Before Flower Knight fell into coma, he appealed to Garos to stop the war. However, Garos's heart remained calm and he did not issue any ceasefire instructions as he wished.
Red Iron Dragon threw the human knight on the ground in front of him, and then played with it casually like a toy.
After confirming that the knight was indeed in a deep coma and unresponsive, Garos's heavy paws slowly lifted up and lightly stepped on the human's frail body.
Just in case, if this body shows the slightest abnormality.
Garos's claws will step hard in an instant, crushing it completely.
Immediately.
Garos lowered his huge head, his eyes reflecting the battlefield below soaked in blood and fire.
The human warriors and the dragon relatives were still fighting fiercely. The roars, the clash of weapons, and the burst of spells were heard all the time, tearing the night apart Shatter.
Perhaps it's because of the Albert Family's long-term brainwashing training and strict military discipline.
Even though the elite private army under the count has been completely suppressed and at an absolute disadvantage, suffering heavy casualties and the crumbling defense line, there is still no sign of collapse at this moment.
Those human warriors wearing broken armor were like trapped animals in a desperate situation. They screamed hysterically in despair, shouting for the illusory glory of their family, and fought one after another in a hopeless life-and-death battle.
Garos is very clear.
Under such circumstances,
If he calls for a truce, most of his family members will stop fighting immediately due to their absolute awe and loyalty to him.
But what about the enemy?
Garos It is almost certain that these warriors who have been brainwashed by their family honor will not stop, but will most likely seize this moment of respite to launch an even more ferocious counterattack.
The family members died in the cruel ordeal of blood and fire, Garos is not unable to accept it calmly.
Because the battlefield itself is the harshest furnace, any warrior who can survive this Hell will be tempered to become stronger and tougher.
Calm seas can never produce truly strong and fearless sailors.
There are absolutely no flowers that can withstand strong winds and rains blooming in a greenhouse.
Molten Iron Tribe's proud elite division was born and grew up in countless battles on the verge of life and death.
But.
Even if ten Flower Knight kneel in front of him and beg, he will never make a stupid decision that may lead to increased casualties among his loyal family members just to take care of the enemy's meager life.
The so-called kindness should never come at the cost of betraying one's own tribe.
And as time goes by.
Under Red Iron Dragon's quiet gaze, the noise and roar on the battlefield finally came to an end.
Bang!
A dull and huge impact suddenly sounded.
Taking advantage of the gap where Dire Wolf General had just barely resisted the blow from Iron Dragon Sorog's heavy dragon claw, the red dragon Samantha launched a fatal pounce from behind like a predator that had been waiting for the opportunity for a long time.
She turned her huge, hard and extremely heavy body into a weapon and slammed into Dire Wolf General's back covered with rune armor.
With one against many, the powerful Rune Knight was stretched thin and had no time to turn around or mobilize his large shield with Defense Rune engraved on it to block.
Peiran Moyu's Colossal Strength instantly destroyed his balance and knocked his strong body to the ground.
He struggled awkwardly, and just barely managed to turn his body over, his vision was filled with black shadows.
Three huge shadows fell from the sky at the same time.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three loud and dull sounds exploded in succession, as if the heart of the earth was being hammered.
The hard ground shook violently, and thick dust rose up like an explosion, swallowing up the area instantly.
The harsh sounds of metal twisting and runes wailing could be faintly heard in the dust.
When a strong wind carrying gunpowder smoke passed by, slightly blowing away the diffuse dust.
Iron Dragon Sorog's giant claws are like iron pliers, firmly grasping a dying figure, like a candle in the wind.
The rune armor that Dire Wolf General was proud of was already in ruins Shatter. His rune giant sword and the strong shield had long been blown away and disappeared, and the shining runes on his body also collapsed and dissipated one after another like extinguished candles.
His Mighty Physique, which had expanded due to the secret technique, also shrank sharply at this moment, returning to the fragile body of an ordinary human being.
The battle situation on the other side is also settled.
The Cold Blade Storm summoned by Lord Ice Deer was like countless flying ice crystal razors, crushing the barrier of Warding Mage.
Before the mage could construct another spell to protect himself, a white shadow as fast as lightning tore through the battlefield.
