Iron Dragon knew that although Garros did not like to manage affairs, Garros's wisdom was superior to his own.
—Acknowledging one's own shortcomings and seeking the thoughts and opinions of those stronger is a rare and valuable quality for Dragonkin.
"Be on standby at all times."
The sun gradually slanted westward. After leaving behind those words, Iron Dragon flapped his wings and shot straight into the sky. Not long after, he returned to Dragon Valley, came before his brother, and told the Red-Iron Dragon what had happened.
"Is that so."
Red-Iron Dragon paused his training and nodded slightly, as expected.
"It is about what I thought. The Golden Tooth Tribe is able to make other merchant groups refuse to trade with us simply by influencing them through pricing, rather than through coercion."
Iron Dragon thought for a moment and said: "Deep down, I am unwilling to admit defeat. I am more inclined to use a trade war to counterattack the Golden Tooth Tribe, but the Golden Tooth Tribe's accumulation is deeper than ours."
"I searched through the Legacy, but I could not find any suitable trade war methods that could be used in this situation."
He looked toward the Red-Iron Dragon: "Garros, is there a good way?"
Under Sorog's expectant gaze, the Red-Iron Dragon slowly said: "Of course. A trade war with the goblins should be quite easy to fight."
Sorog asked excitedly: "What should I do?"
Garros stretched his wings, sparks flying as his dragon scales collided.
He said in a calm tone: "Attack them, destroy the Golden Tooth Tribe's strongholds on the riverbank, and make it impossible for them to trade anymore. The current problem will be solved easily. Of course, new problems will arise later, but there will be no need to worry about trade matters anymore."
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Question marks appeared over Iron Dragon's head.
"You call this a trade war?"
He couldn't help but say.
The Red-Iron Dragon nodded and asked in return: "Isn't it?"
He looked at Iron Dragon and said: "Sorog, my dear brother, you trust and rely too much on the knowledge within the Legacy. It is indeed very useful, but sometimes it will overwhelm you, making you unable to make the right choice."
His voice paused slightly.
The Red-Iron Dragon grinned and said: "The most effective, most simple and unadorned trade war is to kill everyone on the other side."
These words from Garros were not because his way of thinking was dominated by the Red Dragon Bloodline, but a conclusion reached after careful thought.
If they followed the Golden Tooth Tribe's rhythm and fought a price war with them, they would become the weaker party being 'bullied by the strong'.
Attacking directly and resorting to violence was the best way to break the deadlock; at the very least, it could drag the Golden Tooth Tribe from the Domain they were good at into the Domain the Molten Iron Tribe was good at.
"Are we going to have an all-out war with the Golden Tooth Tribe?" Iron Dragon said: "Now does not seem to be the right time."
Garros shook his head slightly and said: "Look at you, don't be so impatient. It is just a trade war; it will not escalate to the level of an all-out war."
Iron Dragon:.
"Kill everyone on the other side—isn't that what you just said?"
"It is just a metaphor," the Red-Iron Dragon said. "Striking their trading strongholds on the riverbank is enough. The Golden Tooth Tribe also has conflicts with other tribes that hold them back; they will not risk everything to deal with us. Goblins always lack determination when doing things."
Upon hearing this, Iron Dragon suddenly narrowed his eyes, keenly capturing the part of Garros's words that was open to debate, and said: "Garros, you seem to have a lot of prejudice against goblins. This is not a rational thought."
He mimicked Garros's tone and teased: "My dear brother, do not let prejudice and arrogance control you. They will only harm you."
Upon hearing this, Garros also realized the impropriety in his words just now.
Goblins always lack determination when doing things.
—The stereotype in the Legacy had influenced him.
"Hmm, you are right. It was my oversight."
The Red-Iron Dragon did not get angry or embarrassed by his brother's teasing; instead, he gladly said: "In the future, if there are similar things, remember to remind me immediately."
The arrogant nature of Dragonkin sometimes subtly influences one. Garros was already very cautious, but from time to time he would still be influenced without realizing it. At such times, he only needed a little reminder to react.
"There is no time to delay."
The Red-Iron Dragon said: "The night is the best cover. While night is falling, go and fight a 'trade war' with the Golden Tooth Tribe."
