"This will be the first time the dragons have officially revealed our true minions to the wilderness."
Garos was slowly hovering in the sky, with his head hanging down, overlooking the creatures fighting on his own below.
His soldiers, his retinue, are pouring out from carefully constructed strongholds deep in the wilderness.
At first it was a scattered trickle, but as time went by, these branches began to converge, collide, and merge.
The clang of iron armor rubbing against each other, the muffled sound of heavy footsteps trampling on the ground, the deep war roars and the screams of monsters intertwined into a depressing Ocean, eventually forming a huge and fierce legion, rolling over the wilderness with unstoppable momentum and surging towards Quenching Heights.
Quenching Heights, the target this time is undoubtedly a tough nut to crack.
For decades, Raymond Duchy spared no expense to build this place into the strongest nail in the Ser Wilderness zone. Its terrain is dangerous, with three sides as steep as chasms, and only one side left for the army to deploy, making it extremely easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Raymond Duchy has accumulated heavy troops here.
Sophisticated alchemical equipment, well-trained soldiers, powerful city defense weapons... constitute a formidable fortress.
Of course, with the Molten Iron Tribe's current power and willingness to pay a certain price, it is not difficult to conquer it.
But even so, Garos still decided to take action personally.
It stands to reason that a tribal leader like him should be like a sharp knife hidden deep in the lair, never moving until it is a matter of life and death or a decisive moment.
Exposing your trump card and combat mode prematurely is tantamount to showing your weaknesses.
This will give potential enemies an opportunity to analyze and target.
However, Garos has its own considerations.
On the one hand, for him who has taken up the job at Martial Dragon, the growth efficiency brought about by fierce battles is higher than that of daily exercise.
The battlefield is constantly changing, and various attacks can also temper him and adapt to improve various resistances.
On the other hand, he has a variety of completely different fighting forms and trump cards.
Appropriate exposure of some conventional skills, such as a certain breath characteristic, a certain special fighting technique, or even a seemingly powerful defensive stance, can confuse and mislead opponents, preventing them from finding out their true identity.
For Garos, the only thing that needs strict confidentiality at present is actually the existence of Dragon Jade.
This second life provides Garos with unparalleled fault tolerance.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
High in the sky, the fierce air currents brought about by the soaring dragons constantly stirred the clouds, loomingly revealing their huge and majestic figures.
Their huge wings stretched out under the sky are like battle flags flapping in the wind, giving endless confidence and courage to the thousands of dependents marching on the earth below.
Iron Dragon Sorog, Red Dragon Samantha, Blue Dragon Heriam, Red Dragon Kaxier.
In addition to Garos, these four dragons will also participate in this battle.
They are the claws of Garos and the fangs of the Molten Iron Tribe.
Tonight, they will jointly declare the existence and power of the Molten Iron Tribe to this cold wilderness.
The significance of this war against Quenching Heights is far more than the capture of a strategically important area. It will be a battle to establish the tribe's prestige, requiring a complete and unquestionable victory! Only in this way can the morale of the entire army be greatly boosted and lay the foundation for subsequent more intense and broader wars and expansion.
As for Black Dragon Seraphina and Green Dragon Ludwig, the former is better at Undead spells and Negative Energy environmental combat, while the latter is good at communication and life fields.
Neither is the best choice for a frontal attack.
They did not participate in the Quenching Heights recovery battle, but they also shouldered an important task. They were cleaning and transforming the captured Undead Lair in another hidden place, trying to build it into a core place for Dragonforged Transformation Ritual and make it another important base for the Molten Iron Tribe.
"Quenching Heights is not that far away from our Creekwood Territory base camp."
Iron Dragon Sorog's voice sounded in Garos's mind through the spiritual connection, "At the current normal speed of our legion, it won't be long before we arrive at the attack launch location late at night in a few days."
He paused slightly and added another important information, "In addition, Gordon has sent back the message."
"Crystal Princess Elina has made it clear that she will invest generously in our operation and will use her own methods to provide us with additional support."
At the same time, the corners of Red Iron Dragon's mouth opened into an arc that resembled a smile.
He looked into the distance, and a low voice passed through the sky like rolling thunder:
"Anyway, let the coming night burn."
Afterwards, the dragons soared and patrolled leisurely in the darkening sky. Under the huge dragon wings, Molten Iron Tribe and Thrall Legion moved forward on the earth like a tide, mighty and unswervingly advancing.
Time passed by minute by second in the solemn and solemn atmosphere.
A few days later, late at night.
Quenching Heights.
The night air here is cold, as if it smells like rust, and is as hard as iron.
The moonlight penetrated the low-hanging clouds and fell down, illuminating the huge city wall made of a mixture of huge granite blocks and fine steel, reflecting a faint and hazy metallic luster on its surface.
This fortress, which stands at a strategic location in the northwest of Ser Wilderness, was initially just a small outpost occupied by Raymond Duchy during the evacuation of the Molten Iron Tribe.
But after decades of continuous expansion and reinforcement.
It became Raymond Duchy's hardest nail in this wild land.
