Ser Wilderness This vast and primitive land has been where all kinds of ferocious beasts and monsters have run rampant since ancient times Heaven.
Compared with the huge groups of ferocious beasts and monsters scattered throughout the wilderness, the strongholds established by the Federation countries and the clans established by intelligent creatures are just a few embellishments in this wild land.
However, the vast majority of ferocious beasts and monsters have no intelligence and only follow the most primitive instincts to hunt.
Although the dangers they bring are continuous, they are dispersed and limited after all.
However, once a powerful and extremely intelligent beast king is born in the wilderness, the situation will become completely different.
Under the leadership of the Beast King, the formerly scattered ferocious monsters in the wilderness are organized into terrifying beast herds, and their threat will soar to a terrifying level.
In particular, lion predators occupy the middle and upper levels of the wilderness food chain.
Different types of powerful Lion-beast gather in groups, with an astonishing number and elites. Their ecological niches are rising crazily in the northwest region, and they have already made a famous name with their minions of Bloodshed; at this moment, they are extremely ambitious. The arrogant Lion King is driving its legion, showing its fangs and claws, launching an attack on the adjacent Molten Iron Tribe border, trying to devour more territory to expand its Lion Pride Kingdom.
What needs to be more vigilant is that the attack by the lions was not a random charge, but a carefully planned lightning guerrilla war.
"Ho--!!!"
Somewhere in the molten iron outpost at the foot of the border Mountain Range, with a deafening roar that seemed to tear apart the soul, more than a dozen lion-like ferocious beasts and monsters of different shapes and distinctive features suddenly jumped down from the flanking ridge.
Among them, there are ferocious beasts that rely purely on terrifying physical strength to kill, and there are also monsters that can control elements and cast spell-like abilities.
Leading the charge was a huge Mammoth Lion that looked like a moving fortress.
The two huge curved fangs protruding from its mouth flashed with cold light and turned into violent siege rams. They withstood the intensive long-range attacks from the stronghold and smashed the solid wall defenses.
The heavy body continued unabated, carrying rubble, smoke and dust and slammed into the center of the outpost camp, stirring up dust and broken wood all over the sky.
In the camp, a strong man-horse archer reacted quickly, bent his bow and arrow in an instant, and locked his sharp eyes on Mammoth Lion's eyes.
The powerful Magic Energy is highly condensed and compressed on the tip of his arrow, ready to go.
However, just as the arrow was about to leave the string, a shrill, sharp whistling sound that cut through the air suddenly sounded.
Tsk--!!!
Not far away, a lion-like monster with a body length of more than three meters and a thick cyan mane was seen lying low.
The air around it was violently distorted, and countless wind element energies visible to the naked eye gathered and intertwined crazily. Then, a giant wind blade that was several meters long, as thin as a cicada's wings but shone with a deadly cold light instantly condensed and formed.
It flew through the air at extremely fast speeds, slashing towards the slender necks of the centaur and horse shooters.
The centaur and horse archers had no choice but to roll around in a panic, narrowly avoiding this fatal sneak attack.
The Magic Energy arrow he shot in a hurry was misdirected due to the deformation of the movement. It only hit Mammoth Lion's skull, which was as hard as iron. It spattered a stream of sparks and left only a negligible scratch, causing only skin trauma.
"Damn beast!"
A tall Ogre warlord roared angrily, brandishing a giant tomahawk like a door panel, seizing the opportunity to rush forward, slashing Mammoth Lion's flanks, and tearing open a huge bloody wound on its body.
But the next second, his roar stopped abruptly.
The three-headed Lion-beast bodies flew through the air and pounced at them from different tricky angles.
Their sharp claws tore apart Ogre's thick iron-clad armor, and their ferocious fangs penetrated his throat, joints and other vital parts.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
With roars declaring victory and death, more Lion-beast poured in along the gap in the wall that was knocked open, or used their amazing jumping power to directly climb over the not-so-high outer wall of the sentry, and rushed into the camp like a torrent that broke a bank, killing them.
The guards at the sentry post hurriedly responded and tried to organize a defense line.
However, the lion's attack was too fast and too cruel, and there was a huge gap between the two sides.
