"What does Vera need to do?"
Fairy Dragon emerged from the flowers on the side, flew in a circle around Garos, and asked eagerly.
"Your mission is the most important."
Garos said, "Stay with Dragon Valley and guard our territory with Dire Bear."
As he spoke, he carefully looked at Fairy Dragon's appearance. Compared with the first time they met, the colors on Fairy Dragon's body were still colorful and rich, and they had become darker.
The age group of Fairy Dragon is different from that of normal dragons. Vera is now close to fifty years old and is already in his prime Fairy Dragon.
As ultra-small micro Dragonkin, the normal lifespan of Fairy Dragon is only more than two hundred years.
In other words, when Garos reaches its prime, Fairy Dragon will enter a state of twilight, and since it is weaker than other Dragonkin, it will be difficult to extend its twilight.
If Fairy Dragon dies, where can I eat Scale Powder?
Thinking of this, Garos stretched out his paw and lightly poked Fairy Dragon's head.
"What are you doing?"
Fairy Dragon was poked over by a finger. After stabilizing his body, he asked angrily.
"It's okay, my hands are just itchy."
Garos looked at Fairy Dragon for a few seconds, shook his head, and said casually.
Fairy Dragon He put aside the matter of lifespan for the time being. After all, she was now in her prime, and it was still long before her death.
"Then I forgive you."
"I always feel itchy and can't help but want to play a prank, so next time if I stuff Itchy Flower in your nostrils, you have to forgive me."
"You made your promise and can't go back on it."
Fairy Dragon Vera said with a smile. She didn't wait for Garos to give a specific reply. After she finished speaking unilaterally, she hurriedly flew away, as if she could get the "gold medal" to prank Garos.
"What do I need to do? Go directly to the battlefield and kill the enemy?"
Red-Silver Dragon Deborah blinked and asked.
Garos thought for a while and said, "Same as Vera, guard Dragon Valley." After a pause, he added, "The difference is that Dragon Valley really relies on you to guard it."
Once the battle officially begins.
Golden Fang Tribe's counterattack will inevitably come.
Different from the previous Bloodhoof Clan, Golden Fang Tribe is good at the alchemy industry and his base camp is impregnable, so the house-changing tactic is not easy to use.
As the hub core of the Molten Iron Tribe, Dragon Valley has extraordinary significance.
This place cannot be let out without any meaning. When Garos goes out to fight, guards need to be there to prevent accidents.
Red-Silver Dragon is a very good guard.
She appeared on the battlefield where swordsmen were facing each other and it was life and death. Even with the identity of Metal Dragon, she could not make the enemy care. But if she was in Dragon Valley and was mainly responsible for guarding here instead of fighting to the death, the situation would be different.
"Okay, I will ensure the safety here."
Red-Silver Dragon nodded.
Chaotic good is also kind. Although her bottom line principles are flexible, she still has the nature of Good Dragon and is not very interested in battlefields filled with flesh and blood.
Rather than directly participating in the battle, it is better to shoulder the responsibility of defense and guarding. It is enough to just repel the incoming enemies.
Then, time passed by silently.
Molten Iron Tribe is preparing for the battle in full swing.
A multi-line combat method such as multi-point blooming consumes the commander's attention more than a large-scale frontal battle, and tests the commander's ability to coordinate the overall situation.
Iron Dragon Sorog After a day's rest, Psionic Energy overdraft has recovered somewhat.
He issued specific instructions to the Kin Leaders in each major stronghold, down to the smallest detail, and notified them of all the details that needed to be considered, so that they could clarify their goals and tasks and know what to do.
The carefully prepared legions are ready to go.
The attack on the Golden Fang Tribe river bank stronghold continued as usual, for the purpose of confusion.
In the blink of an eye, dawn is about to rise for the seventh time.
Borderlands southeast, Black Iron Plain.
The base camp of the Golden Fang Tribe is located here.
The Goblins here are not a bunch of green clowns who only know how to tinker with explosive potions.
They have established an extraordinary industrial field, and their style is incompatible with Borderlands.
Spires made of rusty iron and black smoke pierced the sky, and the sound of gears meshing continued day and night. Alchemy Workshops were arranged closely, depicting the Alchemy colors of brutality and precision.
Maybe a little immature.
But there is no doubt that Golden Fang Tribe's alchemy industry has begun to take shape.
Thirty conveyor belts never stop driven by the Black Oil power wheel. Each conveyor belt carries the Alchemy Golem components being assembled. The most basic [Weld-Iron Slave Worker][Flesh Ripper] and other Golem were born here.
Goblin The supervisors waved electrified whips and screamed at the Flowing Water Dragon Realm line.
Their slave is also Goblin.
But what is different from the short ordinary Goblin is that there is a group of tall and burly Giant Bear who are wearing electric shock collars [Bugbear]. At first glance, they look like standing upright.
Bugbear is the cousin of Goblin. They are dull but brutal and cruel.
In more ancient times, Bugbear was generally the upper-level ruler of the Goblin Tribe because of his powerful power, but now, ordinary Goblin relies on his wisdom to enslave Bugbear, treat them as slaves, and also specializes in studying Bugbear Breeding Manual.
