The first rays of sunlight pierce the clouds at dawn.
Alchemy Legion, led by Grand Workshop Master and four Goblin elders, rolled over the earth like a torrent of steel.
As one of the four major tribes that emerged from many Borderlands clans, its profound heritage was clearly visible during the war.
Flesh Ripper Golem, the largest number in the legion, formed the vanguard array, making the earth tremble with every step, followed by more advanced models such as Steel Ripper, Earth-Splitting Fury, and a smaller number of elite Golem.
In addition, there are also mechanical beasts equipped with giant heavy cannons, advancing step by step with heavy steps.
Grand Workshop Master Scott stands on a mechanical beast.
He is the most advanced Alchemist in the Golden Fang Tribe. His alchemy skills even in Southern Federation are not top-notch, but he can still receive certain praise.
He is now over two hundred years old.
Among Goblin, which has an average lifespan of 80, it is definitely an old monster.
However, there are no traces of the erosion of time on his appearance, and he still looks like a young man Goblin.
And unlike other Goblin's exaggerated facial expressions, Scott's face is always as calm as a mask. This unusual calmness, coupled with his long life, has already made him "Legendary Realm" in the eyes of the tribal people.
When Scott was born, Golden Fang Tribe had already discovered Black Oilfield and obtained the resources to rise, but still lacked the foundational strength, so he could only be careful, hide and develop slowly. At that time, Golden Fang Clan was like a beggar holding gold, ecstatic about the windfall, but also afraid of being coveted by his powerful neighbors.
What is different from other Goblin is.
After Scott gradually learned about the world, he became obsessed with Alchemy.
He wants to know the composition of stones, why metals can move, and what the nature of this world is. He has too many questions and too many curiosities.
Desire for inquiry and curiosity.
Plus excellent talent.
Unsurprisingly, Scott became Alchemist. He rose through the ranks very quickly and was decisive in his work. He would put his ideas into practice immediately. As long as there was enough time and materials, he could even rub the mecha by hand. He soon became the leader of the Golden Fang Clan at that time.
After discovering a broader world, he once thought that if he was born from the Goblin Kingdom, Lothern Federation, he might have a broader future.
It is not impossible to become the real Legendary Realm.
But Scott did not abandon Golden Fang Clan in the end.
Leading the weak clan of Borderlands to grow stronger and move towards glory step by step is also the feat of the Legendary Realm. He is determined to lead Golden Fang Clan to overcome all obstacles.
At that time, Golden Fang Clan was weak and did not dare to expose the existence of Black Oil, or even dare to mine it.
As a high-level Alchemist, Scott can rub the mecha by hand, but it takes a long time and cannot be reproduced in large quantities, so it cannot be the real confidence of the Golden Fang Clan.
So, Scott made a desperate move and smashed the heads of all those who resisted.
He almost spent all his savings on the Golden Fang Clan and purchased yellowed mecha blueprints and an old and rusty Flesh Ripper from a businessman.
He studied day and night and gradually completely analyzed the structure of Flesh Ripper.
After another year, the first Flesh Ripper Flowing Water Dragon Realm line was built under his leadership.
From now on.
The furnace of the workshop never went out again.
Golden Fang Clan finally has trustworthy weapons.
Slowly.
One Mecha Golem came out.
Under the careful teaching and guidance of Scott, Goblin Alchemist also sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
The Golden Tooth Clan gradually developed into the Golden Tooth Tribe, and even the snakemen, who were natural enemies, gradually stopped hunting and devouring goblins recklessly.
As for Scott, he had reached the end of his life and was dying of old age.
But after a retreat, he came back to life as a young man. As for the specific details, other Goblin has no way of knowing.
The Alchemists of the tribe are whispering.
Some people said that he transformed himself into a perfect humanoid construct, and some claimed to have seen him drink the immortality potion refined by Black Oil, but all speculations ended under the cold gaze of Scott.
At this moment.
Bathed in the wisps of morning light, Scott stared at the approaching southwest border, his face still expressionless.
As time gradually passes.
The legions crossed the border.
Molten Iron Tribe The outpost on the border bore the brunt of the attack.
An outpost garrisoned by many Gnoll and Kobold was the first to taste the wrath of the Alchemy Legion. Mecha Golem's artillery fire shattered the outpost, and Chainsaw Sword tore the weak flesh and blood into pieces.
The torrent of steel rolled over the outpost tower and steadily advanced towards Fertile Plain.
Along the way, Alchemy Legion was harassed and attacked by many Molten Iron Tribe, but these attacks were harmless to them. All the incoming monsters were crushed by Mecha Golem and Alchemical Heavy Cannon.
The steel crushed the remaining body into bloody mud.
