In response to Iron Dragon's offensive behavior, Six-Armed Snake Woman Naris's vertical pupils suddenly shrank into thin lines.
She stood up slowly, stretched her arms folded in front of her like petals, and spread her slender fingers slightly.
Swish, swish, swish!
Six cold iron long swords broke through the water from the swamp, but there was not a single ripple on the water.
Venomtail Tribe is rich in warlocks and Shaman, but the leader of this tribe, Six-Armed Snake Woman Naris, is an out-and-out warrior and has a high status.
The warrior advanced branch she chose is--Sword Saint.
Sword Saint: The blending of soul and steel, blending life and soul into the edge of the sword, uniting man and sword, demonstrating its power.
Snake Woman looked at Iron Dragon coldly, his sword showing its edge, but he did not make a move rashly.
On the opposite side, Iron Dragon Sorog's scales spread slightly as he stared at Snake Woman's six arms spread out like a dance - each arm has a completely different starting point for holding the sword, but they form a perfect offensive and defensive system.
In the tense and solemn atmosphere, the frogs croaking deep in the swamp suddenly stopped.
"Six-Armed Snake-man Sword Saint. A unique combination of race and profession."
Iron Dragon's voice broke the dead silence. He did not hide his appreciation and said, "You are not only beautiful and wise, but also powerful."
Snake Woman's vertical pupils flashed dangerously, and the six long swords buzzed at the same time.
"This power is enough to peel off your scales piece by piece, completely remove your skeleton from the flesh and blood, and finally chop you into pieces."
Sorog flicked his tail in agreement. "I firmly believe this."
Immediately, he changed the topic and said, "But my safety is not important. Today I represent the entire Molten Iron Tribe, and even more -"
A silver dragon scale exuding a cold air suddenly appeared between his claws.
"--Frostmark Your Excellency's will."
When the silver scale came into view, Snake Woman's body visibly stiffened for a moment, and the fear in his eyes became even stronger.
Buzz--!
An old Snake-man Shaman elder waved his bone staff, and invisible ripples suddenly surged towards Snake Woman's body, flickered for a moment and then disappeared.
At the same time, Iron Dragon found that he could no longer sense Snake Woman's mental fluctuations.
Obviously, Elder Snake-man saw his identity as Psionicist and cast a spell as Snake Woman Sword Saint to block Iron Dragon's telepathy.
But Iron Dragon still looked normal.
After taking up the position of Psionicist, his insight into emotions has improved significantly. Even without psychic perception, he can detect Snake-man's emotional reaction only through her subtle expressions and body changes, but it is not as straightforward as psychic perception.
"Frostmark, Metal Dragon overlord of Borderlands."
Snake Woman forced his eyes away from the silver scales and said, "He is Silver Dragon, how could he have a relationship with you Evil Dragon?"
"Don't think that we know nothing about Dragonkin. Although we don't know how you obtained this scale, Silver Dragon Frostmark will never support you."
Regarding Snake Woman's suspicion, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Iron Dragon's mouth.
"Have you ever been a dragon? Of course."
He said with a hint of mockery, "The relationship between Dragon Race is complicated and never black and white. How can foreign creatures like you understand it? Your thoughts are just wishful thinking."
Iron Dragon held his head high and looked around, as if he was the lord of Ten-Thousand Snake Marsh.
Under the gaze of the snakes, he continued, "Besides, you have already seen Metal Dragon in our territory, haven't you?"
Snake Woman was silent.
After a few seconds, she said, "Iron Dragon, first tell me your purpose of coming. What are you here for?"
Sorog's expression suddenly became serious, and his voice became a little deeper, and he said, "No matter what the process is, no matter what price you pay in the process, Molten Iron Tribe will eventually become Borderlands's Overlord, but sooner or later."
"Naris, you are not those stupid fools like Barbarians and Orc. You know very well that this is a reality that cannot be changed."