The core of the tribe is Palace of Grand Workshop Master.
Different from ordinary tribes, the most noble beings are called chiefs.
The leader of the Golden Fang Tribe is respected as Grand Workshop Master.
His Palace is located in the center of the tribe. It is made of metal and machinery. Some traces of runes are faintly visible on it. The architectural style is rough and grand, and it reveals a sophisticated beauty in the primitive.
At this moment, inside this metal Palace, the Goblin elders of the Golden Fang Tribe are gathering here.
The leader's appearance is not much different from the normal Goblin, but he is quite well-dressed. He wears a monocle on his face, and his robe is engraved with mechanical patterns such as gears and levers. He is sitting on a high-backed chair made of metal.
Grand Workshop Master--Scott.
He is the true master of all Alchemy Workshop and the highest-level Alchemist among the Golden Fang Tribe.
In the meeting hall, eight elders Goblin, who are also Alchemist, sit on both sides. There are more or less traces of alchemical transformation on their bodies, such as smooth metal arms, a third mechanical hand protruding from the shoulder, an expressionless cold iron surface, etc.
Among the most common development routes of Alchemist.
It is one of them that is assimilated with metal and machinery through alchemical transformation and completely separated from flesh and blood, and is widely known as Alchemical Ascension.
Alchemist As the level increases, creatures with naturally weak bodies will often choose the Alchemical Ascension path to undergo alchemical transformation on themselves and gradually break away from the shackles of the flesh and blood body.
The advantage is that the warlock's lifespan, combat ability, etc. will be greatly improved after the alchemical transformation.
The disadvantage is that if the body loses its fit with the soul, problems will occur in the soul. The mind will be affected by the alchemical transformation, becoming more mechanical and solidified, and slowly losing the inspiration for progress. The higher the degree of transformation, the more serious the problem will be.
It is said.
The first interstellar spacecraft created by the Elven Empire Nausir, the advanced intelligence it carries is essentially an advanced Alchemist who has lost his own soul.
Back to business.
Grand Workshop Master also has alchemical transformation, but his skills are more skilled, which cannot be seen from the appearance.
"After a month of negotiations with the Venomtail Tribe, we have tentatively reached a peace agreement."
Elder Goblin said as one eye passed by Crystal Augmentation.
One of the four major tribes of the Venomtail Tribe and Borderlands, it is composed of Snake-man. Their tribe has the largest number of warlocks in Borderlands and extraordinary units such as Shaman. They are also good at voodoo curses and other methods. There are also many bloodthirsty and cruel Snake-man warriors.
Among the four major tribes.
Venomtail Tribe and Golden Fang Tribe have the worst relationship with each other.
Snake-man likes to hunt Goblin and feed on Goblin.
Before Golden Fang Tribe discovered Black Oilfield and took advantage of it to rise, they suffered from Snake-man. If we trace it back, almost all contemporary Goblin have ancestors who were killed by Snake-man.
Goblin is a very vengeful creature.
But in the face of wealth and resources, they can suppress their hatred and become far-sighted.
In the eyes of Goblin.
The other three tribes are all short-sighted and do not understand the importance of trade and economy.
A few years ago, Elder Goblin, who was proficient in trade, proposed a monopoly plan.
They want to control trade, monopolize material exchanges with Federation, gradually accumulate and develop, use economic means to suppress other tribes, develop in the direction of King of the Borderlands, and even form a country belonging to Goblin here and become a member of Federation.
In order to monopolize Estonia River on the bank of Borderlands, monopolize trade.
Golden Fang Tribe's envoys traveled between the major tribes, promising benefits, ceding benefits, negotiating carefully, and settling the obstacles of other tribes.
They focus on the future and do not hesitate to invest temporarily.
As long as the monopoly plan succeeds, what other tribes eat will be repaid with profits in the future.
Including the envoys originally sent to the Molten Iron Tribe, their original intention was also to open the way for their monopoly plan.
However, at that time, Molten Iron Tribe had been in hiding for many years because Red Iron Dragon had been sleeping. In the eyes of Goblin, it was a sign of weakness and was not worth mentioning. Therefore, there was no inducement and direct threats.
The result was a miscalculation.
Molten Iron Tribe is tougher than they imagined.
Now they are directly launching a counterattack against their river bank stronghold.
But these are not the most important.
The most important thing is.
"Molten Iron Tribe knows the importance of economy and trade, and they are rising fast. If our monopoly plan wants to succeed, they must be eradicated."
Three-Handed Goblin Elder whispered.
"In addition to us Golden Fang Tribe, Borderlands does not allow a second tribe that is good at trade to appear."
"They will take our gold! This is unforgivable."
Elder Goblin with the metal arm nodded in agreement.
"We have reached an agreement with the most dangerous Venomtail Tribe, and also signed Magic Contract. Now is the time to concentrate our efforts to eradicate Molten Iron Tribe."
Another Goblin elder said with twinkling eyes:
"Those Dragonkin, all of their body parts are made of top-notch alchemical materials. If we can enslave them and use Dragon Breath to provide fire for our furnace day and night, we can also greatly increase our production capacity and quality rate."