"There is no body."
Garos's eyes swept over the remains of the colossus, and found no trace of flesh and blood.
"Not reasonable."
"My Destruction Dragon Breath was hit in the front, how could this Goblin Alchemist survive? And where was his body?"
Red Iron Dragon flicked his tail, thinking in his heart.
Grand Workshop Master is indeed powerful, but this cannot change the fact that he is a Alchemist. His body is fragile and without the defense of Golem, he is vulnerable to Garos.
"I can see clearly that he was swallowed up by my Destruction Dragon Breath."
"And this Alchemical Colossus. I almost completely disassembled it, but I didn't find any traces of the cockpit."
Finally, the Alchemical Colossus that stood up after being rebuilt from the ruins seemed not to be the Mecha Golem that was used the most by the Goblins, but the Intelligent Golem that could be operated by no one.
"Golden Fang Tribe's leader, the situation is unusual."
Garos looked at the battlefield where the balance of victory and defeat had been completely tilted. "It doesn't matter, after the battle here is over, lead the army commander to drive straight to the Jinya headquarters of Black Iron Plain in the southeast. No matter what the situation of leader Goblin is, it will not affect the outcome."
Golden Fang Tribe is very strong.
In other words, Borderlands's four major tribes are not weak.
Although they are called tribes, this is because in barren areas, the system is relatively backward and there are still many primitive and ignorant remnants among the ethnic groups. However, in terms of combat effectiveness alone, the overall level is actually comparable to that of a small city-state.
However, no matter what it was before.
When Alchemy Legion is annihilated, Golden Fang Tribe will become a thing of the past.
Garos did not participate in the subsequent cleaning work. He hovered in the sky, looking down at the scorched earth and war below. The stretched dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun gave his family members almost endless morale.
"Kill--!"
The Ogres swung their maces covered in minced flesh and blood, and like whack-a-mole, smashed the Goblins who were trying to escape or stubbornly resisting, along with their crude armor, into flat meat patties, with laughter intertwined with the sound of cracking bones.
Two-Legged Wyvern hovered at low altitude, pouring the acid down like water, creating corrosion areas with white smoke in Goblin's broken troops.
Giant Wolf let out a bloodthirsty howl, turning into gray shadows of death, jumping among the crumbling enemy groups. Every swing of the claw blade brought up a shower of warm blood, accurately severing Goblin's throats or tearing open their chests.
True Dragon is like a moving Calamity, plowing across the edge of the battlefield, completely obliterating any large group of Goblin that tries to assemble or escape.
This is a completely oblique killing.
The steel jungle has turned into a mill of flesh and blood. The previously mighty and powerful Alchemy Golem has now become twisted scrap iron scattered everywhere, burned by flames, corroded by acid, and trampled by Colossal Strength.
Goblin's whining, begging for mercy, and cursing came one after another.
But soon it fell silent amidst the roar of weapons and the tearing of flesh and blood.
The sunshine seemed to be infected by this strong Bloodshed atmosphere, and the wind blew up gunpowder smoke and ashes, mixed with the strong smell of rust, burnt smell and the smell of death.
Molten Iron Tribe's soldiers are cleaning up the last resistance.
Soon after, all those who resisted were wiped out, and the only ones left were surrenderers who abandoned their weapons and crawled on the ground.
The sky-shattering roars gradually subsided, replaced by roars of victory and heavy breathing. As the battle subsided, fatigue surged into each monster's body like a tide, but their eyes burned with fanatical light.
Win! Molten Iron Tribe has taken the most important step towards the position of King of the Borderlands!
The era of the Molten Iron Tribe will begin with the smoke of gunpowder and Bloodshed!
Garos noticed the excited warriors.
Now is a good time to increase your tribe's cohesion.
"Wherever the dragon's wings go--"
Red Iron Dragon opened his mouth and let out a low and majestic voice, which spread across the entire battlefield like rolling thunder. "--All are king's soil!"
Garos would normally not say such an arrogant declaration, but there is no one else here, they are all our own, so it doesn't hurt to say something nice to satisfy your own little vanity.
Of course, the most important thing is to make Molten Iron Tribe more cohesive and loyal.
Everything else is incidental.
A moment of lag.
Roar--!!!
The dragon's roar, the roar of beasts, the neighing of men and horses, the scream of Wyvern... all the sounds converged into a torrent declaring victory and power, rising straight into the sky.
"Rest on the spot. The war is not completely over yet. We are still one step away from complete victory."
The order was given to go out, and after a fierce battle, the monsters began to rest on the spot.
Is there any injury on your body? It's not just a broken arm or leg, it's just a minor injury. Just stuff it with soil and stop the bleeding. Then take a dose of Warlock Shaman's healing technique and you'll be back to full health.
Hungry?
There is food all over the place.
Goblin, delicious!
Molten Iron Tribe's warriors have minimal logistical requirements.
Meanwhile, Southwest, Dragon Valley.
A group of Snake-man slowly appeared from the horizon and gradually approached Dragon Valley.
They have giant snake-like lower bodies and human-like torsos. The males have strong bodies, bulging muscles, and ferocious green-faced fangs. The females are beautiful and enchanting, and their beautiful faces are almost inferior to Elf.
