A Dragon against the Whole World

"With the newly signed Magic Contract, the Snakefolk of the Poison Tail Tribe won’t exploit the situation."

"The Molten Iron Tribe has been continuously attacking our riverbank outposts, impacting trade and causing us significant losses."

"Preparation is key; this is no ordinary tribe anymore, we must strike decisively."

Listening to the elders below.

The Great Workshop Master Scott nodded slowly, the chief of the Golden Tooth Tribe, his eyes flickering, said, "The monopoly plan concerns our future, and with the Molten Iron Tribe opposing us, we can no longer let them be."

After deciding to strike against the Molten Iron Tribe.

The Great Workshop Master and the elders began discussing the war plan.

They carefully analyzed their respective strengths and weaknesses, concluding that to deal with the Molten Iron Tribe, it would be best to assemble a large-scale army and push forward directly, giving no chance for the Molten Iron Tribe to react, and to crush them head-on using Alchemy Golems and war machines.

Not long after.

The high-ranking goblins reached a consensus.

The foundation of the Molten Iron Tribe was weaker than that of the four major tribes in the Border Area, but it could not be underestimated. To boost morale, the Great Workshop Master used communication tools to first send preparation orders to the leaders of each outpost, and also prepared a war declaration.

"Warriors of the Goblin race!"

"Those arrogant reptiles in the Southwest! Scaly bandits! They burned our docks, plundered our wealth, and challenged the dignity of our Golden Tooth Tribe!"

"We will crush their pride with a tide of steel!"

"Let those winged lizards taste the power of the Alchemy Heavy Cannons!"

"Tear off their scales one by one and make new battle armor!"

After a pause, the Great Workshop Master’s voice, through communication and alchemy tools, resonated almost simultaneously across all outposts: "For the glory of the Golden Tooth Tribe! To revive the brilliance of the Goblin race! Crush all obstacles with steel!"

Roar!

Almost at the same time, an unusual roar sounded,

The Great Workshop Master’s eyes narrowed, noticing the roar emanated from one of the communication tools.

"Rogge, what’s going on?"

The Great Workshop Master asked the leader being contacted through this communication tool.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack, it’s a White Dragon, and many monsters!"

An urgent response came from the other side.

The Great Workshop Master was alarmed internally.

The audacity of the Molten Iron Tribe to dare such transgressions, not content with merely attacking the riverbank outposts... he thought to himself, this time the Molten Iron Tribe must be eradicated.

These savage monsters only become more aggressive step by step, their existence can no longer be tolerated.

The power gathered this time is bound to erase the Molten Iron Tribe in one go!

The Great Workshop Master spoke calmly, "Support is arriving....."

Before the sentence could be completed.

More anxious and tense voices erupted from the communication tools, interrupting the Great Workshop Master’s words.

"Ogres! Ogres are breaching our defenses!"

"Many Giant Wolves, they’ve concealed themselves and bypassed our dark sentries!"

"An Iron Dragon, I see an Iron Dragon approaching, along with a swarm of Dragons!"

Bad news came from everywhere.

Multiple outposts of the Golden Tooth Tribe were attacked.

"In the sky, it looks like a comet is descending upon us? No, it’s not a comet....."

Crash——!

With a deafening boom, like a meteor crashing into the earth, the voice behind the communication tool abruptly stopped.

The Great Workshop Master’s expression remained unchanged, yet it seemed to shift from calm to stiff.

The goblins intended to ’strike first’.

But while they were in the discussion hall, the Molten Iron Tribe’s army, under the cover of the Warlock Shaman, approached the major outposts of the Golden Tooth Tribe from multiple lines, stealthily hiding their movements, quietly getting closer.

To avoid alerting the enemy.

The troops closest to the goblin outposts did not act immediately but lay low, waiting for orders.

The first surprise attack would inevitably be the most effective, so they waited as long as possible for all units to be in position to launch simultaneous assaults on the goblin outposts, catching them off guard.

As the discussion among the goblin leaders progressed.

More and more units got into position, increasing the risk of being discovered.

The Molten Iron Tribe, this ’savage beast’, did not merely wait in hiding but revealed its claws at the right moment.

Rewind time to before the Great Workshop Master delivered the war declaration.

Southeast, Quartz Mine.

The sunlight cast long shadows of the steam towers across the mine, and the goblin lookout on the watchtower was chewing on a tobacco leaf, suddenly squinting his eyes.

Not far away, some reflections appeared odd.

"Hey."

He shouted down below, "The stones on the western slope seem to be moving! Take a closer look."

The deputy lazily leaned against the ballista, saying, "Is it those damned rock goats again? They ruined it last week..."

Before he could finish speaking, the ground began to tremble gradually, dust being shaken up then settling down.

Upon a sharper gaze, the goblin scout’s breath caught, his mind instantly tensing, it wasn’t stones or rock goats in his sight, but enemies charging, closing in at high speed!

The Red Iron Riders, Centaurs, Giant Wolf Knights, Hyena Knights... their Ironhooves first trampled the ground, crushing stones and soil.

Then came Ogres and Giant Troll Elites, in full heavy armor, towering and stout like small mountains of flesh.

The densely packed Jackal-Wolf Folk and kobolds mingled together, howling as they ran.

More terrifying was the white dragon shadow that skimmed across the clouds in the sky, revealing a fierce and cold stance.

The alarm at the mine instantly resounded through the valley.

Multi-hole steam crossbows extended from behind camouflaged rock walls, arrows gleaming coldly.