Golden Fang Tribe's legion collapsed the defense lines, and the flag appeared on the edge of Fertile Plain.
There is a lot of movement of a large-scale army march. The defenders of the Molten Iron Tribe have already been waiting in Fertile Plain. Young Adult Dragon and Wyvern group Circling and flying in the air, on the ground are legions of humans, horses, Ogre, Gnoll, Kobold, Gray-maned Werewolf and other creatures.
"Attack!"
Grand Workshop Master gave the order coldly.
The midday sun made the iron armor hot, and Golden Fang Tribe's steel torrent rushed towards the Molten Iron Tribe's defense line. Steel Golem advanced in neat steps, making the ground tremble with every step.
At the same time, the voices of Golem operators sounded through the loudspeaker.
The Goblin warriors who were following Golem also shouted together.
[The furnace is our Sanctum, and the wrench is the scepter of prayer!]
[Black Oil is boiling in the blood vessels, and the gears are singing in the chest!]
[Crush those flesh and blood bodies!]
[When copper rust dyes the earth red, civilization truly grows!]
Goblin's voice was not pleasant to hear. It was sharp, harsh, noisy, and could not be called neat. Some were sharp like steel nails scraping glass, and some were hoarse like grinding wheels polishing scrap metal. However, they intertwined into waves in a strange way over the battlefield. In conjunction with Alchemy Golem's heavy pace, the roar of the engine gradually converged into an overwhelming sense of oppression.
[Gold coins! Gold coins! Pave the road to heaven!]
[Dismantle all things! Dismantle all things! Even the ribs of gods are marked with prices!]
[Today I use artillery shells to write poetry, and tomorrow I will use the enemy camp to make steel!]
[Grand Workshop Master's smile is the dawn of New World!]
Goblin sang loudly, their bodies trembling slightly, their eyes shining with excitement, and their morale was as high as ever.
"Sure enough, he is not an ordinary Goblin, he actually has such morale."
Garos narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that Molten Iron Tribe also needs a war song.
"If we fight Alchemy Legion head-on against the Golden Fang Tribe, we still have a chance to win, but we will definitely suffer heavy losses."
"However, we have already prepared."
The voice of Iron Dragon Sorog passed through Mind Link and sounded directly from the mind of Garos.
Immediately afterwards, the war began.
Young Adult Dragon seemed to be afraid of the Alchemy Legion and did not dare to land. They did not take action rashly, but just hovered cowering in the sky. They occasionally used some long-range skills with limited damage and could basically be ignored, including Red Iron Dragon who had shown his fierce power before.
Facing the morale Bloodburst, Alchemy Legion is pressing harder and harder.
The Molten Iron Warriorss were unable to resist the steel edge, and they fought and retreated. After paying a lot of lives of Gnoll, Kobold, and a few elites, they temporarily evacuated the base area at Fertile Plain. A considerable number of them were defeated and scattered.
Fertile Plain, as its name suggests, is a fertile and fertile land.
In the entire southwest, Fertile Plain is the place with the richest resources of all kinds.
Having captured the core territory in the southwest, the Goblins, who are no less greedy and stingy than Dragonkin, will naturally not give it up again.
In the previous war, Molten Iron Tribe was retreating steadily. Giving up Fertile Plain is almost equivalent to giving up the southwest, and it is unlikely that it will come back in a short time.
"Stand where you are! Build a base."
Grand Workshop Master issued the order.
Immediately afterwards, on the battlefield where the smoke had not yet cleared, Goblin engineers were already as busy as a colony of ants.
Amidst the roar of steam forklifts, quick-setting cement was poured into the trenches like gray blood. The poured temporary walls grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wreckage of Golem, which was destroyed by the counterattack, was quickly dismantled and reassembled - the rotating saw blade of Flesh Ripper was converted into a meat grinder on the wall, and the trunk of Steel Ripper became the base of a sentry tower.
A month passed gradually.
During this period of time, Molten Iron Tribe organized counterattacks again and again, trying to recapture Fertile Plain, but they were all repelled by Goblins, and their counterattacks gradually became weaker. The number of monsters coming each time was getting smaller and smaller, and it seemed that they were giving up here completely.
During this period.
Because there are many Alchemist in the legion, Golden Fang Tribe's base has been formed.
However, this project has taken a heavy toll on the Goblins. The food and grass they carried were stretched thin and almost exhausted. However, the logistical supplies are already on the way and will arrive soon, so it is harmless.
It was late at night and the night was getting darker.
Grand Workshop Master Scott and several Goblin elders are discussing the next battle plan.
Expelling Molten Iron Tribe from Fertile Plain is only the first step. They want to eradicate it completely and bring the southwest under their control.
suddenly.
A Goblin scout hurriedly walked into the temporary camp.
