Initially, because the formation was too close, Bearfolk still maintained a standing posture.
After they actually left Thunderclap Cliff and entered the wilderness, the gaps between the teams gradually opened up. The soldiers carried their weapons behind their backs, bent down, and started running wildly on all fours.
Two hundred giant bears passed through the wilderness, and their thick bear paws fell one after another, causing the ground to tremble slightly and causing birds to fly one after another.
Reg did not choose the widest hunting trail. He knew which hillside could be climbed easily and which dry gully could save time. Bearfolk We are as familiar with this land as we are with our own bodies.
He led the team around two conspicuous mountain passes, split an old animal trail covered by shrubs, and cut straight to the northeast.
The undulating mountains continued to move backwards, and soon they left the control area of Bearfolk and entered the junction of Windsong Plateau and Mistveil Mountains.
"Stop."
Reg roared, and the running team suddenly stopped. The male bears' manes raised forward and then fell. They obeyed the leader's order without any hesitation.
"Bart."
Reg ordered, and a warrior who was stronger than the other Bearfolk came out.
"You take thirty people and stay here to respond, and take the horn whistle. I don't need to teach you the whistle language anymore. There is only one thing -"
Reg looked at him. "If you hear me blowing the horn whistle, you don't have to come to investigate, and don't go back to Thunderclap Cliff. Go straight into the Mistveil Mountains and ask Wom to come with an army for support. He has five hundred soldiers, and Mountain King happens to be there too."
To survive in the wilderness, strength is of course the most important, but wisdom and vigilance are also indispensable. According to the rules set by Reg, even if Bearfolk is just hunting blue sheep, he will leave manpower behind to support him.
"Understood."
Bart nodded vigorously. "I hope there is no horn whistle."
"I wish there were no horn whistles, too."
After saying this, Reg lowered his body again. "The rest of you will follow me and rest after Spirestone Valley."
As they continued to run, the mountain road under their feet began to become wider, with undulating gray White Stone Slope on both sides, and a gradually sinking dry valley behind them.
In the distance, a sharp white foothill can be vaguely seen.
Spirestone Valley is arriving soon.
The troops turned around a gray stone beach. Reg's eyes changed slightly, he glanced left and right, and suddenly raised his paws. The entire team quickly slowed down and came to a stop.
It was quiet all around, with only the sound of wind passing through the cracks in the rocks, and the withered grass in the distance swaying like fine waves on the lake.
Upon discovering the abnormality of the leader, several alert Bearfolk hunters immediately dispersed, leaned over and put their heads to the ground, twitched their noses and sniffed low for a while, their expressions became solemn.
"Leader, there are living people nearby."
The hunters whispered, "There are many."
Reg squinted his eyes and stared at the hillside on the left. Among the clumps of rocks and weeds, there were a few skinny dwarf trees, which looked normal.
But after a moment, a black arrow cluster slowly emerged from the weeds, followed by the second, third...
Mountain Goblin appears silently.
Savage Bone Clan's warriors were occupying high places, their long and thin arms stretched out their bowstrings, and their khaki skin almost blended in with the wild grass.
Reg looked around and saw that the opponent's location was well chosen, with high slopes on both sides, rocks in front, and ravines in the rear. Once a battle started, the enemies below would be trapped and surrounded immediately.
"Yazi."
Reg saw the leader of Mountain Goblin, showing his thick fangs. "What do you want to do by setting up an ambush here?"
"Disarm you, break your bones, and take you back to Savage Bone Canyon for interrogation."
Yazi replied, The conversations between Wild Clans are always straightforward and superficial.
"Just you?"
Reg smiled coldly, "Bearfolk, prepare to charge."
Mountain Goblin seems to have come out in full force. He is at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, but Reg is not worried. The strength of the Bearfolk warriors is the strongest among Windsong Plateau. It is unrealistic to defeat them just relying on terrain and bows and arrows.
After his words fell, Mountain Goblin's bow string tightened even more. The Bearfolk on both sides raised their wooden shields one after another. The Bearfolk warrior in the center bent down and let out a dull roar in his throat.
Reg was extremely confident that when Mountain Goblin fired the first round of arrows and pulled the bowstring again, the Bearfolk warriors would jump straight into their faces.
"Of course it's not enough for us alone."
Yazi looked at Reg below, and said in a cold voice, "Please Windsong Plateau, distinguished master."
Suddenly there was the sound of metal scraping against the stone ground on the hillside, strong and sharp, and the sound of footsteps slowly coming from the cold and wet mountain road.
A sudden wind came, bringing with it a silent oppression. The Bearfolks exchanged glances, scratching at the ground under their feet uneasily. Facing their gazes, Ferrum stood on the highest point of the mountain with their backs to the sun.
Hatchling Dragon is not as big as the adult Giant Dragon. As a medium-sized dragon species, Chrome Dragon is far from being able to exert power with its size.