The city wall built around the station is thirty meters high, and its surface is covered with sharp metal barbs and energy conduction lines.
Every hundred meters there is a bastion protruding, with a magic crystal cannon of astonishing caliber mounted on it. The blue energy core slowly rotates deep in the barrel, like the heart of a sleeping giant beast.
On the city wall, there are soldiers wearing standard alchemy armor.
The joints of their armors are embedded with miniature weight-reducing Magic Array, but their steps are as heavy as iron. When they patrol, they make a clanging sound on the ground. Only cold and alert eyes are exposed under the thick helmets, scanning the wilderness outside the highlands from top to bottom.
On the highest observation deck of the central castle, a particularly tall and burly human figure stood beside the railing like a sculpture.
His face was as sharp and angular as if it had been chiselled by an axe, his beard was meticulously trimmed, and the armor on his body was covered with various battle scars of varying depths, engraved with his achievements.
Particularly striking are:
On the back of his hand that was resting on the hilt of the sword, there was a crown pattern formed by countless tiny oaths intertwined.
Hamilton--[Iron Wall] General, the supreme commander of the Quenching Heights stronghold.
This stronghold is the largest and most heavily defended core stronghold of the Principality of Raymond in the Ser wilderness. As a powerful paladin who has sworn the oath of the crown, vowing to defend the royal power and the country with his life, and to be loyal to the king and the law, this iron wall general is also the strongest person stationed in the wilderness of the Principality of Raymond.
He held onto the cold steel railing with one hand, and pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist steadily with the other hand.
As always, just like countless nights in the past, he personally stood on guard at the highest point of the city wall, his eyes like the sharpest falcon, casting his gaze towards the dark horizon in the distance that seemed to swallow up all light, searching for any sign of danger.
"Report, General!"
An adjutant trotted forward quickly but without panic.
His expression was serious, and his voice was a little low due to tension. "The sixth and seventh sentry posts in the periphery failed to report on time within the specified time, and it is now confirmed that contact has been lost."
The adjutant took a deep breath and spoke faster.
"At the last moment before the communication crystal lost contact, it suffered extremely strong unknown interference. The footage that was barely transmitted was distorted and blurred, and the sound was a sharp and harsh noise... But comprehensive analysis can confirm that a large-scale enemy is approaching quickly!"
After hearing the adjutant's report, Hamilton's eyelids twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly, but there was no extraneous expression on his face that was as sharp as a knife, only as cold and hard as a rock.
The adjutant lowered his voice and cautiously speculated. "Based on past experience, it is possible that a large-scale beast tide broke out, or that some clan of wild monsters that lost their minds and fell into madness attacked us during their migration."
General Tiebi's eyes were still staring at the deep darkness in the distance, and he shook his head slightly.
"Neither the beast tide nor the irrational monster clan has the means to interfere with our transmission of the crystal."
His voice was calm, with a hint of solemnity at the same time. "What is coming this time is some kind of more dangerous and organized enemy."
There is never a lack of danger in the wilderness. Powerful beasts and monsters emerge in endlessly. This is not the first time that the Quenching Heights stronghold has been attacked.
But.
This is the first time that the communication crystal has been interfered with in such an effective and large-scale manner.
This means one thing: the attacker is by no means a savage creature that relies on instinct, but an opponent with intelligence and careful preparation.
This attack was most likely a premeditated action.
Hamilton's thoughts are running as fast as lightning.
Three seconds later, he looked at the deep dark night that seemed to contain endless dangers, and gave an order in a deep voice. The voice was not loud but clearly passed into the ears of the adjutant. "Give the order, activate the first-level combat readiness alert! Immediately!"
The adjutant was slightly startled when he heard this, and a trace of obvious surprise flashed across his face.
He didn't expect the general's reaction to be so violent.
Level 1 combat readiness alert? This is the highest level of mobilization, which means that the stronghold will enter a state of all-out war, and all resources and personnel must prioritize defensive operations.
Although he was full of doubts in his heart, the absolute obedience and trust that had been formed over a long period of time made the adjutant stand up and salute without any hesitation. "Yes! General!"
He immediately turned around and ran quickly to the messenger room.
Immediately afterwards, orders representing the highest alert level were quickly conveyed down from the top of the highland.
All the soldiers who were resting during their shifts were urgently gathered, put on their heavy armor again, grabbed their weapons and rushed to their respective fighting positions. The sound of metal collisions, rapid footsteps, and the officers' short roars rang out together.
All Alchemy Golems in standby mode were activated, and their engines made a low roar. They walked towards the preset defense nodes, and the heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly.
The magic crystal turrets on all the bastions began to charge, and the blue energy light gathered at the muzzle, emitting heart-stopping fluctuations, like the eyes of a giant beast opening its eyes, staring at the unknown darkness in the distance.
The number of defenders on the city wall has visibly doubled.
The soldiers were holding enchanted crossbows or various weapons tightly, their bodies were tense, their breathing was heavy, and their eyes under the helmets were full of tension and determination.
The entire highland stronghold was like a steel giant that had been completely awakened, tensing up all the muscles in its body, ready for battle.
