The cost of building Blood Kin Chain for the first time was not small. Gordon seemed to have something unspeakable, so he didn't say anything for a long time. As time went by, Sorog couldn't stand it anymore.
"Don't resist, let me finish Blood Kin Chain first."
"We'll discuss it in detail later."
After the words fell, Sorog began to build the last Blood Kin Chain, extending it towards Fat Iron Dragon's spiritual body.
Gordon hesitated for a few seconds - I guess the poor brothers who are still crawling around in the wilderness need to keep in touch?
He is no longer the naive and stupid Dragonling he used to be. He knows that what Sorog said back then was all deception. The two have only been together for a short time and their relationship is far from deep. Moreover, he doesn't think Sorog can achieve anything, so he may be in a worrying situation.
If it is Garos, it is reliable and powerful, so it is trustworthy.
When he hesitated, Blood Kin Chain had already extended in front of him.
In the end, although Iron Dragon Gordon hesitated, he did not resist and accepted Blood Kin Chain.
"Blood Kin Chain, it's done!"
Sorog Open your eyes.
He could clearly sense the existence of Garos, and could even vaguely sense the other party's emotions - calm, vigilant, like the deep and vast ocean.
As for Samantha, her mental fluctuations are like a violent flame that may burn out the connection at any time.
There is also Gordon, because the distance is too far, the connection is not stable, and it is looming.
But no matter what, the spell succeeded.
Now, no matter how far apart they are, as long as they are within the same continent, Ignas Siblings can communicate at a spiritual level.
Of course, Blood Kin Chain is not a very advanced psychic spell.
It will also be interfered with and blocked, but as far as daily communication is concerned, it is sufficient.
Iron Dragon looked down at his chest. With the completion of the spell construction, the blood was no longer flowing, which made him feel much better.
At the same time.
Borderlands, Northeast, Ten-Thousand Snake Marsh.
Biogas hangs like rotten silk on dead trees, the air is filled with moist water vapor, and the sunlight cuts into mottled light and shadow, bunches falling down.
This is the base camp of the Venomtail Tribe.
Counting their tails, the Snake-mans, with an average adult body length of more than six meters, are constantly patrolling around the swamp, and all kinds of secret curses and witchcraft are quietly spread.
Deep swamp.
Venomtail Tribe's meeting hall is built in the skeleton cavity of a giant snake that is half sunk in the mud.
Snake-man Warlock Salgon is currently entrenched on the mossy stone platform of the main seat, his slender snake tail silently slapping the wet ground.
In front of him, two visitors were exuding a smell that made his scales numb.
Ironblood Tribe's Orc Warlord Urom has blood-stained copper rings on his fangs, and his heavy breathing can be heard clearly from more than ten meters away; Dawn Tribe's wild Barbarians female warrior Bretta, her bare shoulders are covered with twisted tattoos, her hair tied into thick braids has a few yellowed bones, and her whole body is steaming with the heat of sweat and blood.
These two are the envoys sent by Ironblood and Dawn Tribe respectively.
The news that Molten Iron Tribe defeated and annexed Golden Fang Tribe was not hidden from humans and Orc.
Although they look down on the treacherous and despicable Goblin in their hearts, Alchemy Legion of the Golden Fang Tribe cannot be underestimated either.
Humans and Orc are deeply wary of the Molten Iron Tribe, who defeated Golden Fang Tribe and rose rapidly, and are unwilling to allow this strange tribe to continue to grow and develop.
For this reason, they have reached a unified idea and are ready to unite to deal with the Molten Iron Tribe, and attack before Molten Iron Tribe digests the fruits of victory and becomes invincible.
Now all that's left is Venomtail Tribe's statement.
Snake-man Warlock Salgon is a tribe leader and is responsible for talking to the tribe messenger at this time.
"Parseltongue!"
Urom was the first to break the silence, his voice was like two pieces of pig iron rubbing together, rough and unpleasant to hear. "Molten Iron Tribe That red iron hybrid dragon swallowed the gold tooth, and we will be next! Venomtail, Ironblood, Li Ming, must crush his throat like three fangs!"
His huge fist hit the stone table, causing several poisonous scorpions hiding in the gaps to flee in panic.
Bretta crossed his arms across his chest, his bronzed skin glowing with oil in the dim light.
