Time is neither urgent nor slow, flowing by silently.
The night fog enveloped Borderlands like thick ink, and the valley ahead was shadowy and looming.
Bloodhoof Clan's elite troops moved forward in silence. Armored Rhino Knight's mounts stepped on the damp moss. The silencer cloth woven from spider silk made the beast weighing several tons as silent as a ghost. The Shamans on the backs of the mammoths held Silence Totem tightly, and the sound of their movements was swallowed up by magic.
"Ahead is the target valley."
White-Mane Shaman frowned and lowered his voice. "Something is wrong. The distance is very close now, but there is no trace of warning."
Dragon Valley is only a few miles away from their troops.
At this distance.
White-Mane Shaman is ready to be discovered, and the spell is ready to go.
But as time passed and the troops advanced step by step, the valley ahead seemed like a sleeping giant crawling on the ground without any reaction.
There were no patrolling Wyvern and Giant Eagle in the sky, and no hidden whistles were found either.
There is no howl of Gnoll patrol, no light of Kobold arrow tower.
Bloodhoof Forces's approach was incredibly smooth.
"Dragonkin is so stupid and arrogant that he is completely defenseless?"
One of the leaders scratched his horns and said doubtfully.
"No, if that's the case, it's not stupid enough."
White-Mane Shaman shook his tail anxiously and said, "I'm a little uneasy, something bad is about to happen."
Bloodhoof Chieftain, who was riding on a Mammoth Elephant, stared at Dragon Valley with no expression on his face.
He did not speak, but made a gesture to a Minotaur leader.
Bloodhoof Clan's large army stopped, and five powerful scouts, led by the lean leader Minotaur, rushed like arrows from the bowstring towards the narrow valley mouth, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
They were a little cautious at first.
Especially when I saw the sentry tower standing on the cliff of the valley, I felt extremely nervous, fearing that the arrow rain would come in the next second.
But what makes them even more nervous is...
--There's no one on those watchtowers.
They rushed into Dragon Valley without any hindrance.
The scouts quickly returned to their troops.
Their expressions were tense and their breathing was rapid, and they reported to Bal, "The tents in Chief Chief Valley are all empty, and the campfires are all cold. There are no enemy soldiers in sight, only some old, weak, sick and disabled people who have no combat skills."
At this time, Bal was standing on the ground, patting Mammoth Elephant's nose.
When he heard the scout's report, he took action.
Fell into a trap!
Cunning Evil Dragon!
Bal looked gloomy, raised his legs and stepped on the ground. In the splashing gravel, he turned over and jumped onto the back of the tall mammoth.
We haven't waited for Bal to issue subsequent orders.
The person at the end of the team, Minotaur Warlock, suddenly changed his expression and took out the cracking crystal ball from his arms. Through the rapidly dimming light, the figure of the giant dragon soaring over the base camp could be vaguely seen.
This is like a signal.
More warlocks and Shaman's expressions changed slightly.
White-Mane Shaman took out a totem that was as small as a model. The runes on it were flashing and shining, and the hoarse shouts and roars of the tribesmen could be heard from it.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"The dragon is coming!"
"Be careful with Ogre and the centaurs!"
"Call for support!"
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Now that things have happened, Minotaur, no matter how dull he is, understands the situation.
The Adolescent Dragons did not wait for the arrival of the Bloodhoof Clan in the valley, and had no idea of a decisive battle with them. The actions of the red dragon and White Dragon were just a cover. Bloodhoof Clan thought they had lured away Dragon Valley's power, but in fact they were the ones who were lured away.
I want to capture Dragon Valley in one go and hunt the dragon Bloodhoof Clan.
Now they are paying the price for their cleverness and their prejudice against Dragonkin.
"Return to the tribe."
Bal gave the order without hesitation, his voice did not fluctuate, but was terrifyingly deep.
Minotaur are united by blood and totem belief.
They value their clans, tribes and their own families, and they cannot abandon their territory or their people.
When the defense force was at its weakest, the tribal territory was attacked and was in danger, and all Minotaur were anxious.
The Bloodhoof Forces that came in great force turned back in great force, faster than when they came.
However, unlike the excitement when they arrived, the hearts of all Minotaurs became tense at this time. The warlocks and Shamans did not care about hiding their troops, and blindly increased the speed, causing a huge commotion.
Let the time come to a few minutes ago.
Bloodhoof Clan base camp.
Garos was hovering in the sky, and the awe-inspiring wind blew up Arcane Heavenly Eye to pieces.
Before the Minotaurs started marching and before Red Dragon and White Dragon occupied two strongholds, he had already taken action one step ahead after realizing the Minotaurs' plan. They lurked around and headed towards the Bloodhoof Clan's base camp. Samantha and Tressie, who stayed at the base to confuse Minotaur, had also received the summons and were on their way.
"Arrogance, arrogance, stupidity."
"Feel free to impose these prejudices on me."
At first, Garos felt annoyed by these prejudices and discriminations, but as he grew up, he gradually realized that this was a natural camouflage color that could make enemies look down upon, which was actually a good thing for him.
There was no direct attack on the brightly lit and large-scale Minotaur territory below.
