To select the Warband Leader of the Iron Will, many chieftains happened to be gathered in Dragon Valley at this time. After deciding to go to war with the Golden Tooth Tribe, Garros rose into the night sky.
Under the gaze of countless eyes.
The Red-Iron Dragon's wings suddenly unfurled, and the sparks generated by the friction of his fine scales poured down like a rainstorm.
"Listen up! Warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe!"
The Red-Iron Dragon's roar shook down crumbling stones: "The goblin vermin of the southeast are eyeing us greedily."
"They dare to drive boundary stakes into our rivers! They dare to leave arrow holes in our strongholds! They think they can place a tax yoke upon us!"
His voice paused slightly, then continued even louder.
"I want to see the Golden Tooth Tribe's furnaces become our ironworks! I want to see the goblins wailing and begging for mercy in the flames, and let the entire Borderlands know that a true king is coming!"
"Now—"
"Sharpen your claws and fangs!"
"Polish your weapons!"
"—Prepare to fight for your king!"
His sky-blotting wings spread like banners, and the Red-Iron Dragon's voice as he declared war rang out in the night sky of Dragon Valley like a quenched steel blade.
"For the great Lord of the Crimson Wings!"
"For the Molten Iron Tribe!"
"For the King of the Borderlands!"
All the warriors struck their shields with their weapons simultaneously, making a sound like drumbeats.
Excited wolf howls and roars rose and fell, unending.
The warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe were, without exception, bellicose and ferocious; even the Centaurs of the lawful alignment were each brave and skilled in battle.
They did not fear war; they even looked forward to it.
Ten years of shrinking back and lying low had long since left them hungry and thirsty.
Their claws and fangs craved blood.
Afterward, orders were issued one by one.
The subordinate chieftains no longer gathered in Dragon Valley, but instead went to the various stations of the Molten Iron Tribe.
They opened the granaries to release food, distributing stored meat to be boiled into soup with vegetables, providing an unlimited supply. Even the lowliest Gnolls and Kobolds could finally eat their fill until their bellies were round.
Elite troops like Centaurs and Ogres received even better treatment.
High-quality meat from Vicious Beasts or monsters, along with fruits and vegetables containing Demonic Energy, became their staple food.
After feasting heartily, they donned iron armor and picked up their weapons, ready to fight at any moment. They did not stay idle during the preparation period, performing moderate-intensity training to warm up for battle and keep their bodies active.
They each received their orders.
After the dawn had risen seven times, the fully prepared Molten Iron Tribe warriors would launch a more violent attack on the Golden Tooth Tribe's strongholds, and it would no longer be limited to the riverbanks.
Mines, ranches, and pastures—the main strongholds of the Golden Tooth Tribe in the southeast—were all listed as targets for attack.
The subordinates located in the Howling Wind Forest also received orders. The Wolfman Shaman used Spells to speak with the White Tiger, telling this powerful and fierce Wild Monster Lord that it was time to tear the enemies of the Molten Iron Tribe to pieces.
Dragon Valley.
Garros fed on the high-quality flesh of the Giant Black-Scaled Snake, washing it down with mouthfuls of 93 Black Oil. The energy in his body gradually filled up. After finishing his meal and replenishment, he did not exercise further, calmly adjusting his state.
The seven days were for pre-war preparations and formulating combat strategies.
It was also the time needed for Garros's Frostburn Scales to fully recover and for his own condition to reach its Peak.
Buzz!
A crystal lit up, and deep blue light outlined the figure of the Red Dragon Samantha.
This was a Projection Stone, a more Advanced communication item purchased through the Gem Merchant Guild last time. It could transmit images and sound in real-time and was resistant to magic interference, making it much more expensive than an ordinary Communication Stone.
Currently, only the Dragonkin in Dragon Valley and the core subordinates possessed them.
Samantha had already received the news, but she was located in the Sulfur Hills and was presiding over the Alchemy production line. With an Advanced communication item like the Projection Stone, she did not need to come to Dragon Valley in person.
"If we can obtain the Black Oil Field and take down the Golden Tooth Tribe, we can also try to manufacture Alchemy Golems, War Machines, and various medium-to-large Alchemical Items."
The Red Dragon said excitedly.
The Alchemy industry cannot function without energy.
The Alchemy industry of the Molten Iron Tribe had been slow to develop mainly because of a lack of energy. Some key, large-scale Alchemical Items required burning black oil as fuel, which the Molten Iron Tribe could not afford to supply.
With the reserves of a Black Oil Field, the Alchemy industry could develop rapidly.
