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Iron Dragon knows that although Garos doesn't like to take care of things, Garos is smarter than him.
--Acknowledge your own shortcomings and seek the opinions of those who are stronger.
This is a rare quality for Dragonkin.
"You are always on call."
The sun was gradually setting in the west. After Iron Dragon left a word, he flapped his wings and soared into the sky. Soon after, he returned to Dragon Valley, came to his brothers, and told Red Iron Dragon what happened before.
"That's right."
Red Iron Dragon paused the exercise and nodded slightly as expected.
"It's pretty much what I thought. Golden Fang Tribe can make other business groups refuse to trade with us. It's nothing more than influence through price, not coercion."
Iron Dragon thought for a while and said:
"Deep in my heart, I am unwilling to admit defeat and would rather counterattack Golden Fang Tribe with a trade war, but Golden Fang Tribe's accumulation is deeper than ours."
"I searched through the inheritance, but did not find a suitable trade war method that can be used in this situation."
He looked at Red Iron Dragon: "Garos, is there any good way?"
Under Sorog's expectant gaze, Red Iron Dragon said slowly, "Of course, the trade war with Goblin should be easy to fight."
Sorog said excitedly, "What should we do?"
Garos stretched out his wings, and sparks flew everywhere when the dragon scales collided.
He said in a calm tone, "Fight over and destroy Golden Fang Tribe's stronghold on the river bank so that they can no longer trade. The current problem will be solved. Of course, there will be new problems in the future, but there is no need to worry about trade anymore."
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Question marks appeared on Iron Dragon's head.
"You call this a trade war?"
He couldn't help but say.
Red Iron Dragon nodded and asked, "Isn't it?"
He looked at Iron Dragon and said, "Sorog, my dear brother, you trust and rely too much on the knowledge in the inheritance. They are indeed very useful, but sometimes they make you dizzy and unable to make the right choice."
The voice paused slightly.
Red Iron Dragon grinned and said, "The most effective and simple trade war is to kill everyone on the other side."
What Garos said is not because of the way of thinking dominated by Red Dragon Bloodline, but the conclusion reached after thinking.
If you follow Golden Fang Tribe's rhythm and engage in a price war with them, you will become the weak party being "bullied by the strong".
Killing them directly and resorting to violence is the best way to break the situation. At the very least, it can drag Golden Fang Tribe from the field he is good at to the field Molten Iron Tribe is good at.
"Are we going to go into full-scale war with the Golden Fang Tribe?"
Iron Dragon said, "Now doesn't seem like the right time."
Garos shook his head slightly and said, "Look, don't be so impatient. It's just a trade war, and it cannot rise to the level of a full-scale war."
Iron Dragon:.
"Kill everyone on the other side, isn't that what you just said?"
"It's just a metaphor." Red Iron Dragon said, "It's enough to attack their trading stronghold on the river bank. Golden Fang Tribe also has conflicts and constraints with other tribes and will not risk everything to deal with us. Goblin always lacks determination in doing things."
When I heard this sentence.
Iron Dragon suddenly narrowed his eyes and keenly caught the questionable aspects of Garos's words, and said, "Garos, you seem to be very prejudiced against Goblin. This is not a rational idea."
He imitated Garos's tone and teased, "My dear brother, don't let prejudice and arrogance control you, they will only harm you."
Hearing this, Garos also realized that what he just said was inappropriate.
Goblin always lacks determination in doing things.
--The stereotypes in the inheritance affected him.
"Well, you're right, I was negligent."
Red Iron Dragon did not become angry because of his brother's teasing, but said happily, "If something similar happens in the future, remember to remind me as soon as possible."
Dragonkin's arrogant nature sometimes affects him in a subtle way.
Garos is already very cautious, but from time to time he will be affected without realizing it. At this time, he only needs a little reminder and he can react.
"It's not too late."
Red Iron Dragon said, "Darkness is the best cover. Take advantage of the night to fight a "trade war" with the Golden Fang Tribe."