He said unhurriedly, "Align with Li Ming and Ironblood, fight to the death with us, and then be severely hit, maimed and defeated, or choose to surrender to the Molten Iron Tribe in advance, so that after the war is over, you will still enjoy a transcendent status in Borderlands."
Iron Dragon gives two options.
"What guarantee do you have?" Snake Woman asked sharply and said, "We will not be used as cannon fodder after surrender? Such empty promises are meaningless. Venomtail Tribe will never surrender just because of a few beautiful words."
After hearing these firm words, Iron Dragon roughly understood Snake Woman's attitude and thoughts.
He shook his tail and then said, "I see valuable courage in you Snake-man, which is indeed worthy of admiration. But courage cannot change reality. Molten Iron Tribe will soon show enough power to make you change your mind."
Six-Armed Snake Woman coiled around the throne and said, "Then I will wait and see, but at least at this stage, don't expect to get Venomtail Tribe's allegiance. We have our own rules and judgments."
Iron Dragon smiled and said, "It takes a long time. I am very patient and will not rush."
Snake Woman considered his words and decided to reveal more information. "To tell you the truth, before you arrived, the messengers of Dawn and Ironblood Tribe had already been here, trying to persuade us to form an alliance to fight against you Molten Iron Tribe."
She narrowed her eyes and carefully observed Iron Dragon's reaction.
"This is what I expected."
Iron Dragon's reaction was surprisingly calm.
"However, you probably didn't agree to their proposal."
Snake Woman was secretly surprised by the calmness and calmness shown by this Iron Dragon - it was very different from her perception of Dragon Race being violent and irritable, and even made her begin to doubt some of her own inherent concepts.
"You were only half right."
She confessed frankly. "We had indeed decided to accept the invitation to form an alliance, but the scale of Frostmark you brought made my mind waver."
"We have decided to adopt a delaying strategy. We will neither explicitly agree to their request for alliance nor ally or surrender to you Molten Iron Tribe. As long as the war does not spread to our territory, Venomtail Tribe will remain absolutely neutral."
After more in-depth discussions and more specific details were determined by both parties, Iron Dragon Sorog finally left Ten-Thousand Snake Marsh.
Although he failed to directly obtain the allegiance of the Venomtail Tribe, his main purpose has been achieved.
--Successfully shaken Venomtail Tribe's determination to form an alliance with other tribes and pushed them to a neutral position.
"Chief, do you really believe that Silver Dragon Frostmark is secretly supporting Molten Iron Tribe?"
An old Shaman with a wrinkled face couldn't help but ask after Iron Dragon left.
Naris looked at the direction Iron Dragon was leaving and shook his head slowly. "This question is not important at all."
"If the coalition of humans and Orc defeats Molten Iron Tribe, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties, and we will be able to reap the benefits. On the other hand, if Molten Iron Tribe defeats miserably, we will also have the opportunity to take advantage of it."
"As for Silver Dragon Frostmark."
Her snake tail swayed slightly, and a shrewd light flashed in her eyes. "With his usual style of behavior, even if he intervenes, he will not directly destroy us. At most, he will issue a warning first. And if Molten Iron Tribe shows overwhelming strength, it will not be too late to swear allegiance at that time. In any case, we Venomtail Tribe will have room to escape unscathed."
In the southwest of Borderlands, the setting sun of Dragon Valley dyes the rock walls blood-red.
Garos slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the drum-like roar in the chest gradually subsided, ending today's Dragonheart Tempering.
The dewdrops condensed on the rock wall were shaken off by the aftershocks, and rolling heat waves spread out from the gaps in Red Iron Dragon's slightly opened and closed scales.
At this moment, a familiar throbbing came from the depths of his blood—that was the induction of Blood Kin Chain being triggered.
"Venomtail Tribe's attitude has been proven."
The voice of Sorog came. "These swamp reptiles are much more cunning than humans Orc, they only want to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight."
Although Six-Armed Snake Woman concealed it extremely well, he could not escape Psionicist's insight.
He carefully described the content of his conversation at the Venomtail Tribe and the reactions of Snake-man people.
"It makes sense that I would do the same thing."