"The higher-purity black oil you want can also be extracted and refined once we have the output of a Black Oil Field."
Samantha added, not forgetting her elder brother who loved to drink black oil.
"I look forward to it."
The Red-Iron Dragon said, "Seven days from now, we will go to war with the Golden Tooth Tribe. Samantha, in the meantime, stop the production of weapons and armor and concentrate your capacity on manufacturing High-Explosive Flame Beads."
High-Explosive Flame Bead—this was the strongest offensive item currently in the Red Dragon's Alchemy Legacy.
It was a single-use item with no threshold for use.
The Molten Iron Tribe lacked mid-level and high-level power. With the power of the High-Explosive Flame Beads, it could more or less make up for it, but they were not cheap to produce. Every one thrown out was equivalent to its weight in silver, almost like fighting with wealth.
However.
As long as they could get the Black Oil Field, any current investment was just a drop in the bucket.
"Good! Blow those bastards up!"
After a brief communication, the Red Dragon Samantha deactivated the Projection Stone, rushing to oversee the production line.
"Sorog, what suggestions do you have?"
Garros looked toward the Iron Dragon.
The Iron Dragon's eyes overflowed with psionic light, and his mind raced at high speed, analyzing the current situation and formulating combat strategies.
In his vision, a map of the entire southeast and southwest seemed to appear.
The distribution of major strongholds, the known strength of defenses, and so on were all clearly visible.
The battle had not yet begun, but he was already constantly performing simulations based on the conditions of both sides, gradually forming a clear outline in his mind.
"We and the Golden Tooth Tribe each have our own advantages and disadvantages."
Iron Dragon Sorog said, "The Golden Tooth Tribe has deep accumulations, with many Mecha Golems and Alchemical Items. Among them are some high-power Heavy Cannons and powerful War Machines; their frontal combat capability is extremely strong."
"However, they themselves are weak and almost entirely dependent on the Alchemy industry, being severely specialized."
"They tire more easily and have a greater need for logistics and supplies."
"The goblins themselves are the Golden Tooth Tribe's greatest weakness."
"In contrast, our Molten Iron Tribe warriors are almost all tireless braves with very low demand for logistical supplies. Relying on their powerful physiques, they can fight continuously for a long time. Moreover, with us Dragonkin present, we have the advantage in mobility."
The light in the Iron Dragon's eyes did not fade.
He continued, "In a war with the Golden Tooth Tribe, we should avoid large-scale frontal conflicts, avoid fighting in open areas like plains, and avoid pouring all our strength into a single battle."
"We should carry out scattered raids on their various strongholds, fight on multiple fronts, and strike at and intercept their logistical supplies."
The Iron Dragon spoke quickly, but every word was precise and clear, his speech well-organized.
He calmly explained a thorough and detailed combat strategy.
"The core of all tactics is: break into parts and strike at multiple points."
After several full minutes, the light in his eyes slowly faded. He stopped speaking and rubbed his head hard with his claws, showing a very exhausted expression, his gaze even somewhat unfocused.
High-intensity rapid thinking took a heavy toll on his psionic energy.
The Iron Dragon now felt as if his head were splitting, his brain becoming muddled and sluggish.
"What do you think?"
The Iron Dragon exhaled, enduring the headache to ask Garros.
The Red-Iron Dragon nodded slightly: "It's similar to what I thought. We'll go to war with the Golden Tooth Tribe according to this strategy." After a moment's thought, he added, "White Dragon Tereshi and Elvie can also be deployed to the battlefield."
"Hmm? What about the Fertile Plains? The Abyssal Rift still exists."
The Iron Dragon's question carried the sluggishness of psionic exhaustion.
"No matter. If necessary, we can just abandon the Fertile Plains first. If the goblins want it, let them have it."
"What does it matter if we let the goblins keep it for us temporarily?"
The Red-Iron Dragon grinned: "We'll see if they can hold onto it."
The Iron Dragon nodded in realization: "I understand."
He looked at the Red-Iron Dragon with an admiring gaze and said, "As expected of you, Garros, my dear brother. You think more thoroughly than I do. Even though I have become a Psion and use psionic Spells, I am still not as good as you."
Garros nodded slightly and said with a calm expression:
"You're not bad either. Your growth has exceeded my imagination. In the overall coordination of war, you will surpass me sooner or later."
In reality, there were some details in the Iron Dragon's battle plan that Garros hadn't thought of, but he still accepted the Iron Dragon's praise calmly. They were brothers, and some small things didn't need to be pointed out.
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