The fangs easily bit off the sentry's throat, and the sharp claws fiercely tore open the guard's chest... The smell of Bloodshed filled the air instantly, and the roars were intertwined with the roars of the lions.
In just a few minutes.
The originally peaceful outpost camp was completely bloodbathed, and a few collapsed guard sentries fled in all directions.
Soon after, when Molten Iron Tribe received the call for help, the elite support force arrived quickly, but the attacking lions had already receded like the tide and disappeared without a trace, leaving only messes, wreckage and gradually cold corpses on the ground, telling the story of the previous tragedy.
Take a look at the entire border war situation.
Compared with the huge guarding army of the Molten Iron Tribe, the total number of lions is undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage.
However, their average individual levels are higher, their bodies are stronger and faster, and they possess mobility and individual combat skills that far exceed those of ordinary molten iron guards.
The lions attacking the Molten Iron Tribe border are not a huge army concentrated together.
They are scattered into dozens of independent fighting squads, each consisting of ten to twenty powerful Lion-beast.
They accurately select those strongholds, sentries or patrols with relatively weak defenses and launch lightning-fast raids. Once they succeed, no matter what the result is, they immediately flee far away and never hesitate to fight.
This behavior pattern is not like the mindless Beast, but more like an elite special forces unit.
It is obvious that Lion King, who has not yet appeared, has reached an extraordinary level of control and command over the huge herd of beasts under his command, and has considerable wisdom.
Molten Iron Tribe's guard warriors are by no means weak, they are well-trained and well-equipped.
However, faced with the ferocious, flexible and one-shot guerrilla tactics of the lions, the elite guards had no strength but were unable to capture the target. For a time, they fell into the dilemma of being passively beaten. The strongholds of various sizes were surrounded by smoke and suffered a lot of damage.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Red Iron Dragon is hovering in the high sky, the biting wind howling under his wings.
His eyes scanned the strongholds in the area below where beacon smoke rose one after another and were attacked and destroyed by lions.
"These crawling reptiles, I will turn them and their territories into ashes and dust!"
Samantha, who was located on the left wing of Garos, let out a low roar of suppressed anger and sprayed out two rays of scorching fire from his nose. The surrounding air was slightly distorted by the high temperature.
Moreover, the current red dragon is different from the past.
On top of her already strong and muscular dragon body covered with red scales.
Important parts such as the chest, back, limbs, dragon tail, and wing roots are covered with an additional layer of thick, jet-black armor that sparkles with metallic luster.
The complex and profound Alchemy Rune is engraved on the surface of the armor. It has strong lines and looks extremely solid and heavy.
What is even more eye-catching is that many of the sharp edges and corners are covered with sharp metal thorns, and some edges are forged as sharp as a giant blade. The overall style is very powerful and domineering.
Another thing worth mentioning is that.
Wearing this ferocious red dragon Alchemical Armor, Samantha's appearance looks somewhat similar to Garos.
In fact, it was precisely because she envied Garos's unparalleledly powerful body that she used Garos as a template, used her increasingly sophisticated knowledge of Alchemy, and spent a lot of materials and countless time to build this armor for herself, hoping to use it to simulate and exert a power similar to Garos.
Garos tilted his head slightly and scanned Samantha's new equipment carefully.
This full-coverage armor even wrapped her lower jaw in thick steel, revealing only the fiercely shining dragon pupils and nostrils. The whole body exuded a suffocating and heavy sense of oppression.
Indeed, visually it has some of the mighty style of Garos.
"This armor looks very good, Samantha, both in terms of craftsmanship and design, it proves that your Alchemy is becoming more and more powerful."
Garos is not stingy with his praise.
He has always been willing to affirm the growth and progress of his blood relatives.
Hearing this, the red dragon on the opposite side subconsciously puffed up its armor-covered chest, with a look of pride and pride on its face that could not be concealed, and its thick and long dragon tail covered with thorn armor swung from side to side.
Garos withdrew his admiring gaze and turned his gaze back to the smoke-filled land below.
"The scenes in front of me feel a little familiar."
He turned his huge head, looked at Iron Dragon who was on his right side, maintaining a calm posture, and asked:
"What do you think? Sorog."
Iron Dragon Sorog tilted his huge head slightly and said, "I feel the same way."
