A sliver of white dawn had just risen on the eastern horizon, though the grey-blue night still dominated the sky.
At this point, the Molten Iron subordinates had destroyed the last totem pole and killed almost all the resistors. Only a few trembling captives who had given up resistance remained, and the cleanup was underway.
Suddenly, a cloud of dust that blotted out the sun rose from the horizon.
The earth began to tremble.
It was as if an ancient giant beast was awakening.
Garros's vertical pupils contracted slightly as he gazed at the ground. He saw the Bloodhoof troops, like a long dragon, sweeping across the land in a grand procession, kicking up sand and stones.
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"Finally, they're here."
The Red-Iron Dragon's gaze was cold as he precisely locked onto the figure with the heaviest and most profound aura among the Bloodhoof troops.
It was a robust Minotaur, several sizes larger than even the Dragon-vein Gluttony Ogre. The Mammoth he rode was made to look like a small mount in comparison.
His muscles were like coiled dragons, and a pair of thick, rugged horns stood atop his head, seemingly aimed to pierce the sky. His pitch-black eyes were like bottomless abysses, devoid of emotion. His entire body radiated a terrifying, chaotic, and evil aura, making his Life Level difficult to discern clearly.
"As expected, it's a demonic atavism, and the demonic blood concentration is very high."
The aura of the Abyss blew against his face in the wind. Garros sensed a dangerous aura from Bahl Bloodhoof. This was an opponent that could not be underestimated; if an ordinary Young Dragon encountered him, fleeing would be the best choice.
Bahl keenly sensed the gaze falling upon him.
He looked up, his gaze piercing through the long distance and the clouds to lock eyes with the Red-Iron Dragon circling high in the sky.
In terms of size, among the three dragons circling in the sky, the White Dragon was the largest. However, Bahl did not pay attention to the White Dragon; his dark eyes held only the figure of the Red-Iron Dragon.
This dragon, so strong it was beyond belief and whose every body part seemed to be a lethal weapon, was the one leading everything.
Bahl understood this instantly.
"I was deceived by worldly perceptions. Dragonkin are not just arrogant and foolish; there are also individuals who possess both wisdom and power."
Bahl remained expressionless, silent in his heart.
In the future, when facing Dragonkin, he would never make the same mistake again.
Since birth, Bahl's path to rise had not been smooth. His appearance and temperament, different from other Minotaurs, had caused him to suffer cold looks and discrimination since childhood.
He had experienced failure more than once.
But he knew how to learn from failure and was not an insolent, arrogant person.
Every failure, as long as it didn't kill him, only made him stronger.
"This time will be no exception."
The area around the main camp was a plain. Bahl led the Bloodhoof troops at full speed across the land, kicking up dust like a dragon.
On the other side.
Among the Minotaur captives who had already dropped their weapons and were prostrating on the ground.
One warrior felt the vibration of the ground and smelled the scent of his kin. His heart filled with the desire to fight once more. His eyes turned blood-red as he suddenly lunged, only to have his head chopped off by a nearby Ogre's axe.
"Leave none alive!"
The Dragon Lord had issued an order: the primary goal of this war was victory, and nothing else mattered.
Now that the Bloodhoof troops had returned and the true decisive battle was approaching, the prisoners might backstab them. Keeping them would be a hassle, so they might as well all be killed.
Aside from the Centaurs, the Molten Iron Clan was composed almost entirely of cruel and violent creatures.
Even the Centaurs were brave and skilled in battle, showing no mercy to their enemies.
One by one, the monsters raised their blades and killed the captives who tried to resist, and blood flowed like a river.
On the other end, the Bloodhoof troops were getting closer and closer.
"Warriors of the Molten Iron Clan! The battle is not yet over. Form ranks!"
The Gluttonous Ogre spat out a piece of a broken bull horn and roared toward the sky.
The combat units of the Star-Shattering Hammer were the first to boil with excitement. Tall creatures clad in heavy steel armor marched with earth-shaking steps, forming a wedge formation in the center of the ruins.
They stacked together like bricks, building a steel wall in an instant. The Gnolls and Kobolds of the Iron Will, led by Hodge, filled the gaps and coordinated with the Ogres, looking like iron caltrops protruding from the battlements of a city wall.
Centaurs, Giant Wolf Knights, Hyena Knights, Lizard Knights.
