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The sounds of weapons clashing, Wyvern roaring and Goblin wailing, various sounds echoed in the sky of Crescent Bay.
This place has been transformed into Shura Battlefield.
"Damn Molten Iron Tribe! How dare you attack Crescent Bay."
The nearly six-meter-tall humanoid Alchemy Golem is plowing a deep trench on the river beach, bursts of high-temperature steam are erupting from the gear joints. It has four slender mechanical arms, with no palms at the top. Instead, there are a ring-shaped sawtooth, a pointed cone drill bit, and two claws.
[Flesh Ripper]
--This is the creation of the Golden Fang Tribe Alchemist.
Goblin Our workshop can produce the old-fashioned Alchemy Golem with a relatively simple structure based on the drawings. At the same time, it also purchases various precision parts at high prices to assemble the more advanced and powerful Golem.
Golden Fang Tribe's alchemy industry is very developed.
In other words, their tribe's ability to gain a firm foothold in Borderlands mainly relies on the alchemy industry.
Flesh Ripper is the old-fashioned Alchemy Golem. The blueprint is easy to get. It releases energy through the combustion of Black Oil and makes it active with gears, levers, steam, etc.
In the territory of the Golden Fang Tribe, Flesh Ripper is their main combat unit stationed at each stronghold.
It is also worth mentioning that Flesh Ripper is a manned Golem, which requires intelligent creatures to drive.
This type of Alchemy Golem is also called a mecha because it looks like a mechanical armor.
Intelligent creatures that have undergone special training and then wear advanced Mecha Golem are often more powerful than Alchemy Golem that is purely driven by engines and runes.
Goblin Leader's pointed ears vibrated at high frequency in the cockpit, and the copper buttons on the joystick were shiny with sweat.
At this moment, he was frightened and angry, frightened by the sudden attack and angry at the loss of wealth.
"Damn Centaur!"
In order to protect wealth, the cowardly nature can burst out with courage that surpasses most races. The curse of the Goblin leader came through the loudspeaker, and at the same time he pressed the dark red valve on the left side.
Buzz!
The saw teeth and drill bit all rotated at high speed, tearing the air apart and emitting a chilling scream.
A centaur warrior charged forward, thrusting his spear into the cockpit, but was accurately grasped by Flesh Ripper's claws. The other two arms crisscrossed with a buzzing sound, passing over the centaur warrior's body. The saw teeth and sharp cones left horrific wounds, tearing apart flesh and bone.
The men and horses are brave and good at fighting.
The fall of their companions did not frighten them, but instead inspired them to become more courageous. Several elite troops turned around and locked their eyes on Mecha Golem.
"Everyone, get away!"
Silver Mane shouted loudly.
Alchemy Golem--Even Borderlands's troops have heard about this for a long time, but they have rarely interacted with it. Silver Mane stared at Flesh Ripper closely, looking at the monster made of machinery and metal, and was very happy to see it.
The hoofs left holes in the ground.
The strong man with flying manes rushed towards Flesh Ripper. He charged in an almost straight line, trampling Goblin to death in the way.
In the blink of an eye, the two were in close combat.
Silver Mane was holding the heavy sword filled with cold light tightly in his hand, Magic Energy was surging all over his body, burning like a raging flame, condensing on the sword's edge, and slashing towards Flesh Ripper.
Goblin's eyelids jumped as he drove the mecha.
He immediately controlled Flesh Ripper and followed the mecha's fighting style. He first used his claws to block the Centaur leader's attack, and the other two arms took the opportunity to tear his body apart.
The claws made of alloy gripped the centaur's epee, predicting its trajectory.
Tide of Motion!
The centaur warrior roared.
The speed of the heavy sword's slash suddenly increased, passing through the claws and slashing heavily on Flesh Ripper's chest. Red-hot sparks flew everywhere, and a huge gap was opened in the steel.
This is just the beginning.
His slashes were as fast as lightning and as dense as a tide. With his vigorous steps, they covered Flesh Ripper from different directions almost at the same time.
Clang clang clang!
The crisp sound of metal knocking kept ringing, and Flesh Ripper stepped back step by step, staggering to resist.
Downward Spin Slash!
Click - with a flash of cold arc light, Mecha Golem's leg joints were severed, Shatter's parts and gears were scattered, and it fell to the ground with a thud.
"How can a crude metal creation compare to the hard-tempered muscles of our warriors?"
Silver Mane laughed loudly.
The muscles of the strong man and horse stood up one after another, and the fibers were twisted like steel wires. They raised their front hooves at the same time and stepped hard towards the scarred cockpit located on the chest of the mecha.
Collapse!
Metal plates dented, cracked, and crumbled.
Along with the sound of bones cracking and breaking, Goblin screams rang out from inside, then stopped abruptly, and blood slowly flowed out from between the twisted metal.
Tear!
Almost at the same time, another Flesh Ripper fell down.
Wyvern swooped down from the sky, knocked down Flesh Ripper, tore open the steel breastplate with his feet, and penetrated the tail needle with a poisonous stinger.
Before the poison took effect, the tail needle penetrated directly into the body of the leader Goblin, killing him through penetration.
Golden Fang Tribe is very ambitious and has recently carried out intensive defense along the river bank. A large number of new strongholds have been established, but this has dispersed its strength.
For a stronghold like Crescent Bay, the strongest combat unit is Mecha Golem Flesh Ripper.
There are many elite men and horses.
Moreover, every Two-Legged Wyvern is a powerful Subdragon with the bloodline of Dragonkin.
Each Golem fell down, and the battle became one-sided.
"Don't kill me, please."
Bang! The Iron Hoof of the centaur trampled Goblin's head, shattering the cry for mercy.