"This reminds me that in the early days of the tribe's rise when the tribe was still weak, we used very similar tactics to deal with the Golden Fang Tribe."
When I was at Borderlands.
Molten Iron Tribe relies on the strength and speed of the monster family members as elite individuals, and adopts a guerrilla strategy of blooming at multiple points and constantly harassing them, beating Golden Fang Tribe, which has a larger overall volume than its own, and is exhausted and exhausted.
In the end, the opponent was forced to make the mistake of gathering all their forces to attack Fertile Plain out of anger and impatience. As a result, the main force of the Molten Iron Tribe, who was just waiting for work, was wiped out in one fell swoop, which laid the foundation for the rise of the Molten Iron Tribe.
Nowadays, times have changed.
Instead, the powerful Molten Iron Tribe became the one attacked, and the enemy adopted similar strategies that they had relied on to win.
To be fair.
Molten Iron Tribe Today's Thrall Legion surpasses the incoming lions in terms of comprehensive strength, organization and equipment.
However, in terms of the average Life Level level of individual elites, the tribal warriors are not as good as them.
The lowest level of the lions is seven or eight levels of beasts and monsters, and most of them are even above level ten. In the rugged and complex wilderness environment with limited movement, they relied on their individual strength and natural agility to disperse and attack the tribe's border strongholds, which indeed caused a lot of trouble and losses to the Molten Iron Tribe in a short period of time.
"To be able to win the reputation of Map King in the cruel and chaotic wilderness, this Lion King does have some level and skills."
Red Iron Dragon's eyes slowly swept across the land where the war was everywhere, and he said in a low voice, "Guerrilla warfare and blitzkrieg..., this is no longer a pride of lions in the ordinary sense. We must attack hard to completely crush their delusions."
He paused briefly, and then continued, "Since they are so keen on guerrilla warfare and regard speed and agility as the magic weapon to win... Then as they wish, let's play this game of chasing Hunt with them.
On the other side, Iron Dragon Sorog is also staring at the surface.
He stretched out his broad and huge wings and grinned, revealing his fangs. "I am really surprised that these humble beasts can use such practical tactics."
"But that's all."
"They ignore one of the most important and fatal facts."
Iron Dragon's voice was cold and sharp, and he said in a deep voice, "The victory or defeat between ordinary dependent soldiers does not have much meaning in this war."
"Their real enemies are us! They are the noble beings who rule the sky! They are the dragons who rule the sky!"
"Trying to use the speed of running on the ground to play guerrilla warfare with the real overlord of the sky? A stupid and ridiculous approach!"
Blitzkrieg and guerrilla warfare are almost the most commonly used combat strategies by the dragons.
Facing any large organization or country on the ground, the most classic and favorite tactic of the dragons is to rely on their unparalleled mobility and powerful single strength to carry out guerrilla raids like lightning, constantly attacking the enemy's weak strongholds until the opponent completely collapses or surrenders.
There is no doubt that the mobility of lions on the ground may be called powerful.
However, that also depends on who they are being compared to.
When the opponent is the absolute overlord of the sky, the pride of the lions on land, their so-called agility and agility, becomes a ridiculous joke.
There are criss-cross ravines and dense forests. No matter how complex the wilderness terrain is, it will not have much substantial obstruction or influence for the giant dragon with a commanding position overlooking Omnidirectional Vision.
Every run, every hiding, every move of the lions on the surface of the earth.
Under the sharp eyes of the giant dragons, there is almost nothing to hide.
"Roar! I will let these arrogant beasts use their blood and howls to understand unforgettable what an insurmountable gap there is between the lions and us Ignas Dragonflight!"
Samantha wore heavy armor and roared impatiently.
Her dragon claws were clenched tightly, as if there was an enemy's head inside.
Immediately afterwards, with a brief order from Garos, Ignas Dragonflight, including Blue Dragon Heriam who had been waiting at the side and rear, and the young and belligerent red dragon Kaxier, attacked again.
Giant wings cover the sky, and dragon shadows fly across the sky!
The giant dragons instantly scattered in all directions, whipping up the roaring wind that tore through the clouds, like a torn arrow of death, and flew away brazenly towards the flames of war igniting in different directions on the border.