"Let's wait until we get through the current crisis first."
Barloz curled his lips. "How do you feel?"
In the same question, Barloz asked about another thing. Gax swallowed a handful of Dragonslayer Blade and kept it in his stomach. Although this gave him sharper claws, it also caused serious burden and damage.
"Nothing."
Gax shook his head. "Heavy-Metal Dragon can live for thousands of years. As long as we can win this war, I don't care even if I lose some life span."
"Okay, since you're okay, let me take a look at Tungsten Dragon."
Barloz recovered some strength and turned around to leave.
About a moment later, Ferrum returned with the Nickel Dragon Bido and Wyvern scouts.
Seeing Ferrum land, Barloz pulled out of the military formation and took the initiative to greet him and said, "De'ang Nolantel is dead. He is a descendant of Lord Streamlands."
Ferrum lowered his gaze. "What a pity."
They finally encountered a large number of enemies. During the chaotic battle, Tungsten Dragon's throat was torn out by Antler Fiend's sharp claws. He was already dying. Even if his companions forcibly took him with them, it was just a luxury hope of psychological comfort and could not do anything more.
Ferrum is Chrome Dragon. His power can destroy enemies and kill people, but he cannot save people alive, nor can he guarantee that all his companions will not be killed or injured.
"When he was dying, he gave this thing to me and asked me to give it to his father."
Barloz handed over a blood-stained money bag. "But I may not be able to survive, and I don't know how to face Tungsten Dragon Lord. It's up to you to do this."
Ferrum did not hesitate, stretched out his paw to take the money bag, opened it and took a look. There was a bright yellow light inside, which was probably all the property that Deon Nolantier had collected over the years.
Ferrum weighed a mere twenty-odd gold coins and found that they were so heavy.
"He died bravely, looking like a member of Ashmark Lineage."
Gax came over and said, "As the leader, you have done your best, but in Battlefield, no one can guarantee their own life and death. Even if Lord Leighton knows, he probably won't blame you."
"Leighton Lord..."
Ferrum swallowed the money bag into his belly. At this time, he saw the shadowy figures in the forest, and there were tiny dots swaying closer in the sky.
"Green Dragon."
Ferrum narrowed his eyes. The scout they had gotten rid of reappeared. As the distance continued to advance, the enemy's defenses continued to increase.
Now Emerald Legion has started to send True Dragon to investigate, which shows that the opponent has fully reacted and is trying to lock their position.
"Ferrum boss."
Bido asked, "There don't seem to be many enemies. Do you want me to bring a team of Wyvern up to kill them?"
Nickel Dragons are all in good condition. Before this, they had been performing reconnaissance missions, responsible for reporting and delivering news, and killing some wandering sentries.
Now that he saw the real enemy appearing, Bido couldn't help but feel a little hot and wanted to fight.
"No need."
Ferrum retracted his gaze and shook his head. "Green Dragon, who is a teenager, already knows how to use magic. You are not their opponent, so let them watch from a distance."
"Leader, the order from the head of the regiment has arrived."
The dragon warlock reported that Zane allocated ten spellcasters to Ferrum, mainly to establish communications and maintain contact between the troops and the army. "I wrote it down on the parchment, please check it."
Ferrum took the parchment roll and shook it in the air. Kेलaili and Moqi, who were resting next to it, immediately came over, squeezed together, and looked at it.
Although he is Archaic Species, Ferrum usually has no attitude. He is not as arrogant as Ladon. He is relatively close to his companions. Seeing their behavior, even Gax couldn't help but move forward.
"Zane's original words were that since we have stopped, we should stay where we are."
Ferrum finished reading the letter. "The food and supplies needed by the troops will be delivered soon."
Hearing such an order, Hatchling Dragon were all a little surprised. They were in the forefront of the fighting zone, and Emerald Family might send out a large army to sweep them away at any time. If they encountered Young Dragon or Adult Dragon, with such a small force, they would probably be wiped out in an instant.
Ferrum's original tactic was to quickly gather and break through, and then quickly retreat after obtaining sufficient results.
But Zane's order is not like this. She seems to want Hatchling Dragon to dig into this place like nails.
"Zane is treating us as slaves."
Moqi murmured, "Great Dragon doesn't care about our life or death anymore?"
"Not so much a slave."
Ferrum said, "The greater possibility is that they want to use us as bait to see how much force Emerald Family will send to sweep away, Warlock!"
"Here."
"You can send another letter to ask, saying that we are willing to carry out the order, but first we need a reason. I want to know the dispatching trend of the large army. How many people are behind us? Where is the leader of the group now?"
"Understood." The warlock hurriedly left.
"Zane's sons are all here."
Kेलaili looked at the two Iron Dragon: "Does she not even care about her own offspring? Will she use us as bait?"
"Yes."
Gax nodded expressionlessly. "Mother said that as long as we can win, all the costs will be worth it."
Barloz said nothing with a sullen face.
"This will definitely not work."
Bido was a little nervous. "Boss Ferrum, otherwise, let's leave the vanguard here and retreat to the rear first."
The total garrison of Gray Mountain Black Lake Plateau originally exceeded 10,000 people, but Ferrum only led 4,000 people to fight. One soldier selected from ten li will form the vanguard, and 3,000 relatively capable soldiers will form the reserve. This is what Green Dragon calls the two-stage army.
"Wait until Zane's reply."
Ferrum shook his head. Emerald Family had two Adult Dragon and four Young Dragon, while Left-Wing Legion only had Zane and Valyria. Regardless of dragon power or military strength, they were at an absolute disadvantage. He wanted to know how Zane could win.
Zane·Mellon, are you qualified to be the mother of Archaic Species?
Kेलaili was silent for a while, then winked at Ferrum, signaling him to speak privately.
"What did Zane say to you when he summoned you to see you?"
Two Hatchling Dragon walked to the corner, and Kेलaili lowered his voice and said, "Can she be trusted?"
"I just talked about Nether Iron and asked me to be the leader of Hatchling Dragon."
Ferrum said, "My Opening Sight ability is not yet able to see clearly Legendary Dragon. However, I believe Nurturer. Since Valyria said Zane can be trusted, then we should not be suspicious of Zane."
"I don't want to be suspicious of Zane, but Battlefield is surrounded by dangers. Even if she is trustworthy, some crazy and adventurous decisions may send us to death."
Kेलaili said, "What Cobalt Dragon fears most is death. As Archaic Species, you should not die in this battle. We must survive. No matter what Zane orders, we must try to survive."
He paused for a moment, as if he felt that his words were a bit confusing, and then added, "Ashmark Lineage will win in the end, we still have reinforcements!"
Ferrum was startled. "Why do you say that?"
"You forgot that Cobalt Dragon came from Marsh Abyss. The covenant between the Marsh Abyss Clan and Ashmark Lineage was engraved on iron. Now Ashmark Lineage is in danger, even if Eastern Continent and Southern Continent are thousands of miles apart, even if they have to cross a distance of ten thousand miles, the overlord of Marsh Abyss will definitely come."
Kेलaili said with absolute certainty, "Heavy-Metal Dragon, always fulfill your promise."
Ferrum suddenly realized that those young men Green Dragon were only a few hundred meters away from him.
They seemed to want to eavesdrop on the conversation between themselves and Kेलaili, so they took a very risky approach and cast spells. The dust and glitter on the scales of both parties were clearly visible to each other.
"Too close."
Ferrum whispered, then flew out with a diaphragm wing. "A group of people will follow me."