Her voice was low and hoarse, and she said, "Urom is right, those dragons are ruthless in their methods. Golden Fang Tribe's Goblin has surrendered. After he has digested the gold teeth, the three of us will face him alone. We will all be skinned and cramped. We can only twist him into a rope and crush him and his family into slag together before his wings are hardened."
Her sharp eyes swept over the Snake-man warlock and said, "Venomtail's Warlock Shaman, plus Ironblood's warriors and our wild Barbarians, are enough to tear Molten Iron Tribe apart. When the time comes, Borderlands will still belong to us."
Directly compared to the original Orc.
Wild Barbarians can communicate better without being angry.
On the opposite side, Snake-man Warlock's tongue passed across his lips silently.
"The rise of the Molten Iron Tribe has indeed made the vipers in the swamp feel uneasy."
His voice was smooth and cold, like a poisonous snake swimming across cold wet rocks, completely different from humans and Orc.
"Ironblood Tribe's bravery and Dawn Tribe's determination have always been admired by us Venomtail Tribe."
His words were not as direct as humans and Orc, and his tone was soft and obscure.
Orc The warlord snorted impatiently, and the humid air filled with a stronger body odor, and said, "Stop talking in circles, Salgon! Just tell me, Venomtail's group of snakes will bite the red dragon bastard to death with us, or will they wait to be picked out one by one by him and made into snake soup?"
The human envoy was also a little displeased. He stared at the Snake-man warlock and said, "We are here with sincerity. Don't be pretentious and make twists and turns. Molten Iron Tribe is growing every moment. We need to make a decision as soon as possible."
Ironblood Tribe and Dawn Tribe both like to be direct.
The only difference between the two is that Orc is more rude, while humans are a little more rational, but when the wild Barbarians of the Dawn Tribe is angry, it will be more violent than Orc.
"The request from both of you... hiss... is very direct.
Warlock Snake-man said, "War, especially against top monsters like Dragonkin, is not wrestling in the arena. It requires precise venom, not blind collision. The power of the Venomtail Tribe lies in silent strangulation and patient waiting."
What are you talking about?!
Urom slammed the table and stood up, roaring irritably, "Salgon! Stop talking nonsense! Give me a quick answer!"
The surrounding Snake-man guards looked at the meeting hall with cold eyes.
The arrogant Orc didn't take it seriously and just stared at the warlock Snake-man angrily.
Bretta killed several poisonous mosquitoes lying on his arms sucking blood, and his eyes gradually became impatient.
Two barbaric, vulgar, brainless idiots, Snake-man Warlock leaned forward slightly and said, "The dose and timing of the poison determine whether it is a life-saving medicine or... a curse that accelerates death. We need a more careful plan and need to understand where Molten Iron Tribe's most vulnerable scales are. If you bite blindly, you will only be burned to ashes by Dragonflame."
Orc's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't stand Snake-man the warlock's long talk.
Mother-in-law, indecisive.
No wonder he only likes to hide behind and play with curses and spells, without any courage or glory.
He wanted to raise his fist, hit Warlock Snake-man in the face, and crush his head.
But considering the purpose of this trip and the fact that he was on someone else's territory, Warlord Orc was trying hard to suppress his anger.
Finally.
Snake-man Warlock got to the point.
"In three days... hiss...Venomtail Tribe's eldest Ancestral Spirit Shaman will conduct channeling, spy on the Molten Iron Tribe's weaknesses, and find out the gaps that are most suitable for the fangs to penetrate."
"Venomtail Tribe will give you a specific answer at that time."
Borderlands, Southeast, Steel Nail Outpost.
"First communicate with Garos and Samantha, try the effect of Blood Kin Chain, and talk about Gordon by the way."
Iron Dragon Sorog eased the cost of constructing the spell and recovered a lot of energy, Psionic Energy light lit up in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards.
With a feeling like a gentle tap on the blood, Garos and Samantha simultaneously received Sorog through Blood Kin Chain, which was sent at the spiritual level. Communication, and with Psionicist as the relay, Iron Dragon Sorog, Garos and Samantha can also sense each other's thoughts.
"Something big happened."
Iron Dragon's voice is serious and serious.
"Gordon is still alive. I used Blood Kin Chain to locate him."
He presented the mental body posture he saw to Garos and Samantha.
"What a fat pig. He has the characteristics of Iron Dragon. Is it Dragonblood Pig?! He looks very oily. It should be very delicious if it is roasted in a flame and sprinkled with some spices."
The red dragon drooled.
The first time she saw Fat Iron Dragon through the link, she didn't realize who it was.