The dividing line between the Dawn Tribe and Ironblood Tribe.
Thundercliff.
Brunhilde stood on the top of the cliff, his helmet inlaid with mammoth tusks glowing blue under the thunderclouds. The strong wind was coming, blowing his wolfskin cloak, which sounded like a hunting flag. His exposed skin was covered with tattoos, his muscles were like cast steel, and his body was like an iron tower.
He is the leader of the Dawn Tribe, the wild Barbarians who controls the power of Rage.
Before Rage was activated, Brunhilde looked like a calm human leader, with steady eyes and a calm face, but his body gave people the feeling of a mixture of many different temperaments, as if he was not a person, but a "group of people".
In fact, it's roughly the same.
If a creature that is proficient in True Sight looks carefully, it can be seen that there are many phantoms floating around Brunhilde, and each phantom has a leader-like temperament, either wise and calm, or calm and self-confident, or unyielding. They are completely different.
Wild Barbarians There are many branch paths that you can choose after level 3.
Such as Giant Path, Totem Warrior Path, Berserker Path, Wild Magic Path. Among the many paths, the path taken by Brunhilde is called Ancestor Guardian.
When the living respect the culture of their ancestors and fight for the continuation of their tribe.
The souls of their ancestors will also guide the living and protect the living.
And when a wild Barbarians Rage who embarks on this path becomes violent, he comes into contact with Spirit World, clearly feels the existence of the ancestor souls, and obtains various powers through different ancestor souls.
Brunhilde Looking to the south.
As far as he could see, he could see the endless sky and earth, with the sun shining down calmly. However, he saw the flames of war raging, the sky being set on fire, and the earth turning into scorched earth.
"Molten Iron Tribe."
Brunhilde turned to look at Orc standing on the other side and said, "Ugosh, Molten Iron Tribe are gradually digesting Golden Fang Tribe, getting stronger every day, we can't wait any longer."
Orc's body is tall and burly, stronger than Brunhilde.
He has a sloping forehead, protruding jaw, obvious fangs and rough green skin. He is about the same height as a human, but his body width is much wider than that of a human.
Orc Due to the nature of the race, the tribe is rich in warriors and wild Barbarians.
Ugosh is the same as Brunhilde, and also Barbarians.
However, the branching pathways of the two are different.
Ugosh's Barbarian Path is the totem warrior.
This can be seen from the war bear skull shoulder pads, eagle feather cloak, wolf claw necklace and other clothing that symbolize the totem beast on his body.
The wild Barbarians that walks on Totem Warrior Path will use the beast soul as a guide, protector and source of strength. When Rage, the beast soul essence will instill supernatural power into the wild Barbarians, injecting magical power into its violence.
"The Snake-mans of the Venomtail Tribe haven't given a reply yet. These indecisive guys said they would think about it for a few more days."
Orc said in a rough tone.
Brunhilde sneered and said, "Those reptiles in the swamp are not trustworthy. They lack the glory of blood and bravery. They only like to play with cheap magic methods. They cannot be counted on at the critical moment."
Ugosh nodded heavily. "When the war with the Molten Iron Tribe is over, we will work together to crush Venomtail Snake-men."
"Okay! I haven't noticed those Snake-mans for a long time."
The human responded.
Venomtail Tribe is very partial to subjects and lacks frontal combat capability.
Among them, only Six-Armed Snake Woman Sword Saint makes them more afraid. Although there are many other Warlock Shamans, they do not pose much threat to wild Barbarianss of their level. Besides, they also have soldiers under their command, and the existence of Warlock Shamans is more comprehensive than Venomtail Tribes.
At this time, Orc grinned with fangs exposed and a vicious smile.
He said to humans, "After this, Brunhilde, are you ready for a decisive battle with me? Decide the outcome and life and death, and determine the final ownership of Borderlands."
Brunhilde looked directly into Orc's eyes and said, "Victory will eventually belong to me, Ugosh. If you beg me for mercy then, I will spare your life."
Ugosh patted his chest. "Orc will never be a slave. Death is glory to us, but I don't think you can bring me death." He made no secret of his malice and said to humans, "You are a powerful opponent, but I will eventually break your neck and peel off your skin as a trophy."
Brunhilde and Ugosh.
Both are wild Barbarians, and they are the leaders of two major tribes.
They have a close cooperative relationship and are also competitors. They have had many private battles, but they have never entered the Rage state. That's it.
They know very well that once Rage fights to the death, it will almost be a fight to the death, which also means that Dawn Tribe and Ironblood Tribe will go into full-scale war, and it will be life or death.
Borderlands Several major tribes coexist.
If they start a full-scale war, it will only give other tribes an opportunity to take advantage of it, which is meaningless.
But when Borderlands is left, only Li Ming and Ironblood are left. The two have promised a long time ago that they will have a sacred and honorable duel to decide the ownership of Borderlands.
