The night at Black Iron Plain was as thick as insoluble asphalt. The two moons were completely swallowed up by thick dark clouds, and the earth fell into a suffocating, pure blackness.
Suddenly, the dead silence was torn apart.
On the watchtower outside the tribe, the piercing siren only had time to let out a short scream, which ended abruptly as if it was being strangled by the throat.
Instead, there were countless creepy friction sounds, low roars, and the scream of sharp claws scraping against the metal wall!
The dark curtain was suddenly lit up.
--Not lights, but pairs of eyes that suddenly opened in absolute darkness, burning with naked desire to kill!
Yellow-green, scarlet, deep blue... densely packed, like will-o'-the-wisps, silently surrounding the entire Golden Fang Tribe.
"Enemy attack! It's Molten Iron Tribe's monster!"
"Ballista! Load the ballista quickly!"
"Lighting! We need light!"
Goblin The screams of the guards exploded in the dead silence, with uncontrollable trembling.
The searchlight was turned on in panic, and the beam of light swept in vain in the thick darkness, only illuminating a small area at the forefront of the encirclement.
It was the ferocious and twisted face of Ogre, its fangs dripping with saliva; it was Gray-maned Werewolf's arched back, its claw blades reflecting the cold light; it was the heavy Iron Hoof of men and horses, crushing the ground step by step.
Far above in the night sky, huge shadows rose and fell in the darkness, then appeared.
The giant dragons hovered in the night sky, tearing apart the silence of the night with their wings waving, and the invisible pressure was like a cold iron hoop, tightening the heart of every Goblin.
The operator's finger was on the trigger, but he didn't dare to press it.
Although the anti-aircraft crossbows Alchemical Heavy Cannon had been loaded, they did not dare to fire them. The Goblins driving the Mecha Golems did not dare to take a step beyond the limits. They retreated step by step in front of the Molten Iron Warriorss who were pressing forward step by step.
"It's over... it's all over...Grand Workshop Master is no longer here..."
An old Goblin elder collapsed on the ground, muttering to himself, his cloudy eyes full of despair.
Alchemy Legion was defeated, and the news of Scott's death in the southwest of the Border Mountains had already spread back. Golden Fang Tribe's back was broken and he lost his confidence.
Goblin's nature is cowardly.
When they lost their shelter, when their proud legion was defeated, although they still had the alchemy machine to fight, they had no desire to resist.
"The bastards!"
"Drop your weapons and kneel down!"
Sounds like thunder sounded from the mouths of Iron Dragon and the red dragon. They surrounded the majestic Red Iron Dragon and circled around it.
Goblin's knees went weak and they fell to their knees like wheat.
But just when the tribe's panic was about to turn into a complete collapse.
In the center of the tribe, the core Palace that symbolizes the authority of Grand Workshop Master, deep in the foundation that has been silent for a hundred years, there is a dull roar, like the heartbeat of the earth.
Buzz--boom! Buzz--boom!
The entire Golden Fang Tribe ground was shaking, and cracks continued to extend like spider webs.
The outer wall skin of the Palace fell off, exposing the main body made of steel.
Immediately afterwards, in the eyes of countless Goblins who were surprised, Palace of Grand Workshop Master actually came to life!
Thick steam mixed with dazzling arcane energy flow violently spurted out from the exhaust hole of the Palace base.
The thick armor plates covering the surface flipped, slid, and reorganized layer by layer like the scales of a giant beast.
Huge gears bite and rotate crazily inside, emitting a deafening metallic roar. The top structure collapses downwards and shrinks. Thick and suffocating mechanical arms extend from both sides, while the base bulges upwards and deforms.
Eventually.
A huge statue like a small hill appeared.
Garos narrowed his eyes slightly.
"It's really weird."
At the same time, Steel Giant stood up straight, his movements carrying an inhuman sluggishness and precision, and the stretching of every joint carried the sound of mechanical operation.
Its standing posture seems to hold up the entire crumbling Golden Fang Tribe sky.
"Big...Grand Workshop Master?!"
"Scott-sama! Is that you?!"
The desperate Goblins seemed to have grasped the last straw, bursting into cries and fanatical cheers as if they were surviving a disaster.
Their fear was swept away, and they all stood up again, cheering. "Great workshop owner, kill all these monsters!"
However.
The Colossus did not respond to Goblin's call.
Its eyes shot out Blue Dragon light, sweeping through the darkness and the giant dragon hovering in the sky, and then became stagnant.
[Analyze the environment. Threat assessment. Strength ratio between the enemy and ourselves. Combat deduction and tribe continuation possibility calculation]
[Resistance: winning rate 11%, possibility of tribe continuation approaching zero, optimal solution: surrender]
In the dull, desperate and unbelievable eyes of countless Goblin, the giant statue that had just ignited their hope, like the most humble servant, slowly and extremely heavily knelt down on one knee in front of Red Iron Dragon.
All the weapons on its body were retracted, and the energy light gradually dimmed, like a beast that had put away its claws.
Immediately afterwards, on the lowered head of the giant Golem, the armor cracked, and a Goblin walked out. Judging from the appearance and dress, he was Grand Workshop Master, who looked like a young man.
"Noble dragon, please accept the allegiance of the Golden Fang Tribe."
"As long as you are willing to forgive Golden Fang Tribe's offense, Golden Fang Tribe is willing to pay any price."
He also knelt down, maintaining a humble posture, but his voice contained no emotion, every word.
"It turns out to be Alchemical Construct."