It was already evening, and the sky presented a dim gray-blue color.
After hearing Garros's words, Iron Dragon nodded and said: "For this first raid, it is best to directly destroy the Golden Tooth Tribe's Crescent Bay stronghold on the east bank of the river. Moreover, it needs to be a quick battle to finish it quickly, not giving them a chance to provide support. I want to mobilize a portion of the Death Angels."
Garros nodded: "You may."
The so-called Death Angels were actually a new battle group, mainly composed of noble air force units. The current main body of the battle group was the Wyvern Swarm, led by Wyvern Leader Tasha.
Garros did not set off and continued to stay in Dragon Valley, focusing on his own training.
With the current size of the Molten Iron Tribe, there was no need for Garros to personally intervene in everything. It was just dealing with some of the Golden Tooth Tribe's riverbank strongholds, not an all-out war; leaving it to the dependents to solve was enough.
While soaring in the sky, Iron Dragon first used the Communication Stone to contact the Centaur leader.
His Warlock Rank was currently not high, and his telepathic connection range was limited. Sometimes it was not as useful as the Communication Stone. This crystalline creation produced by alchemy was enough to replace many spells.
"Zakley, lead your elite troops to raid Crescent Bay."
"The Death Angels have already set off and will coordinate with you in the battle."
Iron Dragon's instructions came through the Communication Stone.
Silvermane, who had been on standby for a long time, raised his arm and shouted: "Warriors of the Crimson Iron Cavalry, follow me into battle! Crush those dirty and cunning goblins of the Golden Tooth Tribe!"
Hooves embedded with horseshoes trod over the hard soil of The Borderlands.
The Centaurs moved like the wind, racing toward their destination.
After some time.
Estonia Great River, east bank, a river bend shaped like a crescent moon.
The Iron Shield Merchant Group was anchored here, the ships had already docked, and the connection between the gangplank and the pier made a faint clattering sound.
All around the river bend, dense green figures were busy.
These humanoid creatures had long, pointed ears and arms that hung past their knees, and often revealed a shrewd smile under their flat noses. Their green skin was stained with the moisture of the river, their small eyes darted around, and their eyelids blinked rapidly, revealing an innate cunning.
—It was precisely the goblins of the Golden Tooth Tribe.
This was Crescent Bay, one of the key trading strongholds of the goblins on the Estonia Great River.
At this time, the night fell like an iron curtain. The last trace of light on the river was cut off by the searchlights of the goblin watchtowers, and the evening wind of The Borderlands, mixed with moisture, was exceptionally cold.
Both sides had already agreed on the price at this time.
The person in charge, Hammer, tightened his collar, rubbed his hands, and ordered the sailors to move the sealed spice barrels and Ore crates, in quite a pleasant mood.
The prices changed by the Golden Tooth Tribe to sanction the Molten Iron Tribe allowed them to purchase Ore at a lower price, return fully loaded, and sell it at a high price after returning to the Federation, earning massive wealth.
He took out gold coins, but this time he did not kiss or pray; he just spun them a few times and put them back into his waist.
Suddenly.
The ground trembled slightly, and the vibration quickly intensified.
Hammer was slightly startled, and immediately heard the dense sound of hooves striking the ground from the west side of Crescent Bay, as if thousands of troops and horses were trampling the gravel of the riverbank.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The goblin sentry rang the copper bell alarm.
At the same time, the night sky was suddenly torn apart by the screeching of Wyverns.
These Death Angels had already silently approached under the cover of night, dived down, and poured acid breath onto the watchtowers.
The pungent white fog instantly shrouded the night sky.
The Centaurs' manes flew, breaking through the fog, and their steel lances drew deadly arcs under the moonlight, charging toward Crescent Bay.
Several Demonic Energy ballistae turned their direction.
These precision killing machines could rapidly fire a large number of alchemical steel bolts and had once made countless raiders regret their actions on the riverbank, but tonight they only performed one volley before they were dismantled by the approaching Wyverns.
Strike first to gain the advantage.
The Golden Tooth Tribe's defensive power at Crescent Bay was not weak, but facing this sudden attack, they were somewhat unable to cope, and the defense line was quickly disintegrated.
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