Battle of the City
In New Calendar 289, Molten Iron King officially began to sleep.
Borderlands, Permafrost Tundra, Ser Wilderness, Southern Kingdoms, and even the distant Human Empire... The fate of all forces has not been stagnated by the temporary silence of a young dragon. Under the influence of the invisible giant hand of time, it is still developing slowly or rapidly forward along the established vein.
New Calendar 292, Iron Dragon Gordon located in Lothern Royal Court, after a long period of accumulation, also ushered in his sleep period.
New Calendar In 293, Iron Dragon Sorog, who was sitting in the northwest of the wilderness and coordinating the overall situation of the tribe, fell into a deep sleep.
New Calendar In 295, the red dragon Samantha, who had a violent temperament and was responsible for the research and development of alchemy industry and equipment, was also pushed by the accumulated power and entered a critical growth slumber.
At this point, the core members of Ignas Dragonflight have entered a dormant period.
The rule and consolidation of the Molten Iron Tribe in Ser Wilderness is mainly maintained by the experienced and mature Blue Dragon Zolaya, as well as three feudal lords with outstanding abilities.
Time flies, to New Calendar 300 years.
To the south of Permafrost Tundra, the territory centered on Dragonfang Fortress has begun to take shape.
The Blue Dragon Heriam who shouldered the heavy responsibility and went north from Ser Wilderness has now lost his immaturity and arrived at Young Adult Stage.
He successfully opened up a new territory for the Molten Iron Tribe on the vast and harsh frozen land.
The so-called Dragonfang Fortress is not a masonry building in the traditional sense, but a rough land carved out by a huge glacier. The shape is rugged and steep, like the fangs of a giant beast poking out of the ice, hence the name.
Around the fortress.
Surrounded by the taming farm maintained by geothermal wells, the black smoke-emitting workshop, and the settlement of the dependents, the overall style is rough and practical, under the methodical management of Blue Dragon Heriam.
Everything is in order.
The standing military force here is mainly Ogre warriors with thick skin and thick flesh who are not afraid of the severe cold.
In addition, there are a large number of Kobold, Gnoll and Lizardfolk who are responsible for building, maintaining and raising cold-resistant meat livestock unique to the North, and growing berry crops that can survive the extreme cold.
When these relatively weak family members first arrived on the ice sheet, some of them were lost due to the harsh climate.
However, their race can spread across many worlds and possess extraordinary environmental adaptability. After a round of cruel natural selection, the surviving individuals have gradually adapted to this cold land.
Another indispensable force is Alchemy Golem from Borderlands Black Iron Plain workshop.
These steel creations can withstand extreme low temperatures better than flesh and blood. Although they occasionally malfunction due to internal freezing, under the careful maintenance of the army Alchemist, they are still the most reliable backbone of the pioneering legion.
It was also in this year that Dragonfang Fortress ushered in the first sizable war on the tundra.
A Troll clan named "Frost Claw", due to extreme shortage of food, turned their greedy eyes on Dragonfang Fortress's well-managed pasture.
They gathered the tribe's warriors and launched a surprise attack on a snowy and windy day.
However, they obviously seriously underestimated their opponents, and their intelligence work was even more pitiful.
This attack was destined to be a one-sided crushing from the beginning.
"For the glory of the Molten Iron Tribe!"
In the stormy sky, a burly Ogre warrior let out a deafening roar.
The heavy giant ax in his hand made a sound of breaking wind, and slashed hard at the shoulder and neck joint of Troll! The ax blade was deeply embedded in the flesh and bones, making a tooth-piercing muffled sound.
That Troll is in pain, but its ferocity remains unchanged.
The Troll family may be slightly inferior to Ogre in terms of pure strength attributes, but they have a headache-inducing and powerful regeneration ability. At the same level, the outcome of a one-on-one duel between Troll and Ogre is often unpredictable, and they are in the middle.
Seeing that the injury was not fatal, Troll roared angrily.