"That's for the future. Now let's talk about how to deal with the Molten Iron Tribe."
Brunhilde said, "We cannot place our hopes on the Venomtail Tribe. Those Snake-man are capricious, dark and cunning, and are not trustworthy."
Orc, who is straightforward, also dislikes Snake-man.
Ugosh nodded and said in a low voice, "My sword is thirsty for blood, and I can't wait to chop off Dragonkin's head."
Not only for the future of the tribe, but also for himself.
If he kills enough Dragonkin, he will most likely be able to condense Dragon Soul Essence Totem, and by then, he will become more powerful.
"Dawn Tribe's warriors are ready for war."
"Ironblood Tribe's warriors are eager to fight and shed blood."
The two spoke straightforwardly and did not mince words. After some exchanges, they quickly reached an agreement. They were ready to no longer wait for the Venomtail Tribe and were determined to go to war with the Molten Iron Tribe.
Just then.
Suddenly an urgent message came.
Brunhilde stared hard, took out Communication Stone from his arms, and received the message.
--The soldiers of the Molten Iron Tribe are marching towards Blackstone Pass.
Blackstone Pass, one of the key thoroughfares from the south to the north.
On both sides of it are steep, rugged and dangerous mountains with many monsters and beasts, making it difficult to pass. In front and behind is an endless plain with a wide view.
Molten Iron Tribe's army has a clear goal and is gradually approaching Blackstone Pass.
The noise caused by their march was discovered by the sentry of the Dawn Tribe.
Densely packed, almost countless Gnoll, Kobold, Lizardfolk, as well as a small number of Ogre, men and horses and other elites formed a large-scale legion, stepping across the open plain area, approaching Blackstone Pass step by step.
"Okay, okay, instead of continuing to digest Golden Fang Tribe and consolidate the territory, they are coming to kill us."
Brunhilde sneered, "Molten Iron Tribe's dragon is very courageous and courageous."
Ugosh roared and said in a deep voice, "If you want a war, then let them do what they want! First, Blackstone Pass, let Molten Iron Tribe know how powerful we are!"
Blackstone Pass is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Molten Iron Tribe will definitely have to pay a heavy price here.
"The first battle is very important to us. It is a great opportunity to boost morale and is related to the fighting spirit of the soldiers who follow."
"I will mobilize some warriors from other tribe strongholds to support Blackstone Pass."
Brunhilde said.
Blackstone Pass belongs to the Dawn Tribe, and humans have the largest number of defenders here.
Wild Barbarians, warriors and even a few Spellcaster.
Ugosh nodded and said solemnly, "Ironblood Tribe will send an elite team of berserker warriors to Blackstone Pass to tear those molten iron monsters into pieces."
Immediately afterwards, leaving behind a communication method to contact each other, the two tribal leaders left Thundercliff.
Humans of the Dawn Tribe, Orc of the Ironblood Tribe.
They had been mobilized in advance and were already in preparation for war.
As orders were issued, a large number of soldiers gathered towards Blackstone Pass, waiting for the arrival of the Molten Iron Tribe army.
Dragon Valley The setting sun dyes the rock wall blood-colored, and Red-Silver Dragon Deborah's silver-white scales reflect the light of the sunset.
She tilted her head, doubts flashing in her eyes. "Garos, the size of the troops you sent to Blackstone Pass is not small, but the main force is Gnoll, Kobold and Lizardfolk. Can these low-level family members really conquer such a dangerous pass? If the first battle is defeated, the morale of the tribe will probably plummet."
Through previous curious inquiries, she learned about the Molten Iron Tribe's first move against Blackstone Pass, and felt a little puzzled by this.
Red Iron Dragon smiled slightly and said, "They are just cannon fodder for a feint attack. No matter how many they die, it doesn't matter."
"Blackstone Pass is a key link for surface creatures, but for us, it is just a scratch on the map. We dragons control the sky, and there is no pass that can stop us. When the war surrounding Blackstone Pass intensifies, that's when we really start to take action."
Those powerful kingdoms and empires also have alerts in their airspace.
If you travel recklessly and are locked, you may even be attacked by Magic Satellite.
But in a remote place like Borderlands, there is no need to worry about this problem. Dragonkin is almost free to fly in the sky, and safety issues need to be considered only when it falls to the earth.
Red-Silver Dragon roughly understands what Garos means.
The problem is, it would be too cruel to let so many family members and so many living beings be used as cannon fodder.
"But then again, these are necessary sacrifices on the road to order."
As a hybrid of Metal Dragon, Deborah belongs to the good camp.
But the good camp does not mean that one must have a compassionate heart.
If a kind knight who abides by order is falsely accused of blackmail while helping a weak person, considering that such behavior will destroy social order, it is normal for the knight to draw his sword on the spot and kill the framer on the spot, even if the other person is a vulnerable group, he will not show mercy.