"This is it, the habitat of Dragonkin."
"The dragon of the Molten Iron Tribe is leading the monsters to fight against the golden tooth Goblin."
"We signed Magic Contract with Goblin, so we can't attack them, but the emptiness behind the Molten Iron Tribe is a good opportunity for us."
Snake-man leader hissed and stuck out his tongue and said.
The territory of Snake-man of the Venomtail Tribe is mainly located in the northeast of Borderlands, close to the Golden Fang Tribe.
Because of the resources ceded by the Golden Fang Tribe, they signed Magic Contract with the Golden Fang Tribe to curb conflicts between each other, but Snake-man of the Venomtail Tribe did not give up monitoring the movements of the Golden Fang Tribe.
Alchemy Legion's attack was so loud that it was not hidden from them.
Snake-mans quickly understood what was happening.
They believe that Molten Iron Tribe is no match for the Golden Fang Tribe, and although they have signed a non-aggression contract with the Golden Fang Tribe, they do not have one with the Molten Iron Tribe.
So.
The Snake-man tribe made a decisive decision and wanted to take advantage of the full-scale war between the Golden Fang Tribe and Molten Iron Tribe to raid the rear of the Molten Iron Tribe and seize the fruits of victory.
Now, the elite of the Venomtail Tribe has arrived at Dragon Valley.
Snake-mans twisted their waists and approached slowly, silently.
When they approached Dragon Valley at a certain distance, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the entrance passage of Dragon Valley, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Roar--!
White shadows leaped out.
Ferocious Species looked at Snake-man with eager eyes. Its limbs were slightly lowered, its muscles were bulging under its fur, and its sharp claws had torn the ground apart, and it could kill them at any time.
The powerful Ferocious White Tiger surprised Snake-man.
Immediately afterwards, a strong wind passed by, and another figure shot straight into the sky. The dragon scales all over its body shone with the color of copper and silver in the sunlight.
Copper Dragon Deborah elegantly gathered its wings and landed on the top of a cliff.
"Hey, Snake-mans."
"It's guessing time."
Red-Silver Dragon raised his head slightly, looked down at Snake-man, and said in a relaxed and humorous voice, "If you hurt me, come and join my whole family, the most united avenger, guess who it is?"
Hearing this, the Snake-mans fell silent.
"Metal Dragon."
A Snake-man warlock leader said.
"The answer is correct! As a reward, I allow you to turn back the way you came."
Red-Silver Dragon said with a smile.
The Snake-man leader said nothing and hurriedly led his troops away from Dragon Valley.
It seemed that the front was not the goal of their trip, but some kind of forbidden place of death.
On the way back, a young soldier was unwilling to give up and asked the experienced leader, "We have been sneaking all the way, trudging here, and spent a lot of time. Why did we retreat directly like this?"
Old Snake-man Shaman's eyes shrank into thin lines.
"In Borderlands, the strong will not die, and the weak will also have a chance to survive. Only short-sighted and arrogant fools will not regret death." He reprimanded in a hoarse voice. "By attacking Metal Dragon, do you want to bring destruction to the tribe? That dragon's riddle was not just said casually."
Saying that, Shaman also felt a little confused.
Intelligence shows that the ruler here is Evil Dragon with no background, but why did a mixed-race Metal Dragon pop up?
Without thinking about the unanswered questions, Snake-mans retreated from wherever they came from, but their hearts were not at peace.
"Snake-man? Probably Venomtail Tribe, um, I understand."
Garos put away Communication Stone. After a short conversation with Red-Silver Dragon, he learned what happened to Dragon Valley.
He wasn't too surprised.
After all, Borderlands is not a place of one family. With the news of the war between the Molten Iron Tribe and Golden Fang Tribe, it is normal for other tribes to pay attention. It is also normal for other tribes to try to fish in troubled waters.
Place the powerful Ferocious Tiger and Red-Silver Dragon in Dragon Valley.
Ferocious Tiger is the second one. The most important thing is that Red-Silver Dragon's identity can play a role in pretending to be powerful. Garos does not need Red-Silver Dragon to actually fight for him. It is enough for Red-Silver Dragon to show his face.
"When the war with the Golden Fang Tribe is completely over, reward her with an afternoon of puzzle time."
Garos was thinking in his mind that Red-Silver Dragon's favorability should be mentioned again.
As Molten Iron Tribe gradually grows up, on the one hand, it can absorb more resources, but on the other hand, it is unrealistic to just hide and tolerate it. Sooner or later, Silver Dragon will appear in the field of vision of the prime of life.
Not to mention getting the support of Silver Dragon.
At the very least, it must be able to avoid incurring their malicious intent.
Garos was not arrogant because of one or two victories and could not distinguish reality. He knew very well that matters related to Mature Dragon needed to be treated with caution.
Except for --White Scale. White Dragon.
After resting for most of the day.
The resilient Molten Iron Warriorss marched again, attacking in the direction of Black Iron Plain.
This time it was no longer a multi-front battle, but like a sharp knife tearing through all obstacles, driving straight in, arriving at Black Iron Plain and the general base of the Golden Fang Tribe without any hindrance.