He firmly grasped the ax shaft stuck in the flesh and bone with one hand, and grasped the rough spear with the other hand, and stabbed Ogre's heart with great speed!
However, instead of panicking, Ogre showed a ferocious smile on his face.
"Die, you bastard!"
His fingers pressed hard on a hidden mechanism on the ax handle.
Buzz--!
The runes engraved on the surface of the giant ax suddenly lit up with a crimson light, like lava flowing on the ax!
The next moment, collapse!!!
A violent explosion sounded, with flames and Shatter's flesh, blood, and bone residue flying everywhere.
Troll's head and half of his upper body were blown to pieces by the sudden explosion!
Acid Arrow!
Not far away, a Troll warlock wielded a simple bone staff, and the highly concentrated corrosive acid condensed into the shape of an arrow. With a hissing sound, it shot towards the face of the Ogre who had just completed the explosive kill.
It stands to reason that with the relatively slow reaction speed of Ogre, it would be difficult to avoid it.
But just when the acid arrow was about to hit, Ogre's armor covered with thick steel plates suddenly emitted a hum of gears and the sound of steam erupting.
Ogre, who should have been dodging awkwardly, instantly became as vigorous as a cheetah.
He turned sideways extremely quickly and narrowly avoided the deadly acid!
Explosive Great Axe, Powered Heavy Armor--These are Alchemy Workshop produced by Shattered Spine Hills, designed by the red dragon Samantha, and are standard weapons tailor-made for the dependents of Ogre.
Similar scenes continued to play out across the entire battlefield.
Equipped with alchemical equipment, Ogre warriors demonstrated far beyond ordinary destruction and mobility.
At the same time, on the flank of the battlefield.
The Alchemy Golem legion sent by Dragonfang Fortress has officially arrived.
They are no longer the old models Flesh Ripper or Steel Ripper from the early days.
Rockbreaker-I type, heavy-duty breaker Golem, like a mobile miniature fortress.
They are about five meters high and are made of dull black iron. They have sharp edges and corners and are full of power.
Its arms are not palms, but two huge siege hammers that are constantly reciprocating and impacting. The surface of the hammers is engraved with complex concussive runes.
Facing the dense formation that the Trolls were still trying to maintain, the rock breaker Golem charged forward boldly with heavy steps that shook the earth.
Their double hammers alternated and violently bombarded the frozen ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each hammer blow caused violent tremors on the ground within a small area and a circular shock wave visible to the naked eye! Troll, who was within the affected area, was not only shaken to the point of being staggered and unsteady, but also felt like his internal organs were churning, and his bones seemed to be shattered.
The powerful regeneration ability that they are proud of is greatly reduced in the face of this kind of internal shock damage.
Rockbreaker Golem was like a ruthless iron plow, forcibly plowing out bloody death passages in Troll's team.
Yanlong Fury-I type, long-range support Golem, its shape is more like steel turrets that can move independently.
Their bodies are slimmer than those of the Rockbreakers, and they carry a heavy-duty crossbow with a complex structure and a large caliber on their back. What they fire is not an ordinary crossbow bolt, but an explosive crossbow bolt that has been specially treated with alchemy.
The single eye on Golem's head flashes red, performing complex ballistic calculations and target locking.
Phew--boom!
A crossbow arrow dragged a red tail flame, spanning hundreds of meters like a meteor, falling accurately into the area where Troll warlocks gathered, and then exploded violently. Not only did it cause a large number of casualties in an instant, but the Black Oil flying everywhere mixed with the magical flames burned violently, forming an insurmountable sea of fire.
This war was destined to end from the beginning.
Alchemy Golems with different functions worked closely with Ogre warriors who were armed to the teeth, forming an efficient and deadly killing system. The Trolls of the Frostclaw Clan were beaten to pieces and were completely defeated.
The powerful leader they led also took action personally from Blue Dragon Heriam and cooperated with the siege of several elite Golems, and was quickly subdued and captured.
