The Dragon Lord ran away......

However, it still has many eyes, ears and eyeliners left in its territory, and it ambushes and frequently launches surprise attacks wherever wizarding teams pass.

These creatures are either hordes of dragonmen warriors or some indigenous tribe who don't know whether they are alive or dead, but in either case, they can't shake the huge metal convoy that looks like a long snake.

They came and attacked...... It's forever left.

How did they know that what they thought was a hidden raid was so clumsy and rudimentary in the eyes of wizards. The eyeball fighters flying 100 meters above the ground opened a small hole the size of an egg under the belly of the plane, and they were radiating detection ripples of different colors downward.

Whether the dragonmen or the indigenous tribes are ambushed in mud traps, dirt pits, or bushes, their vast life energy cannot escape the scanning and perception of life ripples. What they thought was a hidden raid had already been detected by the Eyeball Fighter and fed back to the wizards in the metal convoy.

As a result, the metal convoy that was rushing forward suddenly had several goblin chariots turn around and rush towards these 'traps' with billowing smoke and dust.

Before he could get close to the trap, the magic cannon erected above the goblin chariot began to roar continuously, sending dust and branches flying around the trap. Before the dragonmen or natives who were forced out of the trap could rush to the goblin chariot, they were shattered by the dense energy rays and the ferocious magic cannons, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

If there are Tier 2 creatures in the ambush, several goblin chariots will not engage them head-on at all, and the front of the vehicle will start a guerrilla attack as soon as the head of the vehicle turns. No matter how powerful a second-order dragon man is, how many times can he withstand the bombardment of magic artillery? If the enemy does not fall, there are still wizards stationed in the accompanying chariot, and powerful and strange effects of witchcraft rain down, and even the most powerful enemy will fall in grief and anger.

From beginning to end, neither the dragons nor the indigenous tribes wanted to catch up with the goblin chariot for a moment. And the ranged skills they possess are either powerful spear throws or semi-mid-range metal pikes, and they have no other purpose than adding a few pits and decorations to the metal shell of the goblin chariot.

On one side are heavily armed killing machines from the higher planes, and on the other side are narrow-minded and self-contained primitive natives...... Although the dragonman's individual strength is enough to easily crush the goblin driver and wizard accompanying the goblin convoy, the battlefield is presented with a one-sided dumping and killing.

It is the dragonmen who have strong basic qualities but primitive tactics and ignorance that have fallen to the ground, while those who proudly stand on the battlefield are obscene goblins who are weak individually but have armed themselves to the teeth with magic weapons and sorcery.

This is not a special case of a local battlefield, but a strong crushing of another backward civilization by a foreign civilization!

In the powerful collision between civilizations and civilizations, the gap in strength between the two sides is also clear at a glance, and it cannot be made up and flattened by individual courage and enthusiasm alone. At least these rangers in front of them are not strong enough to ignore the gap in technology and equipment!

As soon as the dragon's territory was crossed, the huge metal convoy did not need to stop to rest and replenish supplies, and forcefully crushed the sporadic 'raids' of the local area, and then sailed away along the pre-planned route.

The local natives or monsters who were not eye-opening were originally a little dissatisfied with the metal convoy passing through their territory, and were ready to pursue them. But when they saw the terrifying metal dragon behind the huge convoy that stood like a hill, the violence and arrogance in their hearts vanished in an instant.

Alien wizards have created a terrifying metal dragon and taken it to a frenzied challenge to the Dragon Lord...... Such rumors spread in all directions at a plague-like speed, making every living creature who heard the news faintly look forward to it.

To be honest, in the Reims plane, except for the Dragonman Legion and those Dragon Worshippers, all the other indigenous tribes who possess wisdom are filled with anger and hatred towards the Dragon Lords in their hearts.

When the dragon lords controlled the extreme power of the plane, they could only choose to forbear and surrender. But once the Dragon Lord is overthrown in the mire by another powerful enemy, the hatred that has been enslaved for thousands of years is quickly detonated!

Whether the wizards came to deliver their Holy Spirit, they don't know. However, when the ruling order maintained by the dragon lords with great force and high-pressure posture collapsed in the past, the sudden wave of counterattacks that erupted in various places quickly engulfed those scattered dragon people or dragon worshippers.

It only took three days for the metal convoy to cross the dragon's territory and enter the realm of another Tier 2 dragon.

And that second-order dragon was not much stronger than the first-order dragon, and the organized border guards collapsed in an instant under the ferocious fire of the metal convoy. So, the second-order dragon also hurriedly packed the package and ran away with the wealth he had worked so hard to collect.