Buzz Buzz Buzz!

Black oil burned in the engines of the Mechanical Golems, transforming into energy surging through the pipelines, all golems standing ready.

"Open fire!"

Amidst the goblin operator’s roar, the crossbows shot out special armor-piercing arrows, sending a dense rain of arrows towards the sky where the White Dragon was flying. Yet before hitting the target, they were frozen by a fierce icy wind mid-air, falling towards the ground.

Whoosh!

The White Dragon skimmed low, Frost Dragon Breath freezing a Flesh Ripper.

The attack from the alchemy cannon landed on her, cracking the Ice Armor, scattering fragments, yet did not directly bring her down, not waiting for more attacks to lock on.

The soldiers from the Molten Iron Tribe surged in like a tide, forcing the goblins into a melee.

The White Dragon galloped through the sky, each strike destroying a Mechanical Golem, while the Jackal-Wolf Folk and kobolds like a swarm of locusts, tearing apart the goblins who were without the protection of golems, the Ogre Elite and Centaur Warriors gradually tore apart the goblin defense line.

Like the Quartz Mine, there were many strongholds under attack, with fires of war burning everywhere in the Southeast.

Strongholds like Refined Iron Mine and Thorny Beast Ranch of the Golden Tooth Tribe had differing soldier divisions, attacking armies from the Molten Iron Tribe varied accordingly.

The weaker ones were led by servant leaders like Gorging Demon Kalu, Dragon Vein Werewolf Russell, and Mixed-blood Centaur Elvira.

The stronger ones were directly led by Dragon Race, such as Iron Dragon Solrog, Red Dragon Samantha, and White Dragon Trish.

Moreover.

To maximize the gains from the first assault, Galos was not idling in Dragon Valley either, he targeted an important stronghold of the Golden Tooth Tribe.

Southeast, Steel Nail Sentry.

Here was the military defense node of the Golden Tooth Tribe, guarded more strictly than ordinary resource strongholds.

The goblins used a wall full of spikes, like steel nails, to block the ground routes, more than one Mechanical Golem stationed here, besides the basic Flesh Rippers, there were also more advanced golems, along with numerous alchemy heavy cannons and steam crossbows as defense units.

At this moment, the noon sun baked the Steel Nail Wall until it was scorching.

The goblin lookout guard had just pushed the goggles up to his forehead to wipe his sweat, a red comet streaking across the sky suddenly reflected in his pupils, even during daytime its tail flame was vividly visible, carrying extraordinary power.

Its descent speed was incredibly fast.

After being dazed for just a second, the goblin lookout guard saw its true form clearly.

Not a comet! Not a comet!

Clearly not a celestial body, but a giant dragon folding its Dragon Wings diving down!

A tearing air, like a death god descending, shriek resounded delayed after its appearance.

Then as it rapidly approached, the booming sound of breaking the sound barrier continuously rang out, like mountain thunder forcibly pulled near.

Now facing the goblins at Steel Nail Sentry were two messages.

The good news was:

The attacking enemy was only one, not like other strongholds, being attacked by numerous enemies.

The bad news was:

Coming was [Sky-Splitting Wings][Death Omen Star][Master of Red Wings], coming was — King of the Molten Iron Tribe.

Galos locked his gaze on the alchemy heavy cannon array, as he swung his Dragon Wings, the dark red flames surged tumultuously, dragging out a long light flame behind him, seemingly tearing open a blazing wound in the blue sky.

He was like red thunder cast by a Celestial God into the world, overshadowing the noon sun.

"Enemy attack! All gun ports open!"

The goblin commander tried to respond as quickly as possible, issuing the command.

But the Red Iron Dragon came too fast, too suddenly.

The steel wall full of spikes couldn’t hinder him.

Their anti-air heavy cannons needed several seconds from activation to firing, even with an alchemist personally operating, it took more time for precise lock-on.

So.

Those heavy cannons had just turned the gun barrels, but before firing, the Red Iron Dragon was already close at hand.

He came with unparalleled Dragon Breath, unstoppable, irresistible, in a posture of destroying everything, like a meteor piercing the earth, descending heavily with a trajectory vertical as a fiery line connecting the sky!

Boom!

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, then an ear-shattering force erupted, like a natural disaster.

The shockwave blasted open in a ring shape, followed by surging high-temperature air waves, the earth and rocks rising and spreading layer by layer, as if becoming liquid.

The barrels of the alchemy heavy cannons bent like candles under the high temperature, then thrown into the sky like toys.

The entire array of anti-air heavy cannons was almost completely destroyed in an instant, the goblins attempting to operate them left no remains.

Sunlight penetrated the rolling smoke, revealing a sturdy silhouette faintly within the ring-shaped pit and dense dust.

Whoosh—!

Fierce wind scattered all the dust, the Red Iron Dragon soared, displaying an unbelievably strong physique in the goblins’ view.

His form was muscularly robust, iron-forged muscles bulging one after another, scales unable to conceal.

His dragon horns were rugged, the Cold Burst Scales on his surface were like an indestructible Scale Armor, with thorns like a forest of swords.

He was razor-sharp, every part of his body seemed like a peerless deadly weapon, flashing a murderous edge.

Amid the surrounding Mechanical Golems.

He remained composed, his gaze calm, showing no nervousness or excitement on the cold hard dragon face with scales and dense thorns, as if he was not on a battlefield but strolling in a garden.

ps: Asking for a monthly ticket, will have an explosive writing tomorrow.