"It seems like he is indeed gifted."
Ferrum looked at the wounded, then looked at Little Cobalt Dragon carefully. "Then add one gold coin."
"That's great Ferrum boss."
Nipo jumped for joy and cheered. "No wonder Kेलaili abandoned us. Now I have to abandon other Cobalt Dragon. Otherwise, I might as well let you, the boss Ferrum, be the Cobalt-Blue Overlord."
There wasn't much time to rest and chat. When Nipo finished speaking, the ground shook slightly.
Hatchling Dragon looked up, and saw black shadows coming into view. Large pieces of Bearfolk were running wildly across the wilderness, their footsteps dense like strong drums, rolling up large amounts of smoke and dust.
Nipo stopped talking, bared his teeth, roared, and protected the dragons in front of him.
Without orders, Hatchling Dragon and Mountain Goblin quickly gathered around Ferrum. They climbed onto the high ground of White Stone Slope, stepping on the corpses of the defeated under their feet, and occupied the position where Bearfolk was previously.
Bearfolk gathered all their strength and rushed forward, but then slowed down and stopped a hundred meters away from White Stone Slope. They restrained their pace under the order of the leader, gasped and took off their iron shields, pulled out the short spears from their waists, and prepared to attack.
Wom stepped out of Warband. He was the most powerful warrior of Windsong Plateau. He was taller than the ordinary Bearfolk, with broad shoulders and back, and his mane was blown back by the wind. He had no weapons in his hands and was only carrying a shield of fine quality.
He slowly stared at Battlefield, his eyes swept over the broken corpse, blood stains, Hatchling Dragon and Mountain Goblin, and finally landed on Ferrum.
The two sides looked at each other across the blood-stained Battlefield.
"Wom?"
Ferrum stood at a high place, looking down at him. "Hatchling Dragon arrived Windsong Plateau after so long, this is the first time you have appeared in front of us, you are really impressive."
Wom didn't answer, but looked at Ferrum coldly, his pupils red as blood.
After a long while, he forced his voice out from his teeth. "If I had known, I would have taken action at Savage Bone Canyon and killed you directly."
He was angry in his heart. He didn't expect South's Bearfolk troops to be defeated so quickly. They couldn't hold on for even a quarter of an hour. Beio was indeed a complete waste. None of the so-called warriors in Bearfolk could compare to Reg.
As a result, his tactics were forced to declare total failure.
"Reg and Wom colluded with foreign enemies and rebelled against the family. Now Reg has been killed by me, and Wom is about to die."
Ferrum obviously knew this. He did not speak to Wom, but looked at the other Bearfolk: "But you don't know about this. Now you are standing still. I can regard you as innocent and you will still be Ashmark Lineage's loyal dependents."
Bearfolk The soldiers exchanged glances with each other and weighed the weapons in their hands.
"Back then, Zane accused Bearfolk of stealing and gave us a huge stigma, saying that we stole her mead. However, those wines were originally Bearfolk's own. After she came to Thunderclap Cliff, she arbitrarily took over them."
"For this reason, countless male bears were sold to Steelspine Plains to serve as slaves. They were unable to return home until they died. The entire Bearfolk was whipped all night long."
Wom turned back with a sneer and waved his hand, "You want to alienate us with such words, why not open your eyes first and see if any of these soldiers in front of you is not covered in scars?"
Hearing what he said, the Bearfolk warriors couldn't help but feel their blood welling up, their hatred strengthened their will, and a low muffled roar came from their throats.
"Lord Ferrum is not Lord Zane."
Ferrum said calmly, "Whether they want to rebel with you or not is not up to you, but Wom, I heard Reg say that everything you do is for the ethnic group, right?"
"For Bearfolk!" Wom raised his shield and roared.
"For Bearfolk!"
The soldiers roared one after another. The physical strength they had consumed by running all the way gradually recovered, their momentum was brewing, and they were ready to launch a charge at any time.
"Very good. Since it's for the sake of the tribe, don't drag them with you to hell."
As Ferrum said, he actually jumped down the hillside and walked towards Bearfolk's army alone. "Don't you want to kill me? I'll give you this opportunity. Come forward and face me. I will use your and my blood to decide the outcome of this battle."
He stepped forward calmly, ignoring the short spear in the Bearfolk soldier's hand. His body was strong and stretched, and he stood in the center of the Battlefield confrontation.