"Grand Workshop Master, we found a Abyssal Rift!"
Because they gradually gained a firm foothold in Fertile Plain, the Goblin scouts explored further areas and discovered the existence of Abyssal Rift.
Except for Scott, the expressions of several elders Goblin changed at the same time.
Abyssal Rift?
In Fertile Plain?
There is actually a hot potato here! Wait. Something seems wrong.
Elder Goblin frowned and whispered, "Although we defeated Molten Iron Tribe, if you think about it carefully, they dispersed too quickly, as if they retreated in an orderly manner."
"In subsequent counterattacks, they seemed to lack the determination to recapture Fertile Plain. They often made slight contact and then quickly began to retreat."
Can be seen as a cunning and cunning being.
Goblin This race is actually quite intelligent. After recovering from the previous victory, the Goblin elders were startled and gradually noticed the details that were wrong.
"Molten Iron Tribe paid the price with blood."
"But the vast majority of those who died are those insignificant Gnoll and Kobold."
Another Goblin elder's breathing became heavier and he said, "The elites like Centaur, Ogre, Wyvern suffered very few casualties, and Dragonkin of Overlord Molten Iron Tribe was even more unscathed."
After a short silence.
Goblin The elders felt a terrifying crisis at the same time.
"A trap, it's a trap."
"Molten Iron Tribe used the entire Fertile Plain as bait and laid a trap!"
"Their recent attacks have been very infrequent, and they seem to be waiting for something to happen."
Goblin elders belatedly realized the seriousness of the problem. "Oh no, it's food and fodder. They are waiting for us to run out of food and fodder! Speed up the logistics supply and send more Golem to respond!"
However.
Their reaction was a step late.
Before the response arrived, bad news came from the logistics supply.
They were attacked, and the dragon himself came.
On a route between Black Iron Plain and Fertile Plain, the red dragon and White Dragon flew at low altitude, spitting out flames and frost respectively, melting or freezing the Mecha Golem escorting supplies into ice sculptures, while Iron Dragon Sorog also tore open the chest of a Golem.
Soon after, the last Golem also turned into scrap metal under the body of Red Iron Dragon.
From the beginning to the end of the attack, it took no more than ten minutes.
"Goblin are immersed in the illusion of defeating us Dragonkin."
"As everyone knows, the real prey is themselves."
Iron Dragon grinned.
Garos turned to look in the direction of Fertile Plain and said slowly, "The real decisive battle begins now."
At the same time.
Fertile Plain, Grand Workshop Master decisively ordered a retracement.
Goblin soldiers were originally complacent about occupying a fertile territory, but they were puzzled and confused by the sudden retreat order.
However, they soon understood why.
Not long after retreating, monsters appeared all over the mountains and plains.
They did not fight immediately, but followed Alchemy Legion from a certain distance, watching eagerly.
It was not until Alchemy Legion withdrew from Fertile Plain that the troops began to charge.
At this time, most of the Goblins were starving due to the scarcity of food and food. Black Oil still had a lot left over, but they could no longer squander it. Alchemy Golem, which lacked adequate maintenance, could not perform at its full level.
Molten Iron Warriors is exactly the opposite of them.
They were like wolves and tigers, with a raging momentum, and all the previously suppressed anger burst out at once, like a beast that had been hungry for a long time, its fierce look revealed.
The vigorous war song reappeared, but it was not the Goblin war song, but came from the Molten Iron Tribe.
[Lava flows in the veins, and flames burn between the teeth]
[What we want is not victory--]
[If you want to fight! Break the Tianling Gai!]
[If you want to kill! Kill until the river of blood stops flowing!]
After realizing that war songs can greatly boost morale, Molten Iron Tribe compiled war songs overnight.
Centaurs, Ogre, Gnoll, and many monsters shouted loudly at the same time, roaring and hissing, stepping across the ground with Iron Hoof, and the rhythm of weapons hitting shields intertwined into sound waves that shot straight into the night sky.
[Fight, fight for Dragon Lord!]
[Every wound is a medal! Every drop of blood is wine!]
[But is this enough?]
[Not enough!]
[Then tear open more chests! Smash more spines!]
[Until the moon is so scared that it hides in the blood cloud, until the sun is dim and dim!]
Different creatures and different voices merged into the same war song, and the sound waves soared into the sky, shaking Goblin people's livers and gallbladders.
Molten Iron Tribe's morale is high and they are pressing forward step by step.
Alchemy Legion's morale weakened rapidly and they continued to retreat.
This moment is exactly like that moment.
But the difference is that Alchemy Legion's retreat was not planned in advance, but was forced. Moreover, their mobility is not as good as Molten Iron Tribe.
Want to escape? It's too late.