In the end, Frostclaw Clan was completely defeated.
Young Blue Dragon assessed the situation and led his family to pursue the victory, capturing all the remaining Troll members of the clan who were still capable of fighting and absorbing them into Dragonfang Fortress.
After this battle, Heriam still kept in mind the core mission delivered by the leader.
He insists on focusing on steady development and consolidating the foundation.
Unless necessary, we will never start a new war easily.
As time passes year by year, Molten Iron Tribe gradually gets on the right track in the territory of Permafrost Tundra, just like taking deep roots in the frozen soil.
The dragon flag printed with the emblem of the Molten Iron Tribe flew proudly in the cold wind and made a hunting sound.
New Calendar 305.
Borderlands, Abyssal Rift erupted Magic Tide with unprecedented scale and intensity.
Although the troops Elvie and Snake Woman Sword Saint Naris stationed here resisted vigorously, they were still unable to cope.
Ser Wilderness Gold Dragon Nasha, who was observing the operation of the tribe, received the request for help and immediately returned to the defense and settled this time Magic Tide.
However, since this incident, Demon turmoil originating from Abyss has become more frequent.
Molten Iron Tribe had to invest more defense in Abyssal Rift.
Moreover, it is not just Borderlands, Abyssal Rift of different sizes are beginning to appear all over the world.
The vast majority of fissures were quickly suppressed by local forces before causing greater damage, but a few fissures successfully expanded, causing disastrous disasters.
Even, in the northeast area of Ser Wilderness, a Abyssal Rift appeared.
This crack was eventually forcibly suppressed and sealed by the peaks shaped by Mountain King.
Many intelligent creatures and organizations privately suspect that this global change in the abyss is related to the Holden Human Empire's increasingly radical abyss development plan in recent years.
However, out of fear of the empire's power, no organization or country has directly questioned or condemned it.
Even Elven Empire Nausir, who has always been in tit-for-tat with the Holden Empire, has remained silent for some unknown reason.
In New Calendar 309, Orc Empire Cantum located in the Theresia Continent completed the unification of the mainland.
The fanatical Orcs are not satisfied with this.
They sang war songs inherited from ancient times and full of desire for conquest, began to dig rocks and cut trees on a large scale, and began to build a fleet huge enough to span endless oceans. Their intentions were self-evident.
However, Kantum Empire is known for its bravery, but its alchemy and industrial levels are relatively backward.
In a short period of time, they will not be able to pose a substantial threat to other continents.
In New Calendar 313, Southern War, which lasted for decades, finally reached a decisive moment.
Belton After the First World War, Lothern Kingdom continued to fight fiercely to resist, but it gradually became unsustainable.
Pro-King Faction was retreating steadily, while Anti-King Faction, headed by the Rybos Kingdom, advanced with great success, occupying more than half of the Lothern Kingdom's territory.
Within the kingdom, the nobles and ministers begged King O'Brien to accept the reality and negotiate peace with the enemy. Even if they ceded territory and paid compensation, they would still retain some vitality for the kingdom.
Rybos Kingdom also sent an envoy and brought an armistice agreement.
It stands to reason that when the war has developed to this point, as long as Lothern Kingdom chooses to give in, this long ordeal can be ended.
However, all proposals for peace talks were rejected one by one by King O'Brien with an unquestionable attitude, and Ribos's envoy finally returned without success.
King Ironblood seems to be determined to live and die with his kingdom, and has vowed not to sign any agreement that would undermine his power and humiliate his country.
In the same year, Molten Iron King's blood relatives - Gordon, Sorog, Samantha, who had been sleeping for more than 20 years, and Alberto who had slept earlier, gradually woke up from their slumber.
Their strength has made great progress.
New Calendar 315 years.
Anti-King Faction's armies from all sides, like a converging torrent of steel, finally came to Valdo City - here is the final core of the Lothern Kingdom, the royal city that has stood for thousands of years.
Over the royal city, the clouds were thick and heavy, as if the despair of the entire kingdom had condensed.