But the moment Ferrum appeared, all Bearfolk felt that the surrounding space had become narrower, and the hot summer suddenly became very cold, as if a knife was shaving their faces in the wind.
Ferrum's figure is strong and stretched, his scales glowing silvery in the sunlight, and bone spurs extending backward from the edge of his body, like carefully forged blades.
After one month, Ferrum once again lowered his gaze and looked at Reg with orange vertical eyes.
After Chrome Dragon appeared, Cobalt Dragon also walked up from behind with dull steps, blocking Bearfolk's retreat.
Reg opened his mouth and was about to speak.
"Originally, I just wanted to capture some Bearfolk and go back for torture, but I didn't expect that you would be the one to do it in the end. That's fine."
Ferrum spoke first, with a calm and cold voice. "Put away everything you did before, Reg, I'm here to ask you a question. I really want to know what Bearfolk is hiding, or what are you worried about when you keep forcing us to leave?"
When Reg saw Hatchling Dragon appear, he originally wanted to bow and salute, but with the cold voice of Ferrum, his back that had just been bent gradually straightened up. He raised his head and looked directly at Hatchling Dragon, with a slightly heart-stopping look of hardness on his face.
"To be honest, I really want to know too."
Reg looked at the scales on Ferrum's face. "Cave Dwellers has become extinct, you have no way forward, and the conditions I offer are generous enough. If you want money or help, I can give it to you, but why do you have to rely on Windsong Plateau and refuse to leave?"
"That would be too ridiculous."
Ferrum said sternly, "Windsong Plateau is the land of Ashmark Lineage. We are members of Ashmark Lineage. As owners, it is natural for us to settle on our own land. Do we need Bearfolk's permission?"
"Master?"
Reg snorted lowly, the murderous intentions of both parties were fully exposed, and he didn't want to hide anything anymore.
"You dragons think that because you are born powerful and have a noble bloodline, you can call yourself masters, but you simply can't understand that without our support and labor, you gluttons can't even have enough food. Why are you so high and mighty?"
Reg squeezed his voice out from his teeth. "You treat us like this, do you still expect us to call you our masters sincerely and enthusiastically? The land of Windsong Plateau can belong to Bearfolk, Cave Dwellers and Mountain Goblin. It belongs to the people who create food on this land, but it does not belong to you shameless dragons."
"What you say makes sense."
Ferrum actually didn't get angry. "However, without the protection of Ashmark Lineage, where would there be a peaceful land to create food for you? Maybe you would have been killed by Aberrant Monster and wild beasts, and would have no chance to talk to me here."
"Without Ashmark Lineage, Bearfolk would be stronger than now, and we will protect our land by ourselves."
Reg beat his chest, and then said, "The Dragon Family you saw is indeed powerful, but in our eyes, it is just a body riddled with holes. Lost Wilderness There are millions of living beings, few of whom will be sincerely loyal to you. You don't know how many enemies you will face, and one day you will decline and die."
"This curse is vicious."
Ferrum raised his forehead. "I'm very curious, if the real Lord Giant Dragon is here, would you and your ally Bearfolk still dare to speak so wildly?"
Reg was startled for a moment and fell silent. The anger on his face subsided, but his fangs were exposed deeper.
"Then, I understand."
Ferrum nodded slightly. He is Chrome Dragon and has the ability of Opening Sight. He does not need Reg to answer. As long as he sees some subtle reactions, he can get the answer he wants and complete the assessment.
Bearfolk and their allies have no power against a Giant Dragon lord.
Reg shook his head. Hatchling Dragon was smart beyond imagination. These guys knew too much, forcing both sides to reach a breaking point. A battle was inevitable.
"Blow the whistle."
He gave orders to the soldiers around him.
The soldier nodded solemnly, and just as he picked up the horn whistle and put it to his mouth, he heard an even harsher whistle sound coming from a distance.
It sounded too fast and without interruption, as if someone had blown all the air out of their lungs in one breath.
That's the horn whistle of an attack!
Ferrum obviously heard that voice, and then saw the rapid change in the face of Bearfolk soldier, and got more information.
"My family member Yazi told me that every time Bearfolk goes out, he will always leave a support behind and use horn whistles to communicate with each other. Since I want to take action against you, I will pay attention to such things."
Ferrum said, "Two dragons and fifty Savage Bone Warriors should be enough to handle the support you left, right?"
Reg didn't answer. The horn whistle said everything. He lost his most important backup force and was completely destroyed by Hatchling Dragon and Mountain Goblin.
"You should have discovered that I am different from other Great Dragon lords. Now I want to build my own territory and army. If Bearfolk can be honest and loyal, I can forget about the past things and the family will not know about it."
Ferrum looked into Reg's eyes and said slowly, "Think about it carefully, this is your last chance."
"Heh--"
Reg took a deep breath, pulled off the large cloak, and revealed his strong body. "We have come this far, can we still turn back?"
He swung his battle ax and shouted, "Kill!"