It is now evening, and the sky is dimly gray Blue Dragon.
After hearing what Garos said, Iron Dragon nodded and said, "For this first raid, it is best to directly destroy Golden Fang Tribe's Crescent Bay stronghold on the east bank of the river, and it needs to be done quickly without giving them a chance to support. I want to mobilize part of Death Angels."
Garos nodded. "Okay."
The so-called Death Angels is actually a new war group, mainly composed of noble air force units. The main body of the current war group is the Two-Legged Wyvern group, led by Wyvern leader Tasha.
Garos did not leave and continued to stay in Dragon Valley, focusing on his own training.
With the Molten Iron Tribe's current size, Garos does not need to do anything personally. It is just to deal with some of the Golden Fang Tribe's river bank strongholds. It is not a full-scale war. It can be left to the family members to deal with it.
While Iron Dragon is flying in the sky, first use Communication Stone to contact the leader.
His warlock level is currently not high, and the range of Mind Link is limited. Sometimes it is not as effective as Communication Stone. This crystallized creation produced through the alchemy industry is enough to replace many magics.
"Zachary, lead your elite troops to attack Crescent Bay."
"Death Angels has set off and will cooperate with you in the battle."
Iron Dragon's instructions came from Communication Stone.
Silver Mane, who had been on standby for a long time, raised his arms and shouted, "Red Iron Cavalry warriors, follow me on the expedition! Crush Golden Fang Tribe's dirty and cunning Goblin!"
The shoe-studded soles stepped on the Borderlands hard soil.
The men and horses galloped towards their destination at full speed.
After some time.
Estonia River, on the east bank of the river, there is a crescent-shaped river bend.
Iron Shield Caravan is anchored here, the ship has docked, and there is a slight collision sound at the connection between the ship plank and the pier.
Around the river bend, dense green figures are busy.
These humanoid creatures have long pointed ears and arms that hang down below the knees, and they often show shrewd smiles under their flat noses. Their green skin is stained with the moisture of the river, and their small eyes are rolling and their eyelids are blinking rapidly, revealing their innate cunning.
--It is the Goblins of the Golden Fang Tribe.
This is one of the key trading strongholds of Crescent Bay and Goblin in the Estonia River.
At this time, the night fell like an iron curtain, and the last remaining light on the river was cut off by the searchlight of the Goblin sentry tower. The evening style of Borderlands was extremely cold mixed with water vapor.
The two parties have already agreed on the price at this time.
Chief Hammer tightened his collar, rubbed his hands and ordered the sailors to carry the sealed spice barrels and ore boxes, feeling quite happy.
The price changed by the Golden Fang Tribe in order to sanction Molten Iron Tribe allowed them to purchase ore at a lower price, return with a full load, and then sell it at a higher price after returning to Federation, earning a huge amount of wealth.
He took out the gold coin, but this time he didn't kiss or pray. He just turned it around a few times and then took it back to his waist.
suddenly.
The ground shook slightly, and the tremors quickly intensified.
Hammer was slightly startled, and then he heard the sound of intensive hoofs tapping on the ground from the west side of Crescent Bay, as if thousands of troops were trampling the gravel on the river bank.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Goblin The sentry sounded the copper bell alarm.
At the same time, the night sky was suddenly torn apart by the roar of Two-Legged Wyvern.
These Death Angels had quietly approached under the cover of night, swooped down, and poured acid breath on the sentry tower.
Pungent white fog instantly enveloped the night sky.
The men and horses, with flying manes, broke through the fog barrier, and the steel spears drew fatal arcs in the moonlight, rushing towards Crescent Bay.
Several Arcane Ballistas reverse direction.
These sophisticated killing machines can quickly fire a large number of alchemical steel arrows, which once made countless looters hate the river banks, but tonight they only fired a single salvo before being dismantled by the approaching Wyverns.
To strike first is to be stronger.
Golden Fang Tribe's defense force in Crescent Bay was not weak, but in the face of this sudden attack, it was somewhat powerless, and the defense line was quickly disintegrated.