A Dragon against the Whole World

In order to select a Warlord with iron will, a large number of leaders had gathered in Dragon Valley at this moment. After deciding to go to war with the Golden Tooth Tribe, Galos ascended into the night sky.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

The wings of the Red Iron Dragon suddenly spread, and the sparks from the friction of fine scales poured down like a torrential rain.

"Listen up! Warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe!"

The roar of the Red Iron Dragon shook down crumbling stones: "Goblins and insects from the southeast are coveting us."

"They dare to nail boundary stakes in our rivers! They dare to leave arrow holes in our strongholds! They wish to shackle us with taxes!"

The voice paused slightly, then continued more passionately.

"I want to see the furnaces of the Golden Tooth Tribe become our iron forges! I want to see the goblins wailing and begging in the flames. I want the entire Border Area to know that a true king is coming here!"

"Now——"

"Sharpen your claws!"

"Polish your blades!"

"——Prepare to fight for your king!"

With wings overshadowing the sky like banners, the Red Iron Dragon’s voice during the declaration of war echoed like a tempered steel blade through the night sky of Dragon Valley.

"For the great Master of Red Wings!"

"For the Molten Iron Tribe!"

"For the King of the Borderland!"

All the warriors’ weapons simultaneously clashed against shields, producing a sound like drumming.

The exhilarating howls of wolves and screams echoed continuously.

The warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe were all invariably warlike and ferocious, even the Lawful Faction’s Centaurs were all courageous and battle-ready.

They do not fear war; they even look forward to it.

A decade of withdrawal and dormancy had left them hungry and thirsty.

Their claws yearned for blood.

Afterwards, orders were issued one by one.

The servant leaders no longer gathered in Dragon Valley but went to the various strongholds of the Molten Iron Tribe.

They opened warehouses for food distribution, stored and distributed meat, mixed vegetables into soups for unlimited supply. Even the most basic Jackal-Wolf Folk and Kobolds could eat to their fill, rounding their bellies.

Centaurs and Ogres, as elite soldiers, received even better treatment.

High-quality beast or monster meat and magically infused fruits and vegetables became their staple food.

After a hearty meal, they donned their armor, picked up their weapons, always ready to fight, and during the preparation, they engaged in moderately intense training to warm up for battle and activate their bodies.

Each received their orders.

Seven dawns later, when fully prepared, the warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe would launch a more ferocious attack on the Golden Tooth Tribe’s strongholds, not limiting themselves to the riverbanks.

Minefields, pastures, meadows... Major strongholds in the southeast of the Golden Tooth Tribe were all listed as targets for attack.

The followers in the Wind Howling Forest also received orders. The Wolfman Shaman used Magic to communicate with the White Tiger, telling this powerful and ferocious Wild Monster Lord it’s time to tear enemies apart for the Molten Iron Tribe.

Dragon Valley.

Galos feasted on the high-quality blood and flesh of the Black-Scaled Giant Snake, accompanied by sips of viscous black oil, gradually filling his energy reserves. After finishing his meal, he didn’t engage in further training, adjusting his state calmly.

The seven days were for pre-war preparations and making battle strategies.

It was also the time needed for Galos’s Cold Burst Scale to fully recover and reach peak condition.

Buzz!

A crystal stone lit up, azure light outlining the figure of Red Dragon Samantha.

This is a Projection Stone, a more advanced communication tool purchased last time through the Gem Merchant Group. It can convey images and sounds in real-time and resists magical interference, much more expensive than ordinary Communication Stones.

Currently, only the Dragons of Dragon Valley and their core followers have access to this device.

Samantha had received the message, but she herself was in the Sulfur Hills, overseeing the Alchemy Assembly Line. With such an advanced communication tool as the Projection Stone, there was no need for her to travel to Dragon Valley in person.

"If we can obtain the Black Oil Field and conquer the Golden Tooth Tribe, we can also try to manufacture Alchemy Golems, machines of war, and various medium to large Alchemy Tools."

The Red Dragon said excitedly.

Alchemy Industries cannot function without energy.

The development of the Molten Iron Tribe’s Alchemy Industry had stalled due to lack of energy. Some critical and large Alchemy Tools require burning black oil as energy, something the Molten Iron Tribe cannot supply.

With the reserves from the Black Oil Field, the Alchemy Industry can develop rapidly.