Red Iron Dragon said, "When we crush Dawn and Ironblood, these Snake-man will kneel down."
Borderlands Originally, the leaders of the four major tribes were on the same level, basically at the same level as Grand Workshop Master Alchemical Colossus. There was not much difference between them.
If there are three of them facing each other at the same time, and they have some special methods to cooperate with each other, the situation will become very troublesome.
But if you only deal with two families, Red Iron Dragon's thorns are slightly hot from the fighting spirit, and Martial Dragon's energy surges faster in the body.
"By the way, I'm attracted to the leader of the Venomtail Tribe."
Iron Dragon said suddenly.
Garos nodded lightly and said, "Six-Armed Snake Woman. He has a good bloodline and is powerful. It is in line with your preferences. It is normal that you like it, but don't delay our great cause."
Iron Dragon spoke bluntly and said, "How does the desire of the lower body compare with the grand blueprint in our minds?"
"I'm not stupid White Scale. I can already control my desires and thoughts. If Snake Woman finally chooses to be our enemy, I will kill her without hesitation."
These words were as low as thunder and decisive.
For Iron Dragon, nothing can compare with the strong ambition to establish Dragonkin Realm. Moreover, he has no emotions for Snake Woman, only a little desire. Iron Dragon will not mess up his mind for this.
As for Iron Dragon Sorog and Garos, I feel more at ease, so I won't say more.
After thinking for a while, Red Iron Dragon asked:
"Sorog, tell me how this war should be conducted. What are your ideas?"
After a few seconds of calm, Iron Dragon Sorog's methodical and orderly voice came slowly. "Assuming that humans and Orc have completely united, their advantage is that the number of middle- and upper-level leaders and elite soldiers exceeds ours, and they have high tactical flexibility and can fight on multiple fronts."
"Our current situation is that there are sufficient numbers of Gnoll and Kobold at the bottom, and they are not afraid of losses. Their top-level combat power exceeds them, but they lack a sufficient number of middle- and upper-level leaders. The Golem produced by Alchemy Workshop can compensate for part of it, but it is still insufficient."
The war had just ended, and the Alchemy Golems of the Goblins were destroyed in large numbers, with not a single one left alive.
Although Alchemy Workshop operates day and night under the leadership of Samantha and the assistance of Grand Workshop Master, the number of newly produced War Golem is far from enough to fill the gap in the war.
"We have occupied the entire south and have many strongholds. However, we are short-term and our manpower is tight. The territory in the southeast has not been fully digested, making it difficult to fully defend."
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Time passed bit by bit, Sorog first analyzed the pros and cons of each other.
He used the skills of Psionicist, and now he was thinking carefully and quickly, and he quickly analyzed the situation of both parties thoroughly.
In the end, Sorog paused and concluded. "I suggest that we adopt the strategy of "decapitation at the top" and "consumption at the bottom" at the same time to make up for the disadvantage of the lack of middle-level people."
Garos nodded and praised, "Well, it's pretty much what I thought."
The voice paused for a moment, and Red Iron Dragon gradually stopped smiling and said seriously, "The war is imminent. We don't have time to slowly digest the fruits of victory and consolidate our territory. The coalition of humans and Orc may come at any time."
"Prepare for war. Send orders to Kin Leader in all major strongholds so that they can all prepare for war."
Immediately afterwards, instructions one after another were issued to the ears of each boss through Communication Artifact.
The war between the Molten Iron Tribe and Golden Fang Tribe has not long passed now, and the family members are still immersed in the afterglow of victory, roaring into the sky for the upcoming war, full of fighting spirit and high morale.
They know:
After this battle, the flags of the Molten Iron Tribe will be planted all over Borderlands.
And these creatures, no matter how humble their original race, all the molten iron family members who follow the great Lord of Crimson Wings will enjoy this honor and become Overlord of Borderlands.
That's when.
Even the low-level servants working on the Flowing Water Dragon Realm line must feel proud when they think that Molten Iron Tribe has dominated Borderlands.