Free Web NovelChapter 483: Chapter 351: When Fish and Clam Fight, the King Descends from the Heavens
"The territories of the Deer King and the Eye Demon are neither too close nor too far."
"Not long ago, scouts discovered a minor skirmish between the two, and now, the Deer King has directly led his legion to launch a full-scale attack on the Dark Jungle. Both sides are fighting fiercely, locked in intense combat."
The Red Iron Dragon listened quietly to the information relayed by Solrog.
After a brief moment of silent deliberation, his massive head nodded slightly, making a decision.
"Assemble the legion, prepare for battle."
"However, this operation requires precision over quantity. We need to act quickly, without making a grand display or huge mobilization."
His will transmitted through the Mind Link: "Select a truly elite team, personally led by the Dragon Group, target the Dark Jungle, advance at full speed."
"Aim for swift and decisive action; seize victory when they are both exhausted!"
After a slight pause, he added, "Meanwhile, send a message to Ennos."
"Let him personally lead a team, select the fiercest and swiftest elite Lion Beast warriors from the Lion Heart Plain, act in parallel, and coordinate with the Molten Iron Legion in battle. Let him prove his worth through real combat."
The map of the Sel Wilderness is vast and boundless.
According to Galos’s original strategy, taking steady and firm steps, gradually expanding the tribal territory through incremental encroachments, then flattening each Map King one by one, though the process is reliable, it inevitably requires a long time and resources.
But now, fortune has favored him with a good opportunity.
Two formidable Map Kings have already started a deadly battle, and from the intelligence, it seems neither can gain the upper hand in a short time.
This is precisely the best time for the fisherman to gain from the fight between the snipe and the clam.
Though Galos’s nature leans more towards a stable and cautious approach to development, when an excellent opportunity presents itself to achieve immense results at minimal cost, he would not hesitate to seize it with thunderous action.
If he can take advantage of this chance to eliminate both Map Kings at once, swallowing their territories and remnants.
The expansion speed of the Molten Iron Tribe will undergo a qualitative leap, and for the short term, there will be no need for other wars, allowing a focus on resource collection in the wilderness.
"Understood!"
The voice of Iron Dragon Solrog carried unrestrained excitement and a readiness for battle, swiftly responding.
Simultaneously, Galos halted his routine training.
He stretched his immense body, and with just a gentle flap of his wings, a powerful gust of wind lifted him into the air, ascending beneath the rain clouds, starting to prepare for the impending surprise attack.
The dense and heavy clouds appeared like solidified lead, pressing low over the endless wilderness.
Time passed slowly amid the howling wind and rain.
Some time later.
Dark Jungle.
The sky here had become more gloomy than other parts of the wilderness, as if even the light was being devoured by this greedy land.
Thick rain lashes savagely at every twisted, charred leaf and every inch of muddy, blood-soaked ground in the jungle.
Yet.
What should have been the crisp sound of rain hitting the leaves was now entirely drowned out by a more brutal symphony of death.
The agonized howls of beasts on the brink of death continuously tore through the heavy curtain of rain, while explosions of colliding elemental energies shook the towering trees until they trembled.
The heavy sound of claws and teeth tearing through flesh and shattering bones sent chills down the spine.
An intense battle was being staged in this jungle.
The Natural Legion under the Deer King roared in rage.
The bear-like creatures stood on their hind legs, wielding immense power, their claws easily shredding several Jackal Wolfman Warriors mentally enslaved by the Eye Demon into pieces; hordes of ferocious wild bulls, like uncontrollable siege hammers, caused mud and broken flesh and organs to splatter wherever their heavy Ironhooves trampled; merciless wolf packs moved like silvery-gray death whirlwinds at the edges of the battlefield, each lightning-fast strike crushing the throat of a lone prey.
However, their enemies were equally formidable.
On the other side of the battlefield.
A grotesque, spherical creature floated low above the jungle, like a decaying fruit.
Its enormous, orb-like body was covered in deep folds, leaking a slick, viscous, unknown fluid continuously.
Centered on its massive main eye, which occupied nearly half of its body, a dozen stout eye stalks with single eyes at their ends writhed and scanned madly in the torrential rain, resembling malicious tentacles with minds of their own.
Its giant central eye resembled a vortex; merely meeting its gaze could cause any creature with a weaker will to instantly capitulate, its spirit scattered.
Its legion was bizarrely composed, not consisting solely of wilderness beasts or monsters, but rather a large mix of various intelligent species warriors enslaved by its powerful spiritual energy.
Mercenaries consumed by the desire to kill; Dwarf Warriors with blood-red eyes, frantically wielding battle axes; Ogres roaring and charging forward, having lost all sanity.
They were once free beings, but now they have become the Eye Demon’s most loyal and pathetic cannon fodder.
On the farther outskirts, there were even more twisted monstrosities.
These were minions summoned by the Eye Demon using its malign knowledge from other lower planes, all creatures of chaotic nature, embracing destruction and annihilation.
"Evil demons from another dimension! How dare you delude and enslave the children of nature, desecrating the will of life!"
"Today you shall surely die!"
A clear and majestic voice rang out from the center of the battlefield, piercing through the din.
