The mountain wind swept across, causing Wom's mane to ripple.
The Bearfolk warriors of the brigade sat and waited, putting their iron shields and battle axes at their feet. Although there were many people, there was no noise at all.
They adjusted their resting postures and only spoke quietly to each other, as if they were oppressed by the chilling atmosphere flowing in the air.
After a moment of silence, the horn whistle suddenly sounded.
At first, there was just a sharp whistle from the edge of the canyon, then the sentries on the periphery also sounded the alarm, and finally, the rapid horn whistles began to rise and fall along the continuous foothills.
"Big boss, those Hatchling Dragon rushed out."
Confidants came to the side to report urgently.
"I can hear you."
Wom stared at the south with a gloomy expression. "They really want to break out. Are the soldiers from all departments ready?"
"According to the order of the big leader, none of the ministries has built camps, and the soldiers are ready to set off at any time." The confidant replied.
"Then, blow the trumpet to signal the assembly to the south."
When the order was given, the trumpeter not far away immediately raised his horns, took a deep breath, and blew a steady and long whine toward the mountains.
The horn sounded twice, and Bearfolk immediately started to move. The soldiers tied their weapons and shields to their backs, lowered their limbs, and rushed straight into the dense mountain wind. Where they were originally stationed, only various scattered footprints and debris were left.
Platform South, White Stone Slope.
The three hundred soldiers stationed here got into position. Bearfolk reacted quickly, but Hatchling Dragon advanced even faster. They had already heard the sound of horn whistles from far to near.
Sentries everywhere gave fierce warnings, indicating that the enemy was approaching at high speed.
The soldiers were carrying battle axes and their blood was boiling. Not long ago, they received an order. The big leader predicted that Hatchling Dragon might take the initiative and flee south. Now the enemy is indeed here.
Wom asked them to stop Hatchling Dragon here. In just a quarter of an hour, Bearfolk's main force will arrive. Once Hatchling Dragon's momentum disperses, they will be surrounded and everyone will die.
Rolling waves of dust rose in front, with Cobalt-Blue Overlord taking the lead, the Hatchling Dragons holding down their speed and following behind him, and finally the assembled Mountain Goblin warriors.
The huge Cobalt Dragon made a thunderous sound when it ran. There were only less than three hundred of them, but they had the momentum of a thousand troops.
"Short spear!"
South led the order. He is the fourth warrior of Bearfolk and has been in battle for a long time.
The soldiers held their short spears and waited solemnly. At first, Hatchling Dragon relied on the terrain to strangle Reg's troops. Now, if they stand on a high slope, Bearfolk also has his own weapons.
"Charge, full speed." They heard the enemy yelling and ordering.
So the troops that were running at high speed speeded up again, and the leader Cobalt Dragon roared, and everyone gathered into an array of arrows. They quickly dropped the rolling dust waves and rushed to the front in a very short time.
"Throw!"
The leader finally shouted, only at this distance can throwing spears produce maximum damage.
Bearfolk The people stretched their arms to throw, but they didn't have time to check the result of throwing the spear. They threw it with one hand, immediately changed their weapons and raised their shields.
At the same time, the Hatchling Dragons were already rushing forward.
The two sides collided violently.
The brutal fighting began immediately. Ferrum had given an order in advance to eliminate South's Bearfolk troops as soon as possible. Therefore, all the dragons used their full strength as soon as they came up. They roared and roared, showing Heavy-Metal Dragon's power like the roar of a mountain.
Bearfolk are also roaring, calling for their companions, waving weapons and shields.
They know how powerful dragons are, and even if their enemy is just Hatchling Dragon, they don't dare to look down upon them.
It's just that the number of Hatchling Dragon is sparse after all. Even if they charge with their dependents, there are only two hundred Mountain Goblin warriors behind them.
Mountain Goblin is certainly not an ordinary goblin clan. From the appearance, they are more like close relatives of the hobgoblins, a barbaric tribe with certain wisdom and force.
Even so, they are still not comparable to Bearfolk. Bearfolk originally had more powerful strength and physique, and now he has obtained a round shield and an iron axe. In their eyes, Mountain Goblin is like an animal that can be slaughtered at will.
But under the leadership of Hatchling Dragon, the battle situation was not like this at all.
These Mountain Goblins have become very brave for some unknown reason, just like a few wild beasts walking into a flock of sheep. The sheep have been tamed, contaminated with the breath of wild beasts, and suddenly turned into wolves.
Mountain Goblin formed a formation around Hatchling Dragon, united with each other, and had a tacit understanding like brothers. When Hatchling Dragon retreated, they took turns covering. When Hatchling Dragon broke the formation, they rushed forward to slash and kill, realizing all the tactics that were once impossible to perform.