The most mobile Crimson Iron Cavalry were positioned on the flanks, their lances and arrows gleaming with a cold, stern light.
Finally, there was the Eye of Annihilation, composed of warlocks, shamans, and casters from various tribes. They were located at the very rear, the fewest in number but extremely important, ready to cast various Spells at any time.
The Bloodhoof troops and the Molten Iron Legion charged toward each other.
Like two massive Vicious Beasts, they approached rapidly with thundering steps and were locked in close combat in an instant.
Bahl was at the forefront.
He leapt from the back of the Mammoth and then plummeted rapidly to the ground.
When his bull hooves struck the ground, they kicked up a circular shockwave that was almost tangible. The heavy armor formation of the Ogres at the front seemed to have been hit by a meteor; the three most robust Ogres were sent flying backward with their armor caved in, crushing an entire row of Gnolls behind them.
"Kill!"
Karu roared, knocking several Minotaur warriors aside as he shot toward Bahl like a cannonball, sweeping his mace studded with diamond spikes.
Bahl was bare-handed, with no weapon.
His ears twitched, and he turned to throw a punch.
The heavy punch was as fast as lightning, landing on the Gluttonous Ogre's chest before the mace could even reach him.
An irresistible force, like a mountain roar or a tsunami, surged forth.
Karu's scales shattered, and his chest collapsed severely. His robust body was actually knocked several meters off the ground, flying backward like a rag doll and plowing a long furrow in the earth.
White Dragon Tereshi roared, her wings flapping as she dove toward the Bloodhoof Chieftain.
"Ancestral Spirits, please grant me strength!"
The White-Mane Shaman beat his chest, his bull hooves continuously stomping the ground. His originally hunched and frail body swelled like a balloon, his muscles growing wildly. In an instant, he transformed from an old, weak appearance into a giant monster twelve meters tall at the shoulder, his body covered in dense tattoos and totems.
Before White Dragon Tereshi could get close to the Bloodhoof Chieftain...
The giant Minotaur monster condensed the power of the earth and threw rocks like cannonballs, which smashed into the White Dragon, and then he began to fight with her.
The two legions also turned like a flesh-and-blood millstone.
War cries, roars, and the sound of weapons clashing with iron armor rose and fell, echoing under the sky.
Elvie sped through the air, continuously firing Bursting Magic Arrows at the Minotaurs.
But before they could get close, they were blocked by earth and stone rising from the ground. The exploding debris splattered like bullets, indiscriminately strafing the surrounding Minotaurs and Molten Iron subordinates.
Several lifelike Great Eagle Spirits were summoned by the Tauren Shaman, spreading their wings over ten meters wide as they sped through the air, pouncing on the half-blood Centaurs.
The Dragon Vein Werewolf swung its claws, fighting fiercely with a Tauren General wielding a heavy sword.
The warlock groups on both sides continuously cast Spells, strengthening and augmenting their own units while weakening or directly attacking the opponent. Various Spell rays, curse marks, and elemental flames flew wildly across the battlefield.
The assembled Molten Iron Legion was not weak, but there were no fewer powerful warriors and shaman warlocks in the Bloodhoof troops—in fact, there were even more.
The leaders of the Molten Iron Legion were pinned down one after another.
Especially the presence of Bahl.
He was unstoppable, and any enemy who stood in his way was ruthlessly crushed.
After Red Dragon Samantha saw this scene, her wisdom once again took the upper hand.
She did not approach Bahl, instead attacking other Minotaur leaders to relieve the pressure on the Molten Iron Legion.
Bahl was not invincible; several lacerations had been left on his body by the dragon's claws.
However, as Bahl breathed deeply, these wounds healed instantly after absorbing some kind of energy from the battlefield, and his aura also grew slightly.
"He can grow during war, or can he absorb death energy?"
"No wonder the Bloodhoof Clan has been on a path of expansion and conquest since he took power."
The subordinate legion couldn't wear Bahl down; instead, they would only fuel his arrogance. After realizing this, Garros knew it was time for him to act.
Bahl smashed a troll in front of him into a bloody mist, then suddenly paused and looked up.
The Red-Iron Dragon turned into a crimson meteor and fell straight toward the earth. The scream of his wing blades cutting through the air drowned out all the sounds of fighting. He locked onto the Bloodhoof Chieftain and charged, using his body as a weapon.