The momentum Bearfolk had just brewed was now suppressed by another silent force. The soldiers held their breaths in unison. No matter Mountain Goblin or Bearfolk, everyone's eyes were focused on that pale figure.
"Hello."
Nipo poked Moqi next to him. "Ferrum Boss, is this always the case?"
"It's only like this when there's a war."
Moqi was very nervous and replied casually, "I know Ferrum. He wants to buy us some time to rest. There are also many wounded people in Mountain Goblin. We don't have many soldiers in our hands, so he can't help it..."
"This is so charming."
Nipo said, "It's just like Great Dragon."
In the Bearfolk camp, Wom looked indifferent. He had already seen the power of Ferrum. Such a powerful Hatchling Dragon should not exist in this world, but he had to admit that the other party made a good proposal and this was an excellent opportunity.
On the other hand, if he cannot defeat Ferrum, then it will be difficult for this battle to continue. If Hatchling Dragons want to escape to Gray Mountain, Bearfolk cannot stop them.
In addition, Mountain King has not arrived yet, he still needs some time.
The confidant next to him tried to persuade, but was pushed away by Wom calmly. He threw down the shield in his hand, stepped out of Bearfolk's Warband, and walked into the center of Battlefield step by step. He then stooped slightly and was ready to go.
"Wild Spirit, give me power!"
Wom roared loudly, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, causing his body to expand out of thin air. When he raised his head again, he had no pupils, and his eyes were filled with incandescent lightning.
"Come!"
Wom rushed towards him.
"Wild Spirit, you must surrender in front of dragons."
Ferrum slowly lowered his back, twisted his bones and muscles, and formed a strange zigzag shape, accumulating huge power inside his body.
Wom rushed forward violently, then jumped up suddenly, and his huge body fell in mid-air like a god. He roared with all his strength, concentrated all his power on his claws, and smashed him down.
He knew the strengths of Ferrum. He had once evaluated this enemy's fighting style with Reg, and came to the conclusion that he should not let the opponent take advantage of his agility and speed. Don't deal with Pale Shadow. Once he fights, he must try his best to determine the winner in the shortest time.
Wom used the height of his leap to put all his strength, thunderstorm and hatred into this blow. The giant claw fell from above, like a dark cloud suddenly collapsing, crushing Ferrum together with the white stone ground under his feet.
This is no longer a duel between warriors, but a fight between wild beasts in the wilderness. There are no rules and no way out. The fight between wild beasts should originally determine the winner in an instant.
Life and death!
Ferrum stood under the shadow in person and realized that the other party had jumped so high.
Wom is indeed the most powerful warrior of Windsong Plateau. With such a force, ordinary creatures have no time to think. The thunder and lightning between his claws are like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. If it hits the target, it will instantly break the skull and spine of a Hatchling Dragon.
But he made a mistake.
A mortal body cannot leap when facing Chrome Dragon.
Ferrum's four claws suddenly clawed into the ground, and each bone made a fine crisp sound, as if countless small hammers were beating and forging inside his body. The next moment, Chrome Dragon's low body suddenly bounced up.
"Wedge Form."
Ferrum has not used this move for a long time. However, not only is the killing technique not unfamiliar, but it has become more powerful because of the presence of Bone Growth. His right claw twisted into a lance covered by Chrome Bone and stabbed straight towards Wom in mid-air.
"Tsk."
There was a heartbreaking tearing sound.
Wom's giant claw hit the ground, shaking with a bang. The gravel, soil and blood exploded at the same time. Under the strong force, it actually formed a wave that spread out.
But the attack failed in the end, leaving only two deep palm pits on the ground. The edges of the pits were scorched black, and lightning flashed through the cracks in the rocks.
"I..."
Wom stared blankly at the huge wound on his chest, almost in disbelief. "How..."
The next moment, footsteps like an earthquake sounded from behind Bearfolk's troops, heavier than ever before. He knew it was Mountain King who had arrived. Previously, he was annoyed that Beio was a waste and couldn't stand in front of Hatchling Dragon for even a quarter of an hour. He didn't expect that he would be the same.
"Be loyal to Mountain King, kill them!"
Wom used his last strength to yell the order, and then fell to his knees.
At the same time, Ferrum also heard a huge roar from the west.