Lord White Tiger leaped over with a shriek that ripped through the air, and his sharp claws flashing with cold light accurately pressed Warding Mage's body that was trembling with fear.
Almost at the same time, Alchemist, who was proficient in guns, also ushered in her defeat.
The huge body of Giant Snake Lord, covered with solid scales, withstood the dense gunfire pouring out from Alchemist, which clanged on the scales but only left some white marks, approaching like a mudslide crushing everything.
The huge and cold snake tail suddenly rolled out, like the most flexible steel cable, instantly tightly wrapping Alchemist.
The middle-level human leaders around them, such as heavy armor warrior commanders, cavalry captains, etc., are also unable to protect themselves at this moment and are in a desperate situation.
They were besieged layer by layer by the violent Ogre, the swift centaur warriors, the bloodthirsty Giant Wolf... and every slash seemed in vain.
After just a few seconds, the situation was no longer in doubt.
Warding Mage was unable to move under the sharp claws of White Tiger. Alchemist was wrapped in a giant snake and his face was pale. In addition, Dire Wolf General was as strong as a hairspring in Sorog's claws. All the highest-level leaders of the Albert Family's elite private army were captured.
Until this moment.
Seeing the scene where all the leaders were defeated and captured, the remaining morale pillar in the hearts of the remaining human warriors finally completely collapsed and was shattered.
On the other side, Garos, standing on the edge of the battlefield, captured this decisive moment.
He suddenly raised his head with majestic dragon horns, his chest was beating, and he let out a majestic dragon roar into the deep night sky that penetrated the sky and announced victory and end.
The sound waves containing Dragon Lord's will were like invisible ripples, instantly passing through the chaotic battlefield.
The blood relatives who received this clear instruction immediately understood it.
Iron Dragon Sorog grabbed the prisoner and flew into the air, a heavy and cold sound like the collision of steel resounded throughout the battlefield, drowning out all the moans and wails.
"Those who kneel live! Those who stand die!"
These eight words hit the heart of every surviving human warrior.
Upon hearing this, the vast majority of the soldiers who had long lost their will to resist immediately dropped their weapons in order to survive, smashed their knees heavily on the blood-soaked ground, and buried their heads deeply.
The fate of the few die-hards who are so brainwashed by their family's glory that they attempt to fight the last trapped beast has already been doomed.
The cold blade fell mercilessly, and the hot blood spattered. Their heads rolled to the ground, and the warm blood flowed on the ground, eventually converging into dazzling dark red streams that exuded a strong fishy smell.
Garos stared carefully, silently counting the number of prisoners, and finally counted dozens of them.
However, it was not a fluke that these people survived to the end.
Most of them are the elite of this private army, veterans of hundreds of battles who have supported the skeleton, and there are also a few middle-level leaders who were lucky enough to survive.
The reason why these people were left alive was naturally not because of Flower Knight's pale request.
Long before sending out his troops to fight, Garos had already thought about the follow-up.
He knew very well that living and valuable captives were sometimes far more meaningful than cold corpses.
Especially the three senior leaders on the prisoner list.
--Rune Knight, Alchemist, anti-Warding Mage.
It took Albert Family generations of real money and countless resources to cultivate such three top professionals.
The former marquis head of this family was once a general in the army, and his background was far beyond that of ordinary earl families.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible to cultivate such a powerful private force.
"At this moment, I am truly qualified to negotiate."
Garos thought silently in his heart.
He knows better than anyone else that the competition at the negotiation table is never about verbal skills, but the chips in each other's hands and the strength behind them. Molten Iron Tribe has proven its strength with a complete victory.
From now on, Albert Family will be like sleeping among thorns, having trouble sleeping and eating.
It is worth emphasizing that Garos is naturally suspicious and insecure.
He instinctively tends to completely destroy all enemies, eradicate them at their root, and avoid future troubles forever.
Indeed, the core foundation of the Albert Family, which has been operating for many years, is located in the south, and its forces are intertwined. Molten Iron Tribe, which is mainly located in Ser Wilderness, is indeed beyond the reach of the Molten Iron Tribe in a short period of time and cannot directly uproot it.
