In order to select the leader of Iron Will, a large number of leaders happened to be gathered in Dragon Valley at this time. After confirming the war against the Golden Fang Tribe, Garos rose into the night sky.
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.
Red Iron Dragon's wings suddenly spread out, and the sparks generated by the friction of the fine scales poured down like a torrential rain.
"Listen up! Warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe!"
The roar of Red Iron Dragon shook the gravel, "The Goblin insects in the southeast are eyeing us."
"They dare to drive boundary stakes into our rivers! They dare to leave arrow holes in our strongholds! They want to put tax shackles on us!"
The voice paused slightly, then continued louder.
"I want to see Golden Fang Tribe's furnace become our forging field! I want to see Goblins wailing and begging for mercy in the flames, and I want to let the whole Borderlands know that a real king will be here!"
"Now--"
"Sharpen your minions!"
"Polish your swords!"
"--Get ready to fight for your king!"
The wings that cover the sky and the sun spread like flags, and Red Iron Dragon's voice when declaring war is like a tempered steel blade, echoing in the Dragon Valley night sky.
"For the great Lord of Crimson Wings!"
"For the Molten Iron Tribe!"
"For King of the Borderlands!"
The weapons of all the warriors hit the shields at the same time, making a sound like a drum.
Excited howls and roars of wolves kept coming and going.
Molten Iron Tribe's warriors are all belligerent and ferocious without exception. Even those from the lawful camp are all brave and good at fighting.
They are not afraid of war, they even look forward to war.
Ten years of hibernation and hibernation have already made them hungry and thirsty.
Their minions thirst for blood.
After that, orders were issued one after another.
Kin Leader people no longer gather at Dragon Valley, but instead go to the major locations of the Molten Iron Tribe.
They opened warehouses to store grains, stored meats, mixed vegetables and boiled soups, and supplied them in unlimited quantities. Even the most basic Gnoll and Kobold could make them feel full and have a round belly.
Elite soldiers such as Centaur and Ogre received better treatment.
High-quality ferocious beast or monster meat, fruits and vegetables containing Magic Energy have become their staple food.
After feasting on a delicious meal, they put on their armor, picked up their weapons, and were always ready for battle. During the preparation period, they were not idle, and they conducted moderate-intensity training to warm up for the battle and make their bodies active.
They each received orders.
After the seventh dawn rises, Molten Iron Tribe warriors who are fully prepared will launch a more violent attack on the Golden Fang Tribe's stronghold, and it will no longer be limited to the river bank.
Mines, pastures, pastures, and the main strongholds in the southeast of the Golden Fang Tribe are all listed as targets of attack.
The family members located at Windhowl Forest also received the order. Werewolf Shaman used spells to talk to White Tiger, telling this powerful and ferocious Monster Lord that it was time for the Molten Iron Tribe to tear the enemy into pieces.
Dragon Valley.
Garos ate the high-quality flesh and blood of Black-Scaled Giant Serpent, and coupled with mouthfuls of 93 Black Oil to moisten his throat, the energy in his body gradually filled up. After finishing eating and supplementing, he did not exercise anymore and calmly adjusted his state.
The seven days are for preparing for the war and formulating a combat strategy.
At the same time, it is also the time required for Garos's Cold Explosive Scale to fully recover and reach its peak.
Buzz!
A piece of crystal lit up, and the faint blue light outlined the appearance of the red dragon Samantha.
This is Projection Stone. The more advanced Communication Artifact purchased through the Gem Merchants' Guild last time can transmit images and sounds in real time and is resistant to magic interference. It is much more expensive than the ordinary Communication Stone.
Currently, only the Dragonkins of Dragon Valley and their core family members have it.
Samantha has received the message, but she is located at Sulfur Hills and is presiding over the alchemy Flowing Water Dragon Realm line. There are also high-level Communication Artifact like Projection Stone, so there is no need to come to Dragon Valley in person.
"If we can get Black Oilfield and Golden Fang Tribe, we can also try to make Alchemy Golem, war machines, and various medium and large alchemy props."
Red Dragon said excitedly.
The alchemical industry is inseparable from energy.
Molten Iron Tribe's alchemy industry has been slow to develop and is progressing slowly, mainly because of the lack of energy. Some key, large-scale alchemy props need to burn Black Oil as energy, which Molten Iron Tribe cannot afford.
With Black Oilfield storage, the alchemy industry can develop rapidly.