Red-Silver Dragon blinked, feeling that Garos was really resolute and decisive, and he should be this King of the Borderlands.
"Where is the Snake-man tribe? Just let them reap the benefits as they wish?"
Red-Silver Dragon asked again.
Venomtail Tribe and Red-Silver Dragon have no favorable impressions of the Venomtail Tribe, who is vacillating like a wallflower, claiming to be neutral, but actually waiting for the opportunity to gain the greatest advantage.
"If they had surrendered from the beginning, I would have given them a good status."
"But they chose to sit on the sidelines and want to take advantage of everything."
A sneer appeared on Red Iron Dragon's lips, "How can there be such a good thing in the world, and now you want to sell it at a price? After the war, I want them to pay back ten times the price."
Good or bad, I like it.
Red-Silver Dragon blinked, feeling that the cold Garos was even more charming.
"Garos, let's exercise together, please guide me."
The feeling of Red Iron Dragon's fiery claws caressing her body came to mind, and she twisted her tail unconsciously and whispered.
"Now is not the time."
Red Iron Dragon declined Deborah's invitation to exercise. "The battle situation is changing rapidly. I need to focus. Let's talk about it later."
"Okay."
Deborah said slightly disappointed, then ran to the other side to play a guessing game with Fairy Dragon Vera.
Red Iron Dragon was entrenched on the spot, listening to the discussion and battle situation in Ignas Siblings Chat Group through Blood Kin Chain, while silently adjusting his status in preparation for the next battle.
Borderlands, Blackstone Pass.
The setting sun is like blood, spreading its bright red light to the earth.
Kobold Doug Licking his fangs, he looked at the heavily guarded pass ahead.
Behind Doug, a dense army of molten iron spread out on the plain in front of the pass.
Gnoll is hunched over, his fur rising and falling with his breathing. Kobold is pawing the ground anxiously with his short claws. The fine scales on his body reflect an oily shimmer in the sunlight. The tall Ogre is wearing heavy armor, and its heavy breathing is like a worn-out bellows. On the outside, Lizardfolk is like a shadow on the ground. The man and horse warriors are uneasily tapping Iron Hoof, and the bow strings are tightening and the buzzing is subtle but harsh.
"Do you smell it? The smell of fresh meat."
Doug's dragon-like head raised, and a thunderous roar sounded from its mouth.
"Boys!"
"Tear open that gap! For the great Lord of Crimson Wings, for the sake of the Molten Iron Tribe!"
After a brief pause, he spread out his natural wings and shouted, "Attack!"
The next moment, like a dam bursting, the ground trembled, and the black tide surged toward the pass.
Gnoll is the first wave to hit the iron wall.
They got down on all fours and burst out at astonishing speeds, their skinny bodies stretched into black shadows as they sprinted.
Gnoll The little boss "Yellow Fang" Lak rushed at the front, his claws almost scratching out sparks on the hard ground, getting closer and closer to the Dawn Tribe giant gate in the middle of the pass.
At this time, a dull echo suddenly sounded from the top of the cliff.
Woo--woo--
The thick sound of horns is like muffled thunder, rolling across the plains and passes.
The next moment, death fell from the sky.
On the cliff, countless black spots poured down, with a scream that tore the air.
It was a dense rain of arrows.
They easily penetrated Gnoll's simple leather armor, tearing muscles and breaking bones.
The left leg of a running Gnoll was instantly nailed to the ground. It howled and struggled miserably, trying to pull out the bone arrow, and then the second arrow penetrated its neck, ending its wail.
"Disperse charge!"
Gnoll The leader roared in his mouth and rolled to avoid an iron arrow that was shot at him. The tip of the arrow was deeply wedged into the ground where he was just standing. Around him, more of his companions were transformed into twitching corpses or wailing wounded under the rain of arrows. The blood quickly gathered into small streams, winding in the ravines on the ground.
With the rain of arrows falling.
Gnoll, who was at the front, fell instantly, but the monsters that followed directly carried the bodies of their dead companions as shields and continued to charge forward.
After paying the price of many corpses.
The molten iron monsters finally approached Blackstone Pass.
The rain of arrows was still falling, and spells such as Fireball Spell, Lightning Chain, Ice Spike also began to exert their power, making each step of advancement difficult.
At the same time.
While Gnoll and Kobold were attracting firepower, Lizardfolk warriors who were good at stealth had quietly approached the pass.
On the steep and almost vertical rock wall, dozens of Lizardfolk, invisible to the naked eye, were climbing rapidly upwards like giant geckos.
The front ends of their slender claws are rough horny hooks, which are deeply embedded in the crevices of rocks, making them feel like they are walking on flat ground.
Their target was the protruding stone platforms in the middle of the cliff.
--Dawn Tribe's archer position.