At the same time, news that was worse than the last came one after another.
"Report! The fifth sentry has confirmed that contact has been lost!"
"Report! The fourth sentry has confirmed that contact has been lost!"
The air in the stronghold seemed to have solidified, and every time the messengers brought news, the oppressive feeling of death and silence worsened.
The herald's voice even began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
Although no one has yet seen the specific appearance of the incoming enemy, the bad news about the fall of peripheral strongholds that inevitably comes every once in a while brings an invisible psychological pressure.
It was as if there was an invisible and extremely terrifying giant beast lurking in the thick and indestructible darkness. It moved silently and gradually revealed its ferocious claws and fangs. It was approaching Quenching Heights step by step, choosing and devouring anyone.
"General, do you need to send a quick reaction force to try to attack and support the outer posts that may still be resisting?"
"Or at least... explore the enemy situation?"
The adjutant tried to keep his voice calm and looked at the tall figure still standing on the edge of the city wall like an iron tower.
Hamilton General didn't even look back, he just shook his head slightly.
"No."
He simply uttered one word.
The enemy is approaching fiercely and is well prepared.
The best strategy at this moment is to shrink all forces and firmly hold the core stronghold. You must not disperse your precious troops and give the opponent a chance to defeat them one by one.
At the moment, we can only abandon those isolated and helpless outposts.
"Report! Third Watchpost... Confirmed lost contact!"
New bad news came soon.
Today, the only remaining first and second sentry posts are adjacent to the Quenching Heights main stronghold, which can almost be said to be an extension of the main city wall.
This means that the unknown enemy is almost within reach.
After a period of suffocating silence.
Hamilton's eyes suddenly lit up with pure and majestic Holy Oath light, and his gaze became extremely far-reaching and sharp.
Holy Oath spell--Extrasensory Insight.
From top to bottom, Paladin's solid gaze penetrated the heavy night curtain, like two searchlights, and shot towards the dark wilderness outside the highlands.
In an instant, his tall body shook violently, and his pupils shrank sharply.
He saw countless armors shining with metallic luster! Countless alien weapons held high and ferocious shapes! Countless monsters with terrifying shapes and bloodthirsty auras! There was even a Alchemy Golem among them!
They are not stragglers, but are arranged in an oppressive formation.
They gathered into an endless wave! This wave rolled, crushing the trees along the way, knocking down the huge rocks blocking the road, trampling the hard soil into mud, aiming directly at Quenching Heights, pointing directly at the fortress at his feet, sweeping over.
However, what shocked him the most was.
In the high sky shrouded by the thick night, he caught a glimpse of several huge and leisurely circling silhouettes!
That was the figure of a giant dragon, and there was more than one!
The light in Hamilton's eyes gradually dimmed and returned to normal.
He took several deep, continuous breaths to calm down his heart that was beating rapidly due to shock.
Then, without hesitation, he took out a talisman from the lining of his close-fitting armor.
This is an advanced Communication Artifact that can ignore most interference and transmit information directly to the upper level.
"The dragons, leading their Thrall Legion, are about to arrive at the Quenching Heights stronghold. The scale of the attack is unprecedented. Please support!"
Hamilton spoke very quickly but finished clearly.
However, the communication amulet in his hand only flickered weakly, then stopped responding, and did not transmit the message as usual.
He was shocked, tried to activate the talisman again, and even changed several emergency communication codes, but found that all communication methods seemed to be completely blocked and prohibited by an invisible force.
And it's not just his high-level talismans.
He changed to other Communication Artifacts and tried using other people's props, and then he was horrified to find that all the Communication Artifacts in the entire stronghold were ineffective at this moment.
"What... what's going on?!"
General Tiebi, who was always known for being as calm as a mountain and as resolute as iron, could not suppress an expression of surprise and even a hint of fear on his face for the first time.
When faced with a large-scale monster attack, even if the enemy is a dragon, he can accept it and be prepared to fight to the death.
But all arraignments are banned outright?
He couldn't imagine how the other party did it.
At the same time that Iron Wall General Hamilton fell into a brief state of confusion due to the cutoff of communication.
Far away Lothern Royal Court, inside a heavily guarded Palace room filled with sophisticated magic instruments.
Crystal Princess Elina, is standing quietly in front of Astrolabe.
Her gaze penetrated the barrier of space, and with an almost Deity-like overlooking perspective, she could clearly see the Quenching Heights above the distant Ser Wilderness that was at the center of the storm.
With the silent operation of Astrolabe.
Above the sky orbit, there is a Magic Satellite belonging to the Lothern Kingdom, with an imperceptible magical light shining on its surface, blocking all communications between Quenching Heights and the outside world.
Compared with before, Elina has a few more wrinkles on his face, but the flaws are not concealed.
Because she is properly maintained and is a high-level professional, her face is still beautiful, with a faint smile hanging on it.
She was not content to just be a distant bystander, watching the dragons destroy targets belonging to the opposing kingdom's camp for her, so she used her own way to participate in the attack and give the dragons her own support.