Red Iron Dragon just lowered his eyes and stared quietly, letting his family members play their due role, while he conserved his physical strength and waited for the more intense battle to follow.
At the same time.
A wisp of night wind blew through Totem Pillar.
The Minotaur sentry on the watchtower only had time to sound a half-alarm.
Explosive Magic Arrow from Half-Blood Centaur had penetrated his throat bone, blasting the sentry's body and most of the watchtower into pieces.
Ang!
The adult Gold Dragon, nearly twenty meters long, majestic and mighty, with every scale shining brightly, appeared in mid-air and let out a high-pitched dragon roar.
Gold Dragon?!
Thinking of the power of Gold Dragon recorded in the classics, several sentries suffered cardiac arrest and were frightened to death. Many Minotaur almost forgot to breathe, their hearts were horrified and their brains were blank.
Fortunately, the terrifying Gold Dragon dissipated like a mirror, and seemed not to be an entity.
Almost at the same time.
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Thirty ghostly black shadows followed the shadow of the city wall and ran up the crenellations.
Gnoll Hodge stood at the back, with scarlet Warlord Aura under his feet. The Gnoll Hunters in front of him were swollen as if they were filled with asphalt and oil, their claws and claws were protruding at the same time, and hoarse roars were squeezed out of their throats.
"Rip their throats out!"
"For the Molten Iron Clan!"
Chaos descends.
Bloodhoof Clan fell into a commotion in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The scales on Dragon-veined Glutton Demon Kalu all lit up red, like burning flames.
This majestic monster, only slightly shorter than the city wall, ran wildly, shaking off the wall with every step, and even the short spears and arrows shot at it could not stop its footsteps.
Immediately afterwards.
He crashed into the city wall like a siege engine.
Collapse!
The stone wall collapsed Shatter, but what awaited Kalu were twelve poison-quenching spears.
But the moment the poison tip hit his body, sparks flew up!
"Meat"
Kalu opened his big mouth drooling with saliva, and his giant palms like cattail fans grabbed the two Minotaur's heads and collided with each other. The red and white liquid splashed on his face. He didn't mind the filth, but stuck out his tongue and licked it intoxicatingly. The look was chilling.
Minotaur Warlock on the west side waves the staff.
The earth and rocks are rising, trying to make waves under the control of the warlock.
--but was interrupted by a dense rain of arrows.
Silver Mane raised his upper body, and the muscles on his arms were tightened like steel wires. He bent the bow and fired an arrow. The arrow accurately penetrated the warlock's eye socket and came out through the bone.
The cavalry he led passed over the city, with arrows like rain, and targeted the warlocks and Shaman.
Among the cavalry that followed White Dragon, there were no men this time.
The ground cracked.
Bloodhoof Clan's Totem Pillar rose on the battlefield, standing majestically. The runes on the pillars lit up one after another, shooting out intertwined Lightning Chain, whistling Ice Arrow and bursting Flame Orb.
Elemental magic surges freely on the battlefield.
Sometimes Raging Tide turns into destruction and pounces on the enemy, sometimes it turns into healing rain and falls on Minotaur warriors.
Whoosh--whoosh--!
Elvie hovers in mid-air, its wings stretched like arrows like meteors.
Magic Warrior, who is of mixed blood with Elf, is very good at shooting.
Her arm turned into an afterimage, and bursting arrows filled with Magic Power pierced the sky, bombarding Totem Pillar like precision-guided missiles.
The magic shield trembled violently under the continuous bombardment, and the frequency of counterattacks visibly weakened.
Not far away, Dragon-veined Glutton Demon Kalu ripped a Minotaur leader in half with a ferocious smile.
He casually pulled out the spear stuck on his shoulder, wiped the wound with his huge blood-stained palm, and bit an arm in his mouth. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This monster as strong as a dragon took heavy steps and charged towards the nearest Totem Pillar.
The heavily armored Ogres arrived at the same time, along with a few equally strong Trolls.
"Hammerskull drinks blood!"
"Broken bones become songs!"
They chanted the group slogan in a rough voice. The voice was rough and uneven, like a roar and a roar, but it had an unstoppable power.
Wearing diamond-doped stainless steel armor, they withstood Totem Pillar's attacks, wielding giant axes, war hammers, and maces, advancing step by step like a moving city wall.
As Molten Iron Clan's most elite Star-Shattering Hammer Warband.
They enjoy the best equipment and food, and also undertake the most arduous frontal attack tasks.
The sky suddenly darkened.
With a loud roar and a roar like a volcanic eruption, the Wyvern group led by the red dragon Samantha crashed into the battlefield like meteorites. Wherever Dragonflame passed, the vegetation was wiped out.
White Dragon was a little slower, but he also arrived with Dire Wolf Knight, Hyena Knight and other fast-moving cavalry, pouring into the battlefield gap like a tide.
As the two dragons wreak havoc in the sky over Bloodhoof Clan, there is no longer any suspense in the offensive and defensive battle.
One by one, Totem Pillar collapsed in the roar, and Minotaur's defense line melted like snow under the scorching sun. Corpses littered the ruins in the scorched earth, and blood gathered into streams.
Molten Iron Clan.
This "ferocious beast" headed by Red Iron Dragon first showed its edge in Borderlands, showing off its deadly minions.