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It is a narrow valley road between two majestic mountain peaks.

Dragon-worshippers from all over the Wilhard Dragonlord were toiling to erect sturdy stone barricades and wooden platforms at the entrance to the southern part of the canyon.

A sturdy drake warrior was scattered throughout the canyon, resting against the rock wall as he gritted his teeth. Around them, the diminutive ratmen or lizardmen hunched over their bodies, carrying baskets full of food to them.

Grabbing a swarthy cheese from a basket of wattle bars and tossing it into his mouth, Hannah, the dragon warrior, squirted everything out with a violent cough with a single bite.

"Damn...... Bastard...... This...... What is this?" Hannah roared angrily as he pulled a bloodshot piece of cheese out of his throat.

Out of anger, Hannah's large, scaly-clad hand smashed the nezumi slave in front of him into flesh with a single blow of hammer.

"Don't pick and choose, give me all this food to eat!" a dragonman leader who was dragging his huge body around the canyon roared in a louder voice, "Do you think this is still a dragonman camp? There are sweet and delicious Salo pork chops waiting for you? Don't be delusional, let me eat this food quickly, we will have to fight those foreign invaders in a while......"

Everywhere in the canyon, one after another the dragon warriors raised the black jerky in their hands, and after trying for a long time, they couldn't make out what kind of rat or beast they were, so they could only close their eyes and stuff them into their mouths.

The fishy, bitter smell echoed in the mouth and nose, making every dragon warrior frown and curse.

It was too difficult to eat this unknown jerky that was a fight with dead tree bark, and one of the dragonmen warriors had a whim, grabbed one of the nezumi slaves at his side, wrenched off its head, and poured blood into his mouth with his neck raised.

Sure enough, moistened by the fresh blood, the jerky and cheese were no longer as hard to swallow as before.

The other dragonmen warriors did the same, grabbing the servants they were serving, twisting off their heads or skulls, and gulping down blood and brains.

For a moment, the canyon was filled with the arrogant and heavy roars and roars of the dragons, mixed with the shrill and weak deathly wails of the nezumi and the lizardmen......

In the distance, indigenous coolies from nearby villages were toiling to strengthen the blockade built by boulders. Thick sharpened wooden stakes were driven into the dirt, pointed outwards and coated with the terrible poison that sealed the throat with blood.

Trolls, ogres, pigmen, bears...... A sturdy native slave is either shouldered or hand-carried, busy. And those black-robed dragon-worshippers brandished their leather whips, shouting incessantly, desperately urging them to speed up.

Standing at the mouth of the gorge and looking far away, the dust rises under the horizon beyond the sight, and it seems that a behemoth is frantically advancing here.

Morse picked the hood in front of him with the tip of his whip, raised his head and squinted at the sky in silence.

In the gloomy and dim sky, black dots the size of sesame seeds were flying and coiling. Judging by their flight altitude and flight trajectory, it cannot be a mountain eagle. Because many times, they coil and spin too quickly, and Morse has never seen a flying creature with such an unpredictable flight trajectory as he grows so big.

What are these? Flying monsters driven by wizards, or alchemical creations created by wizards with strange sorcery?

A series of questions floated in his mind, but he couldn't find any answers.

As an important figure in the dragon worship religion, Morse certainly has some of his own means.

As a series of short and rapid incantations sounded, Moss blessed himself with a 'hawk eye technique', and only then did he really see the true face of those black spots.

"Go, inform Lord Zamu that the enemy sentinels have arrived!" Morse commanded one of the dragon worshippers in the harshest tone of his voice.

The dragon-worshipping cultist immediately stumbled into the depths of the canyon.

A moment later, with a slight tremor of the earth, a large number of dragonman warriors lined up in a neat line, holding high-handled battle axes and rushed out from the depths of the canyon, led by none other than the second-order leader of the dragonman legion, Zamu.

"Enemy...... Where is the enemy?" Zha Mu clutched two huge swords in his hand, and roared loudly in front of Moss, who was dressed in black robes, as he walked to the ground.

Morse pointed to the sky with his whip.

Sticking to the pergola, the strange vertical pupils of the snake lizard creature suddenly constricted, and with his super eyesight, he instantly captured the strange black dots that coiled in the dim sky.

Under the dim light of the sky, all the black dots had a smooth and neat surface, reflecting the unique blue luster of magic metal, and at first glance it was not the monster form that the Reims plane should have.

"Let me take shelter in the battle fort...... That's the enemy's flying eye post!"

Under the command of the leader of Zamu, a large group of dragonman warriors either burrowed into the battle castle or leaned against the rock wall, and instantly concealed their figures.