"The higher purity Black Oil you want can also be extracted with the output of Black Oilfield."
Samantha added, not forgetting his brother who likes to drink Black Oil.
"I'm looking forward to it."
Red Iron Dragon said, "In seven days, we will go to war with the Golden Fang Tribe, Samantha. During this period, you first stop the production of weapons and armor, concentrate on production capacity, and manufacture High-Explosive Flame Orb."
High-Explosive Flame Orb--This is the most powerful destructive item currently in Red Dragon's Alchemy inheritance.
It is disposable and has no usage threshold.
Molten Iron Tribe lacks the power of the middle and upper levels. The power of High-Explosive Flame Orb can more or less make up for it, but they are expensive to make. Each one thrown is equivalent to the same weight of silver, which is almost equivalent to using wealth in battle.
However.
As long as you can get Black Oilfield, any investment now is just a drop in the bucket.
"Okay! Blow up those bitches!"
After a simple communication, Honglong Samantha closed Projection Stone and rushed to control the production of the Flowing Water Dragon Realm line.
"Sorog, what suggestions do you have?"
Garos looks at Iron Dragon.
Iron Dragon's eyes were filled with the light of Psionic Energy, and his mind was running at high speed, analyzing the current situation and formulating combat strategies.
A map of the entire southeast and southwest seemed to appear in his field of vision.
The distribution of major strongholds, the known strength of the guards, etc. are all clearly visible.
The battle hasn't started yet, but he has been constantly simulating it based on the situation of both sides, and gradually has a clear context in his mind.
"We and Golden Fang Tribe each have their own pros and cons."
Iron Dragon Sorog said, "Golden Fang Tribe has a deep accumulation, Mecha Golem has many alchemy props, including some high-power heavy artillery, powerful war machines, and has extremely strong frontal combat capabilities."
"However, they are weak, rely almost entirely on the alchemy industry, and are seriously biased."
"They get tired more easily, need more logistics, and need more supplies."
"Goblin itself is the biggest shortcoming of the Golden Fang Tribe."
"In contrast, our Molten Iron Tribe warriors are almost all tireless warriors. They have very little need for logistical supplies. They rely on their strong physiques to be able to fight continuously for a long time. Moreover, with the presence of our Dragonkin, our mobility is superior."
Iron Dragon The light in his eyes has not dissipated.
He continued, "To start a war with the Golden Fang Tribe, we should avoid large-scale frontal conflicts, avoid fighting in open areas such as plains, and avoid dedicating all our strength in one battle."
"We should attack their major strongholds in a scattered manner, fight on multiple fronts, and attack and intercept their logistical supplies."
Iron Dragon speaks very quickly, but every word is precise and clear, and his words are well organized.
Careful and detailed battle strategies were explained by him.
"The core of all tactics is to break it into parts and make more flowers."
After a few minutes, the light in his eyes slowly dissipated, he stopped talking, rubbed his head vigorously with his paws, showing a very tired look, and his eyes were even a little distracted.
High-intensity quick thinking takes a heavy toll on Psionic Energy.
Iron Dragon Now I just feel a splitting headache and my brain becomes cloudy and sluggish.
"What do you think?"
Iron Dragon took a breath, endured the headache, and asked Garos.
Red Iron Dragon nodded lightly. "It's pretty much what I thought. Let's follow this strategy to start a war with the Golden Fang Tribe." After thinking about it, he added something more, "White Dragon Tressie and Elvie, they can also join the battlefield."
"Huh? Don't care about Fertile Plain? Abyssal Rift still exists."
Iron Dragon's question carries the dullness of Psionic Energy after overdraft.
"It doesn't matter. If necessary, you can just give up Fertile Plain first. If you want Goblin, then give it to them."
"What if we let Goblin keep it for us temporarily?"
Red Iron Dragon grinned. "It depends on whether they can hold on."
Iron Dragon suddenly nodded. "I understand."
He showed admiration in his eyes and said to Red Iron Dragon, "As expected of you, Garos, my dear brother, you think more carefully than me. Even if I take office Psionicist, I am still not as good as you in using mind spells."
Garos nodded gently and said calmly:
"You are not bad either. You have grown beyond my imagination. In terms of overall planning of the war, you will surpass me sooner or later."
In fact, there were some details in Iron Dragon's battle plan that Garos had not expected, but he still accepted Iron Dragon's praise calmly. They are all brothers, and there are some small things that do not need to be explained.