"Elina, come with me! Let's escape to Ser Wilderness, to the territory of Garos!"
Deep in the royal city, in a palace courtyard that is still relatively intact.
Iron Dragon Gordon, who was shaped like an iron tower, lowered his head and stared at the human woman in front of him, his voice low and urgent.
The person standing in front of him was none other than Crystal Princess.
She still maintains her slender figure and elegant temperament, but the traces of time have inevitably climbed onto her face, and she looks like a lady in her forties who still retains her charm.
Even though he enjoys the massive resources of the royal family and is a high-level mage.
But as long as she fails to step into the Legendary Realm, human lifespan will eventually come to an end. She can live to be about two hundred years old at most. She is already halfway through her life, and her aging rate will only get faster and faster.
The wrinkles added to the princess's face have not changed the pure and stubborn possessiveness and protective desire in Iron Dragon Gordon's heart.
His thoughts were the same as always.
While speaking, Gordon stretched out its huge iron-gray dragon wings.
The various amplification runes carefully carved on the wing membrane all shimmered at this moment, and his entire body also exuded a mighty and powerful aura, Dragon Might permeating the surroundings like a substance.
Late youth, level 17.
Although not as good as Legendary Realm, he is by no means a weakling.
Almost at the same time as Gordon Dragon Might dispersed, three figures appeared silently in the shadows around the courtyard.
The blind Aster, the mighty Seros, the light Aisha... the three children back then have now grown into the real Divine Dragon Monk.
The Qi flowing in their bodies is thick and tough, and their average level has reached level 18.
This even exceeds today's Iron Dragon Gordon.
"The blockade of the Royal City by the coalition forces is not monolithic. There are weak links that can be exploited. I am fully aware of it."
Blind Aster whispered, his perception is more acute than those with sight.
"Your Highness Princess, Gordon, if you are determined to leave, you must act as soon as possible now."
Three level 18 Divine Dragon Monk, plus one level 17 Iron Dragon.
As long as they are not too showy and avoid the attention of the enemy Legendary Realm, they have a great chance of escorting a princess to quietly escape from the city that is about to fall.
However, Elina just showed a calm and slightly sad smile to Iron Dragon and shook his head gently.
"If I wanted to abandon the land where I was born and raised, and the people who trusted me, I would no longer be here."
Her voice was still soft, but with unwavering determination. "As I have told you many times before, Gordon."
"The people of Valdo City will never see their princess escape at the last moment."
"I deeply love the land beneath my feet. No matter what the outcome is, I will... live or die with it."
Iron Dragon Gordon was silent.
He stared at the princess' resolute face with his huge dragon eyes. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of determination, and said in an extremely serious tone, "Elina, I must tell you frankly."
"I, Gordon·Ignas, will not risk my life for the survival of the human nation."
"Since you have made up your mind to go to the end with your kingdom... then let it go."
As he spoke, he took one last deep look at Crystal Princess, suddenly vibrated his wings, and his huge body rose into the sky with a roar of wind.
The three Divine Dragon Monk in the courtyard looked at the lonely and determined back of the princess, and in the end they could only sigh silently, and the figure gradually faded and disappeared into the shadows again.
At the same time, Valdo City was on top of the towering city wall.
King O'Brien is wearing a battle robe, and his once majestic face has been engraved with exhaustion and determination.
He stood at the top of the city, looking at the coalition camp spreading like an endless tide outside the city. There was no fear or flinching in his eyes, only a burning flame.
Soon after, the trumpet of war tore through the sky again.
Anti-King Faction assembled the final offensive force and prepared to go all out to completely crush Lothern Kingdom's last resistance.
In the sky, figures exuding the pressure of the Legendary Realm stood in the air, looking down indifferently.
On the ground, there is an endless phalanx of soldiers, Alchemy Golem shining with magic luster, and ferocious siege artillery... The torrent of destruction is already ready to go.
The war is about to break out.