However, it still leaves many eyes, ears and spies in its territory, ambushing and launching frequent raids wherever the wizard team passes.
These guys are either small groups of dragon warriors, or some indigenous tribes who don't know whether to live or die. Unfortunately, no matter what the situation is, they can't shake the huge metal convoy like a long snake.
They came, they attacked...and they stayed forever.
Little did they know that the raids they thought were concealed were so clumsy and crude in the eyes of the wizards. The Eyeball fighter planes flying hundreds of meters above the ground had an egg-sized hole under the belly.
The small hole radiates detection ripples of different colors downwards.
No matter whether dragon people or indigenous tribes are ambushing in mud traps, pits or bushes, their huge life energy cannot escape the scanning and perception of life ripples. In fact, their surprise attacks that they think are concealed have long been detected and scanned by eyeball fighters.
came out, and then passed feedback to the wizards in the metal team.
As a result, the metal convoy that was rushing forward suddenly turned around and several goblin tanks rushed towards these 'traps' dragging billowing smoke and dust.
Before they even got close to the trap, the mana cannon set up above the goblin chariot began to roar continuously, causing dust and branches flying around the trap. The draconians or natives who were forced out of the trap had not yet rushed to the goblin chariot.
In front of me, the body was torn apart by dense energy rays and fierce magic energy cannons, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.
If there are level 2 creatures among the ambushed enemies, a few goblin chariots will not engage in direct combat with them, but will start a guerrilla attack as soon as the vehicles turn around. How many times can the powerful level 2 dragonmen withstand the bombardment of magic artillery?
If the enemy still doesn't fall, there will be wizards stationed in the accompanying chariot. Powerful and weird witchcraft will rain down like raindrops. Even the most powerful enemy will collapse in grief and anger.
From the beginning to the end, these dragons and indigenous tribes could not catch up with the goblin chariot for a moment. And the long-range skills they possessed were either powerful and heavy spear throwing or semi-medium-range metal spears, except for the goblin chariot.
Apart from adding a few dents and decorations to the metal body, it has no other function.
On one side are fully armed killing machines from higher planes, and on the other side are the narrow-minded and autistic primitive natives... Although the dragon man's individual strength is enough to easily crush the goblin drivers and accompanying wizards in the goblin convoy, but what appears on the battlefield is
But it was one-sided oppression and killing.
Those who fell were the dragonmen who had strong basic qualities but were primitive in their techniques and tactics, while those who stood proudly on the battlefield were the wretched goblins who were weak in individual strength but armed themselves to the teeth with magic weapons and sorcery.
This is not a special case on a local battlefield, but a foreign civilization's strong crushing of another backward civilization!
In the powerful collision between civilizations, the gap in strength between the two sides becomes clear at a glance. It cannot be made up for and evened by individual bravery and blood. At least these stragglers in front of us are not so powerful that they ignore technology and equipment.
The difference is huge!
The little dragon's territory was passed through, and the huge metal convoy did not need to stop to rest or replenish supplies. It powerfully crushed the sporadic local 'attacks' and then drove away along the pre-planned route.
The local blind natives or monsters were initially dissatisfied with the metal convoy passing through their territory, and were ready to pursue it. But when they saw with their own eyes the terrifying metal dragon standing tall and towering like a hill behind the huge convoy, they felt something in their hearts.
The violence and arrogance disappeared instantly.
The foreign wizards created a terrifying metal dragon and took it to challenge the dragon lord crazily... Such rumors spread in all directions at the speed of a plague, making every living being who heard the news...
There was a vague expectation.
To be honest, in the Lance plane, except for the Dragon Legion and the followers of the Dragon Worship Cult, the other indigenous tribes who possess wisdom are filled with anger and hatred towards the dragon lords deep in their hearts.
When the dragon lord controls the ultimate power of the plane, they can only choose to endure and surrender. But once the dragon lord is overturned in the mire by another powerful enemy, the hatred that has been enslaved for thousands of years will disappear.
It was quickly detonated!
They didn't know whether the wizards came to rescue their holy spirits. However, when the ruling order maintained by the dragon lords in the past with strong force and high pressure collapsed, a sudden wave of counterattacks from various places quickly swallowed up those who had been dispersed.
Dragon people or followers of the Dragon Worship Cult.
It only took three days for the metal convoy to cross the territory of that little dragon and enter the territory ruled by another level 2 dragon.
And the level 2 giant dragon was no better than the level 1 dragon. The organized border guards instantly collapsed under the ferocious artillery fire of the metal convoy. So, the level 2 giant dragon also quickly packed up the package and rolled it up.
He ran away with the wealth he had worked so hard to acquire.
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This is a long and narrow valley between two majestic peaks.