"The higher-purity black oil you want can also be extracted and refined with the output from the Black Oil Field."

Samantha added, not forgetting her brother who enjoyed drinking black oil.

"I am looking forward to it."

The Red Iron Dragon said, "In seven days, we will go to war with the Golden Tooth Tribe. Samantha, during this time, stop producing weapons and armor, and focus production on making High-Explosive Flame Pearls."

High-Explosive Flame Pearls—these are the most destructive Alchemy items in the Red Dragon’s alchemical heritage.

They are disposable, with no entry barriers for use.

The Molten Iron Tribe lacks mid and high-level forces, so the power of the High-Explosive Flame Pearls can somewhat make up for it, but their cost is hefty, each thrown being equivalent to its weight in silver, nearly tantamount to using wealth in combat.

However.

As long as they can obtain the Black Oil Field, any current investment is just a drop in the ocean.

"Alright! Blast those bastards away!"

After simple communication, Red Dragon Samantha shut off the Projection Stone, eager to control the assembly line production.

"Solrog, any suggestions?"

Galos looked at the Iron Dragon.

The eyes of the Iron Dragon shimmered with spiritual energy, thoughts racing, analyzing the current situation, and formulating battle strategies.

In his vision, maps of both the southeast and southwest seemed to appear.

The distribution of various strongholds, the known strengths and weaknesses of their Guards, everything was clearly visible.

The battle hadn’t started yet, but he had continually simulated the situation based on both sides, gradually forming a clear outline in his mind.

"Both we and the Golden Tooth Tribe have our pros and cons."

Iron Dragon Solrog said, "The Golden Tooth Tribe has a strong foundation, numerous Mecha Golems and Alchemy Tools, including some high-powered cannons and powerful war machines, with excellent frontal combat capabilities."

"However, they are inherently weak, almost entirely reliant on the Alchemy Industry, heavily biased."

"They tire more easily, need more logistics and supplies."

"The goblins themselves are the biggest weakness of the Golden Tooth Tribe."

"In contrast, our warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe are almost tireless giants with low logistical support needs, capable of long-duration continuous combat, especially with us Dragons, giving a mobility advantage."

The light in Iron Dragon’s eyes hadn’t faded.

He continued, "In warfare against the Golden Tooth Tribe, we should avoid large-scale frontal conflicts, avoid battles in open fields like plains, and avoid pouring all forces into a single campaign."

"We should attack their various strongholds in a dispersed manner, conduct multi-line operations, and cut off their logistical supplies..."

The Iron Dragon spoke quickly, but each word was precise and clear, logical and structured.

A comprehensive and detailed combat strategy was elaborately explained by him.

"The core of all tactics is...divide and conquer, bloom everywhere."

After several minutes, the light in his eyes slowly faded away. He stopped speaking, using his claws to vigorously rub his head, showing a very tired expression, and his eyes were somewhat vacant.

High-intensity rapid thinking heavily consumed spiritual energy.

The Iron Dragon now only felt his head splitting with pain, his brain becoming muddled and sluggish.

"What do you think?"

The Iron Dragon exhaled, suppressing his headache, and asked Galos.

The Red Iron Dragon gently nodded: "It’s quite similar to what I thought; we’ll go to war with the Golden Tooth Tribe using this strategy." He thought for a moment and added a bit more: "White Dragon Trish and Elvira, they can also join the battle."

"Hmm? What about the Fertile Plain then? The Abyssal Rift still exists."

The Iron Dragon’s question carried the dullness of spiritual overexertion.

"No problem, if necessary, we can temporarily abandon the Fertile Plain. If the goblins want it, then let them have it."

"For the time being, what’s wrong with letting the goblins guard it for us?"

The Red Iron Dragon grinned: "Let’s see if they can hold it."

The Iron Dragon nodded in realization: "I understand now."

He showed a look of admiration, saying to the Red Iron Dragon," Worthy of being you, Galos, my dear brother. You think more thoroughly than I do; even though I am a Mind Mage and use Mind Magic, I’m still not as good as you."

Galos lightly nodded, his expression composed:

"You are doing well too, growing beyond my expectations, and in overall war coordination, you will eventually surpass me."

Actually, in the battle plan of the Iron Dragon, there were details that Galos hadn’t thought of, but he still accepted the Iron Dragon’s compliment candidly. As brothers, there are some minor matters left unsaid.