The Bearfolk warriors kept roaring, but facing Hatchling Dragon, most of their powerful and heavy swings had no effect. Instead, they were killed by Mountain Goblin who attacked from the side.
With the continuous strangulation, Bearfolk's array was squeezed back. They gradually became tired and fell one after another.
It was only then that they were shocked to discover that they were the disadvantaged side with similar military strength. The battle situation had reversed, and Bearfolk was being massacred.
The most terrifying thing is not the Cobalt Dragon that almost overturned the front line, but the flashing Chrome Dragon.
Only now did Bearfolk finally know that it was not White Dragon but Chrome Dragon, Ferrum·Solaxus, which was Higher Species second only to Iron Dragon, and the butcher knife that Ashmark Lineage had trained with all his strength.
Chrome Dragon was flashing at high speed in Bearfolk Warband, like a pale ghost, with no family members following it. Bearfolk, who discovered this for the first time, was very excited and rushed forward to kill, hoping to get the first victory.
As a result, he died immediately as soon as he got close, either having his head penetrated or his chest torn apart, like weeds being harvested casually.
The shield cannot stop it, and the flesh and blood body is even more fragile. Wherever it passes, all it leaves behind are cut up corpses.
There is no more efficient massacre than that. That guy's fighting method is completely different from other Heavy-Metal Dragon.
At this moment, the four Bearfolk finally found an opportunity to attack, surrounded and killed the monster, and jumped towards the monster from different directions at the same time.
Bone Blossom bloomed again and again, and the leaping warrior was penetrated by the huge ossuary at the same time. Then the ossuary was retracted, and the four corpses fell to the ground, unable to even scream.
"Monster! Monster!"
No one dared to challenge it anymore. Wherever it passed, Bearfolks flashed out of an open space, some howled at the top of their lungs, and some could not control their fear and fled.
At the same time, Cobalt Dragon and Tungsten Dragon of Streamlands also arrived. They were very smart and did not fight to the death before. They just continued to harass and escape, dragging Bearfolk's troops.
Now it is discovered that Hatchling Dragon has arrived on the platform, and the dragon of Streamlands immediately returns and joins Battlefield.
Under attack from two sides, South Bearfolk was quickly defeated, and in the end could not hold on for even a quarter of an hour.
The stubborn resisters were quickly killed, and many people fled. The surrounded Bearfolk could only kneel down and surrender in order to survive.
"Pick up the wounded and prisoners and send them to Grey Mountain Borderlands first."
Ferrum ordered his family members, then found Gax and asked directly, "Can you help with this?"
Gax was breathing heavily, he was Iron Dragon, he fought savagely and ferociously, he was not as cautious as other Heavy-Metal Dragon, so he suffered serious injuries.
"Okay."
Gax's answer was equally straightforward, "But you need to pay for borrowing our land."
"We also want payment."
Cobalt Dragon of Streamlands ran over, first greeted Kेलaili, calling him the overlord, and then ran to Ferrum and said, "Boss Ferrum, we came from a place as far away as Streamlands to support us, and we also want to be paid."
Ferrum remembers this Cobalt Dragon. She is the smallest one in the Cobalt Dragon group. Although she is small, she is the liveliest and very clever. She always encourages Kेलaili to go out and cause trouble.
Kेलaili couldn't bear the harassment in Sunken Hollow, so he often went to stay with Ferrum.
"Repay is due."
Ferrum agreed and looked at her again, a little strange. "Nipo, why haven't you grown up at all?"
Cobalt Dragon is a large dragon species. It is bigger than Iron Dragon at the same age, but the Cobalt Dragon in front of you is only three meters long, similar to Dragon Hatchling.
"Because I am Scattered Fire Sets the Plains Ablaze and I am extremely talented."
Little Cobalt Dragon looked around for a while, and his eyes lit up. "Streamlands There is no war, so my talent cannot be used, but it can be done here. Ferrum Boss, if you pay me one more gold coin, I will do a good thing for you."
After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Ferrum to reply. She ran straight to the side, pointed at the seven or eight seriously injured and dying Mountain Goblin, puffed her mouth and breathed out.
The breath of Cobalt Dragon is Gravity Pulse, which will crush enemies that cannot bear their weight. Although Nipo is only the size of Dragon Hatchling, it is easy to kill these wounded who are dying.
But as she breathed out, not only did the wounded not die, but their injuries improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their originally gray faces gradually became a little bloodier.
"Well, I'm tired."
Little Cobalt Dragon finished blowing. "This is Vitality Breath, how about Ferrum boss, is it valuable enough? Now Cobalt Dragons have supported me to become the new overlord."