Dragon worshipers from all over the Wilhard Dragon Territory are working hard, piling up solid stone barriers and wooden platforms at the entrance to the southern section of the canyon.
A strong dragon warrior is scattered throughout the canyon, leaning against the stone wall to rest while grinding his teeth and polishing his weapons. Around them, the short ratmen or lizardmen have hunched bodies.
, carrying a basket full of food and delivering it to them.
He casually grabbed a piece of black cheese from the wattle basket and threw it into his mouth. The dragon warrior Hanna took just one bite and then spat out the whole thing in a fit of violent coughing.
"Damn...bastard...what...what is this?" Pulling out a bloodshot piece of cheese from his throat, Hanna roared angrily.
Out of anger, Hanna smashed the rat slave in front of him into a bloody pulp with a hammer blow from his scaly hand.
"Stop being picky and eat all this food!" A dragon leader dragging his huge body to patrol the canyon roared in a louder voice: "Do you think this is still a dragon camp? Can there be a dragon camp here?
Sweet and delicious Salo pork chops are waiting for you? Stop dreaming, eat these foods quickly, we will have to fight those extraterritorial invaders later..."
Everywhere in the canyon, one after another, dragon warriors raised the black dried meat in their hands. After trying for a long time, they could not identify what kind of rat or part of the beast they were. They could only close their eyes and stuff them into their mouths fiercely.
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The fishy, bitter taste echoed in the mouth and nose, making every dragon warrior frown and curse secretly.
It was too difficult to eat this kind of unknown dried meat that was similar to dead tree bark. A dragon warrior had a sudden idea and grabbed a rat slave beside him, twisted off its head, raised his neck and drank the dripping meat.
Blood poured into his mouth.
Sure enough, moistened by the fresh and smelly blood, those dried meats and cheese were no longer as difficult to swallow as before.
The other dragon warriors followed suit, grabbing the slaves serving on their sides, twisting off their heads or cracking their skulls, and swallowed the blood and brains in large gulps.
For a time, the canyon was filled with the arrogant and thick roars and roars of the dragon people, which were also mixed with the thin and weak death cries of the rat people and lizard people...
At the mouth of the gorge in the distance, indigenous coolies captured from nearby villages were working hard to strengthen the defense blockade made of huge rocks. Thick, sharpened wooden stakes were driven into the soil.
The head was facing outward, and it was smeared with terrible poison that could see blood and seal the throat.
Trolls, ogres, pigs, bears... A strong indigenous slave was either carrying it on his shoulder or carrying it on his hand, and was very busy. The dragon worshipers in black robes were waving their skins.
Whip, shouting and shouting, desperately urging them to speed up their pace.
Standing at the mouth of the gorge and looking far away, the dust heads rise high under the horizon that is out of sight, and it seems that there is a huge creature heading here crazily.
Moss used the tip of his whip to lift the hood in front of his eyes, raised his head and squinted his eyes to silently look at the sky.
In the gloomy and dark sky, black dots the size of sesame seeds are flying and circling. Judging from their flight height and flight trajectory, they cannot be mountain eagles. Because many times, they are circling too fast, and Moss looks like this.
I have never seen a flying creature with such erratic and unpredictable flight paths.
What are these? Flying monsters driven by wizards? Or are they alchemical creations created by wizards using weird witchcraft?
A series of questions floated in his mind, but he couldn't find any answers at all.
As an important figure in the Dragon Worship Cult, Moss certainly has some methods of his own.
As a series of short and rapid spells sounded, Moss blessed himself with an 'Eagle Eye Technique', and then he could truly see the true identity of those black spots.
"Go, inform Master Zhamu that the enemy's sentry has arrived!" Moss grabbed a Dragon Worshiper and ordered him in the sternest tone.
The dragon worshiper immediately stumbled towards the depths of the canyon.
A moment later, as the earth trembled slightly, a large number of dragon warriors lined up neatly and rushed out from the depths of the canyon holding long-handled battle axes. The leader was Zhamu, the second-level leader of the dragon warrior legion.
"The enemy...where is the enemy?" Zhamu grabbed two huge swords in his hands and walked with earth-shaking steps to stand in front of Moss, who was dressed in black robes and roared loudly.
Moss pointed at the sky with his long whip.
As he set up a pergola with his wooden hands, his weird vertical pupils like a snake lizard suddenly shrank, and with his super eyesight, he instantly captured the strange black spots that were twisting around in the dim sky.
Under the dim skylight, the surface of all the black spots is smooth and neat, reflecting the unique blue luster of magic metal. At first glance, it does not look like the monster form that the Lance plane should have.
"Go into the battle fort and take shelter...that's the enemy's flying eye whistle!"
Under the command of leader Zhamu, a large group of dragon warriors either got into the battle fort or leaned against the rock wall, covering their bodies in an instant. (To be continued)