The first ray of dawn pierced through the clouds.
Led by the Great Workshop Master and four Goblin Elders, the Alchemy Corps rolled across the land like a torrent of steel.
As one of the four great tribes that erged from the Border Area, its profound heritage was fully displayed during the war.
The corps was primarily composed of Flesh Ripper Golems forming the vanguard, each step causing the earth to tremble. Behind them were Steel Rippers, Earth-Splitting Fury Flas, and other advanced models, along with a lesser number of Elite Golems.
Additionally, there were chanical Beasts equipped with giant heavy cannons, advancing step by step with heavy strides.
Great Workshop Master Scott stood atop one of the chanical Beasts.
He was the most advanced Alchemist in the Golden Tooth Tribe, and even in the Southern Federation, his achievents in Alchemy could garner so acclaim, though not considered top-tier.
He was now over two hundred years old.
In a population of goblins with an average lifespan of 80, he was certainly regarded as a monster.
Nonetheless, his appearance showed no signs of aging, still resembling a young adult goblin.
Unlike the exaggerated facial expressions of other goblins, Scott’s face remained as calm as a mask, this unusual composure coupled with his lengthy life made him a ’legend’ in the eyes of the tribe’s people.
When Scott was born, the Golden Tooth Tribe had already discovered the Black Oil Field, gaining resources for its rise, yet still lacked foundational strength, forcing them to develop cautiously and discreetly; at that ti, the Golden Teeth Clan were like beggars holding gold, overjoyed by unexpected fortune yet fearing coveting by powerful neighbors.
Unlike other goblins.
As Scott gradually understood the world, he developed an obsessive interest in Alchemy.
He wanted to know the composition of stones, why tals could move, and the true essence of the world... He had so many questions and so much curiosity.
The desire to explore and a thirst for knowledge.
Combined with outstanding talent.
Predictably, Scott beca an Alchemist, quickly advancing in rank, decisive in action, and imdiately implenting ideas. As long as ti and materials sufficed, crafting cha by hand was not out of the question, and he quickly beca the leader of the Golden Teeth Clan.
After discovering a vast world, he once thought that if born in the Goblin Kingdom of the Lothern Federation, he might have a more expansive future.
Becoming a true legend was not impossible.
Nonetheless, Scott ultimately did not abandon the Golden Teeth Clan.
Leading the weak tribes of the Border Area to grow and prosper, step by step towards glory, was also a legendary achievent. He resolved to lead the Golden Teeth Clan through thick and thin.
At that ti, the Golden Teeth Clan was weak, afraid to reveal the presence of Black Oil, and even reluctant to mine it.
As an Advanced Alchemist, Scott could craft cha by hand, but it was ti-consuming, and he could not replicate them en masse, failing to beco the true pillar of the Golden Teeth Clan.
Thus, Scott took a gamble, forcefully smashing the heads of all dissenters.
He nearly exhausted the entire wealth of the Golden Teeth Clan to purchase yellowed cha blueprints and an old, rusty Flesh Ripper from rchants.
Through night and day of research, he gradually decoded the entire structure of the Flesh Ripper.
After another year, he spearheaded the creation of the first Flesh Ripper production line.
From then on.
The forge in the workshop never went cold again.
The Golden Teeth Clan finally had a trusted arsenal.
Gradually.
chanical Golems erged one by one.
Under Scott’s ticulous ntorship and guidance, Goblin Alchemists sprang up like mushrooms after a rain.
The Golden Teeth Clan gradually developed into the Golden Tooth Tribe, even the Snakefolk, natural enemies, gradually ceased hunting and devouring goblins recklessly.
As for Scott, he had reached the end of his lifespan, old and frail.
But after a period of seclusion, he was rejuvenated, returning with the appearance of a young adult, the details of which remained unknown to other goblins.
The tribe’s alchemists whispered among themselves.
So claid he had transford himself into a perfect humanoid construct, while others asserted that they saw him drink an Elixir of Immortality, refined from black oil, but all speculation ceased under Scott’s icy gaze.
At this mont.
Basking in the strands of the morning light, Scott gazed towards the approaching Southwest border, his face still devoid of expression.
As ti slowly passed.
The corps crossed the border.
The Molten Iron Tribe’s outpost at the border bore the brunt.
The Alchemy Corps’ wrath first descended on a forward post guarded by nurous Jackal-Wolf Folk and Kobolds; the cha Golem’s cannon fire shattered the watchtower, while Chainsaw Swords tore through weak flesh.
The torrent of steel rolled over the watchtower, steadily advancing into the Fertile Plain.
Along the way, the Alchemy Corps was frequently harassed and attacked by the Molten Iron Tribe, but these assaults were insignificant to them; all attacking monsters were crushed by the cha Golems and Alchemy Heavy Cannons.
The steel ground the remains into a bloody paste.
The Golden Tooth Tribe’s army breached line after line of defense, their banners appearing at the edge of the Fertile Plain.
The movent of the large-scale army was unmistakable, and the Molten Iron Tribe’s defenders were already well-prepared on the Fertile Plain. Young Dragons and a Dragon Group circled and flew in the sky, while Centaurs, Ogres, Jackal-Wolf Folk, Kobolds, Gray-haired Werewolves, and other creatures ford the ground forces.
"Attack!"
With cold detachnt, the Great Workshop Master gave the order.
The noon sun heated the iron armor, as the torrent of steel from the Golden Tooth Tribe surged towards the Molten Iron Tribe’s defensive line, the Steel Golems advancing in unison, each step quaking the ground.
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