When the defense line was broken down, the battle situation was completely defeated, and Mecha Golem were destroyed, the Goblins began to flee in all directions, but their speed was far unable to compare with the troops and Wyvern, so running away was the stupidest choice.
A few stubborn ones were killed directly, and the rest were captured.
Ten minutes later.
Crescent Bay fell silent in a rare moment, and the piercing screams of Goblin disappeared, leaving only the muffled sound of people and horses Iron Hoof stepping on the wooden planks.
Silver Mane swung the heavy sword, and a few drops of dark green blood drew arcs in the air, and finally sank into the soil.
"Hammer, we meet again."
The centaur leader grinned, revealing a Bloodshed-flavored smile.
The businessman smiled stiffly, "Sir Zachary, we are just passing businessmen. We have no intention of getting involved in the fight between you and Golden Fang Tribe."
The Wyvern hovering in the sky roared, and their shadows enveloped the merchant ships.
The elite men and horses stared coldly, rubbed their spears and stamped their feet, watching with eager eyes.
With the armed strength of these merchant ships, they are far from rivals. Now they can only pray for forgiveness.
"All the goods and wealth we brought on this trip can be used to buy lives."
Businessman adds chips.
"Oh? Hammer, you are confused. If I kill you, these things will also belong to us."
Looking at the businessman covered in cold sweat, Silver Mane suddenly laughed, leaned over and patted the businessman on the shoulder with his thick arm. "Don't be nervous, it was just a little joke."
He said, "This battle is just a personal grudge between us and Golden Fang Tribe. We will not vent our anger on you, otherwise you would be a corpse unable to speak now."
The businessman looked around in disbelief. "What about these ores?"
"The ore you bought is still taken away." Silver Mane waved his hand. "Goblin's gold coins and spices are our trophies. Remember, Molten Iron Tribe only kills enemies, does not rob merchants, and will even provide you with convenience and protection."
These are the instructions from Iron Dragon.
He actually wanted to plunder a lot, but his reason and inherited trade knowledge told him that creating a reliable trade environment would be more beneficial to future development.
Until the ship has set sail and is gradually moving away from Crescent Bay.
The master of the merchant ship was still in a daze.
Just let go?
No one was killed or blackmailed?
They were involved in a tribal fight but escaped unscathed? Still came home with a lot of achievements?
In a place like Borderlands, where the jungle is strong and the jungle is strong, there is actually the power to abide by the trading rules?
"Chief, those men and horses and Wyvern are too scary. We should change our route in the future and avoid this place."
Estonia River's branch lines of waterways extend in all directions, and the river bends under the jurisdiction of the Molten Iron Tribe are not necessary places. Thinking of the terrible scene before, the merchant apprentice was trembling with fear and couldn't help but say this to his master.
"Idiot!"
Hammer slapped the apprentice on the head and said, "Terrible? You have seen too little. They did not blackmail us or kill the crew. In a place like Borderlands, they are simply saints!"
Don't say anything else.
Even Golden Fang Tribe who has regular trade with Iron Shield Caravan, during the transaction, those greedy Goblin leaders will find ways to extort gold coins from them.
"Molten Iron Tribe is a better trade partner."
The chief thought silently in his heart.
Looking at the river bank that was gradually getting away, he thought in his mind that with the Molten Iron Tribe's behavior, he could bring more Iron Shield Caravan ships to trade with the Molten Iron Tribe next time.
At the same time.
Wyvern has iron ropes hanging on its feet, and the other end is wrapped around Mecha Golem. It flaps its wings and gradually takes off, flying first to Sulfur Hills and handing it over to the Molten Iron Tribe's alchemy base.
The soldiers quickly searched for Crescent Bay.
Goblin collected all the gold coins they had just obtained from the merchants, as well as many intact spices, ores and other goods.
The businessman got the ore he wanted and returned home with a full load. Molten Iron Tribe got gold coins and some extra gains, and he gained a lot.
Only Goblin caught in the middle was injured.
At this time, a Wyvern hovering at high altitude screamed and hissed, reminding the soldiers who were cleaning up the mess that support from the Golden Fang Tribe had arrived.
"Retreat! Burn the rest of the fire!"
Silver Mane ordered immediately.
The men and horses came quickly and retreated quickly, stamping on the ground with all four hooves, running like the wind, leaving only Moon Bay covered with devastation and chaos.
Soon after.
With the trembling sound on the ground, Alchemy Golem arrived at Moon Bay one after another. In addition to old models like Flesh Ripper, there are also many more advanced models. Golem cannot be built by the Golden Fang Tribe. Without exception, they are all manned mechas.
Maybe it's because he is too short and thin, but the mecha can make Goblin taller.
They like Mecha Golem very much.
The men and horses set fire before they left. The place had turned into a sea of flames, and the burning buildings and facilities were reflected on the mecha's cockpit.
"Molten Iron Tribe. Do you want to start a war with us?!"
A Goblin leader was shaking with anger and said, "We have suffered heavy losses, at least tens of thousands of gold coins have evaporated."
They don't care much about the dead members of Goblin's family.
But the destroyed Crescent Bay, the looted goods and gold coins. These losses of wealth are unforgivable in the eyes of Goblin.
After that, the news of the destruction of Crescent Bay was quickly reported back to the Golden Fang Tribe base area.
After discussion among Goblin elders, it was finally decided that Molten Iron Tribe should pay the price.
Since Golden Fang Tribe has other constraints, they will not go all out to start a war against the Molten Iron Tribe. However, since the other party raids Crescent Bay, their stronghold on the river bank cannot be expected to be safe.
A consensus was reached on the tit-for-tat revenge method.
The price trade war is over.
Next, the real "trade war", the war conflicts caused by trade, is about to begin.
Under the cover of night, the waves of the Estonia River are still shining, but the murderous intent on the shore is already boiling.