Red dragon Samantha had a glimmer of detection spell in his eyes, and then he blinked, showing an expression of surprise.
She smacked her lips with interest and said thoughtfully, "Garos, the leader of the Golden Fang Tribe is probably dead long ago. This Grand Workshop Master is the construct he left behind with Alchemy."
"You have a sharp eye."
Grand Workshop Master said.
Garos lowered his eyes and looked at Grand Workshop Master, and said in a calm tone, "I need to know more."
"As you wish."
Goblin talks about his birth.
When Grand Workshop Master Scott reached the end of his life, he chose to retreat in his own Palace.
Unfortunately, due to Borderlands's meager resources and rare knowledge inheritance, and during the period when his mind was clearest, he spent almost all his time studying Golem and developing the tribe, so that when he reached old age, even if he was extremely talented, he could not create a way to extend his life in the limited time.
On his deathbed, Grand Workshop Master chose Alchemical Ascension.
He used Alchemy to merge his soul with the Palace, turning it into Intelligent Golem.
Goblin people also gradually understood.
The one they admired, Alchemist, who led the clan to rise from its humble beginnings, has long since died.
This is just the cold legacy left by Scott, a Alchemical Intelligence that exists for "continuation". It has no honor, no anger, no unwillingness, only rational and intelligent logic.
"Alchemical Intelligence. Your performance in the war makes me doubt your words."
Red Iron Dragon said.
He thought this war with the Golden Fang Tribe would take longer.
However, the Goblins stationed themselves in Fertile Plain and built a base regardless of potential risks, which directly ruined them.
"Don't give me gold, teach me the fire that turns stone into gold."
Grand Workshop Master said, "This is the life motto written by my predecessor, and it is also the original intention of my birth. The meaning of my existence is not to fight, but to guide and train Alchemist, so that Golden Fang Tribe can continue to exist forever without relying on me."
He is not good at war.
Regarding the strategy for fighting Molten Iron Tribe, he mainly tried his best to summarize a suitable decision through the reports of Goblin elders.
Garos roughly understands the situation.
No wonder, Golden Fang Tribe can have so many Alchemist, the reason behind it is actually here.
"Show me your smart core."
Red Dragon Samantha said.
As Alchemist, she knows that every Intelligent Golem has a core existence, which is used to integrate and process chaotic information, and to form "thinking".
Grand Workshop Master didn't hesitate.
The armor on the back neck of Golem was opened, revealing an octahedral structure, which was engraved with the core of Alchemy Rune. The red dragon Samantha looked at it carefully and said to Garos, "It is really Intelligent Golem with such an exquisite structure, and it is very valuable to us."
I saw that Grand Workshop Master can compete with Garos and completely crush the power of other Young Adult Dragon.
Red Dragon Samantha is looking forward to Alchemy even more.
In her opinion, even Goblin can have such attainments, and a noble self will definitely be able to achieve even more outstanding achievements.
Of course, she is not interested in Alchemical Ascension and turning herself into an intelligence. She mainly focuses on using Alchemy to create various types of equipment and using runes to strengthen herself.
"Unexpected harvest."
"After the Molten Iron Tribe, maybe there will be no shortage of Alchemist."
Garos looked at Grand Workshop Master with the eyes of appreciating works of art, and also scanned the dead silence of the tribe.
"Your wisdom will fuel the furnace of molten iron, and your destiny will be defined by the shadow of the dragon's wings."
he said.
No haggling, no pretentiousness.
This is an unquestionable verdict from the victor.
"Thank you for your tolerance."
The giant Golem is the main body of Grand Workshop Master, which gradually transformed into the Palace, sitting quietly on the surface, and the construct that looks like Goblin is his "doppelgänger" that is more convenient for movement.
"Golden Fang Tribe All Goblin, give up resistance and surrender to Lord of Molten Iron."
Grand Workshop Master said.
In fact, needless to say, from the moment they realized that Grand Workshop Master was just a construct, not "Legendary Realm", almost all the Goblins knelt down again, silently praying in their hearts that the dragon would accept the allegiance of the Golden Fang Tribe and gain a chance to survive.
There are also a few outliers.
He angrily scolded Intelligent Golem for deceiving them and insulting the honor of the Golden Fang Tribe. He was unwilling to surrender. Then, before the monsters could take action, he was crushed to death by the alchemy machine controlled by Grand Workshop Master.
After that.
Part of the elite battle group is stationed at Black Iron Plain.
As time went by, the base areas and resource points that originally belonged to the Golden Fang Tribe were quickly taken over, and the territory of the Molten Iron Tribe gradually expanded to the entire southern part of Borderlands. Gnoll and Kobold, which were breeding very fast and could hardly be raised without restrictions, finally found a place to be used.
And when Molten Iron Tribe was developing in full swing.
Borderlands northwest, Red Maple Valley.
"Deborah has been with Borderlands during this time."
The man with silver hair and flawless handsomeness frowned and said, "She told me that she left Borderlands to take risks, but that was not the case."
"I am at Borderlands but do not return to Red Maple Valley, pretending to be adventuring outside."
[Frostmark]Aldri in human form was a little confused and unhappy. "What on earth is Deborah doing?"
Red-Silver Dragon has Tracking Mark secretly set up by Aldri. He has always been aware of Red-Silver Dragon's whereabouts.
Thinking of Deborah's evasive excuse in the previous communication, saying that she was taking risks, Silver Dragon felt that she must be hiding something from herself.
It is necessary to go and take a look at the situation.