He can temporarily tolerate Albert Family continuing to exist on the map.
But with Garos's character, once he accumulates enough strength or finds an effective way to launch a fatal blow across geographical restrictions, he will not hesitate to completely wipe out and uproot this enemy who has repeatedly opposed him at the first opportunity.
Soon after.
The noisy battlefield was completely silent, leaving only the pungent smell of Bloodshed mixed with gunpowder smoke that lingered in the air.
Regardless of the surviving prisoners or the cold corpses, the alchemical armor and sophisticated weapons that once shone on the Albert private army were meticulously stripped off by the Molten Iron Tribe soldiers and looted cleanly.
The battlefield was also efficiently cleaned by tribal warriors, all valuable materials were collected and classified, and useless debris was centrally processed.
Dozens of dejected and numb prisoners were shackled, forced by the sharp weapons of the tribal warriors, and escorted back to Creekwood Town.
When several giant dragons spread their wings, they passed over Creekwood Town like a dark cloud covering the sky.
When those captured private soldiers, as well as the mountains of blood-stained armor and broken weapons, were displayed in front of the townspeople.
Only then did the residents here more truly realize the terrifying power possessed by the Molten Iron Tribe.
Almost all people who live in Scale-Earth Rift Road this Chaos Lands all year round are aware of the grudges between the Molten Iron Tribe and Albert Family.
They all know it well:
Molten Iron Tribe will take over Scale-Earth Rift Road again, sooner or later, it will inevitably lead to the Albert Family's crusade.
But now, this expected crusade has met with an undoubted defeat.
Molten Iron Tribe, which has disappeared for more than 20 years, has made a comeback this time, with even more edge and power than before.
The young man Green Dragon who usually lives in Creekwood Town and is responsible for managing the daily affairs here is as weak as a docile baby bird compared with the several giant dragons that just passed through the sky and exuded deep Dragon Might.
The townspeople suddenly realized that Adolescent Dragon was probably just an insignificant leader in this huge group of dragons, far from the real core force.
How large is the true size of this dragon swarm?
What they have shown on this land is probably just the tip of the iceberg, just a scale and claw, far from the display of their full strength.
In the mixed emotions of Creekwood Town residents, which were mixed with shock, awe, and a sense of security due to the presence of a powerful protector. Time passed quietly, and it was a few days later.
Since the size and structure of the armor and weapons used by human warriors are completely inconsistent with the physical characteristics of the Molten Iron Tribe's burly and tall subordinate warriors, forcing them to use them will only be counterproductive.
If all of them were put into the furnace to be smelted into raw materials and then recast, it would consume a lot of valuable time and energy of the tribe's blacksmiths.
After weighing it, Molten Iron Tribe made a decision.
So.
Creekwood Town Those adventurers who licked blood with their swords were surprised to find out.
In the center of the town square, there are pairs of armors shining with Alchemy Rune light, well-forged and gleaming stainless steel spears, rune swords engraved with energy patterns... These extremely high-quality equipment and weapons are actually put up for sale at stalls with clearly marked prices.
Although most of the equipment inevitably left gaps and varying degrees of wear and tear in the fierce battles.
However, depending on the specific extent of the damage, the sale price will be reduced accordingly, making it particularly affordable.
And the equipment these adventurers snapped up was only a small amount.
The real bulk buyers are the major business groups that deal with Scale-Earth Rift Road.
Nowadays, the internal atmosphere of Federation is becoming increasingly tense, conflicts are surging, and high-quality weapons and equipment are in short supply. They are already hot commodities with a price but no market, and there is no need to worry about sales.
That's it.
Adventurers and merchants each obtained the weapons and profits they desperately needed.
And Molten Iron Tribe gained wealth and resources through this.
Those shining gold coins will not be completely hoarded and appreciated by Garos.
They will be like rolling snowballs. As the follow-up trade continues, they will be continuously transformed into strategic resources that the tribe desperately needs: turning into solid Alchemy Workshop rising from the ground, turning into towering fortifications guarding key points, turning into sentry towers on the cordon piercing the sky, allowing Molten Iron Tribe to lay an unshakable foundation deeper and more firmly on this lost and recovered precipitous land.