with serious injuries.
The Iron Dragon in front of him was more cautious than he thought.
Silver Mane maintained a humble posture and said, "Times have changed, Iron King, the chaos in the tundra is gradually spreading to Borderlands, and we..." He paused just right. "We long for a stronger shelter."
What he said was half true and false.
The war between Giant and Barbarians deep in the ice sheet brought chaos, so that many ice sheet creatures migrated outward, which had a serious impact on the indigenous people living in Borderlands. The humans and horses also had a premonition of danger.
However, compared to seeking asylum from Dragonkin.
These two centaurs prefer to use Young Iron Dragon body materials to make weapons and armor to arm the clan.
Iron Hoof raised his head and said in an angry tone, "The young men and horses are eager for battle and glory, but the old stubborn ones in the clan want to migrate and escape. We have different opinions."
"Now, we have brought the most elite warriors. As long as you are willing to accept them, we will fight for you. The only reward we ask for is to gain due merit and glory under your protection."
After hearing what the two centaurs said.
Iron Dragon's eyes flickered, staring at them closely, and the doubts in his heart were gradually dispelled.
"You made the right choice."
He said, "It is your honor to be loyal to the great Iron King and to be loyal to the Molten Iron Clan."
Converging his wings, Iron Dragon landed slowly and stood in the middle, with a small number of monster relatives and centaur warriors behind him looking at each other.
"Pine Resin Mead, this is a specialty of our clan, please enjoy it."
Silver Mane presented the wine bag and opened the cork. A sweet and warm smell of wine filled the air. Iron Hoof also came over and said with a grin, "There is no better wine than this in Borderlands."
Iron Dragon likes sweets and is also interested in drinks, and his eyes can't help but shine.
But now is not the time to enjoy it.
Sorog shook his head and said, "The main business now is to mine the veins, and more family members will arrive soon. Before that, the station here must be as complete as possible."
He directly ordered the troops, "If you want shelter, you must also show your worth."
"There is no need to fight now. You are responsible for transporting stones and wood and building the station together."
Hearing this, Silver Mane and Iron Hoof stared at each other and exchanged a vague look.
There is poisonous juice in Pine Resin Mead, which can weaken the attributes of Dragonkin, but the opponent does not seem to want to drink it now, and according to Iron Dragon, other monsters will come later.
This means that if you want to take it down, you can't delay it any longer.
Although I couldn't trick the other party into drinking the poisoned wine and it wasn't perfect, I was almost ready.
"What are you doing standing around? Go do what you should do."
Iron Dragon urged.
"Sorry, we've just arrived, so we're a bit confused."
Silver Mane whispered.
Before he could finish his words, Iron Hoof suddenly burst out in anger.
His thick front hooves suddenly smashed the ground, and at the same time he pulled out the war spear from under the saddle bag and held it in his hand. The tip of the spear was wrapped around the surging Magic Energy, as fast as lightning, and pierced Iron Dragon's throat.
Silver Mane's actions are even more sinister.
His silver-white mane suddenly exploded, and the paralyzing powder hidden in the mane floated towards Iron Dragon's face in the wind. The epee forged from fine steel spun out from his waist, and the blade struck directly at the connection between Iron Dragon's right wing and torso.