Chapter 149: Chapter 143: Gladiatorial Array Plate, the Dragon Hunting Squad’s Trump Card

The followers of the Molten Iron Clan lined up in a long queue.

Like a winding giant serpent, slowly advancing through the mud and gravel of the wilderness.

The Ogres carried heavy supplies on their sturdy shoulders, their footsteps steady; the Jackal-Wolf Folk bared their fangs, alertly scanning every suspicious shadow around them; and the Kobolds carefully tended to the young followers, using their rough claws to guide them through rugged terrain.

Originally located in Needleleaf Valley, the Violent Bear Group also joined the assembly.

These large magical creatures, followed alongside the Red Dragon and Iron Dragon, clearing the path ahead.

However, the dangers of the wilderness still loomed closely.

Hungry ferocious lion packs prowled along the distant ridge, their amber eyes flickering with greed, snakes lurked in the withered grass, their scales and gravel producing faint sounds of friction, and occasionally, wandering undead crawled from the underground, their decayed skeletons making eerie clattering sounds in the wind.

These threats forced the group to slow their steps.

Several Kola Giant Eagles patrolled the outskirts, serving as sentinels, letting out cries of warning when detecting problems.

Galos circled at the highest altitude, his black eyes like sharp blades surveying the distant horizon, his Long Wei an invisible barrier, intimidating the surrounding airspace, causing Eagle Vultures and winged beasts to avoid and not dare approach.

However.

The threats on the ground did not diminish.

Whenever an ignorant magical beast sprang from the grass, Red Dragon Samantha would rush out fiercely, spitting fiery Dragon Flame from her fangs, scorching the attackers into charred remnants.

Iron Dragon Solrog, like a silent Grim Reaper, tore apart those cunning beasts attempting to ambush from the flanks with his steel-like claws.

Elf Dragon Vera, though frail in body, possessed the most acute mental perception.

It danced lightly above the group, illusions of giant dragon roars often frightened away lurking threats.

If encountering stubborn enemies, a single call would bring down the Red Dragon and Iron Dragon like thunder, obliterating the threat entirely.

As time passed, the clouds gradually dispersed, long-awaited sunshine poured over the migrating group.

The journey north made this warmth seem so luxurious.

The temperature in the air decreased bit by bit.

The exhaled white mist quickly dissipated in the cold morning light.

The surrounding vegetation gradually became sparse, low shrubs replacing dense forests, and the desolate cold atmosphere grew stronger.

Red Dragon Samantha was particularly sensitive to cold, her irritable emotions simmering beneath her scales.

Her attacks became increasingly fierce, mercilessly burning even non-threatening beasts with her fiery flames as long as they appeared in her sight.

The group continued northward, every step took them farther from the sweltering wilderness and closer to the icy tundra.

“It’s different from before.”

“With the development of the foundation, the number of followers and clans has increased, making the migration journey long and slow.”

Galos overlooked the land, contemplating silently.

He recalled the first migration from Iron Pine Hills to Needleleaf Valley, where he only had to worry about himself, the whole migration was swift, taking little time.

At Galos’ speed.

If he migrated alone, he’d have already reached the destination.

Migrating with the entire Molten Iron Clan was much more troublesome, but one should not feel the clan burdensome only during migration, forgetting the conveniences they provided before.

Most of the time, Galos did not manage the followers, it was mainly Solrog who took care of them.

Weighing the pros and cons, compared to the various conveniences brought by the clan, this bit of trouble was bearable; abandoning them to acquire new followers would only waste more time.

“If the Molten Iron Clan continues to grow and expand, future migrations will be even more troublesome.”

“I hope this forced migration is the last.”

“Next time there’s something similar, it should be my enemies who flee, avoiding my edge.”

Galos’ eyes gleamed, envisioning himself able to crush the Lothern Federal Legion into retreat, no longer having to run due to military fears.

After ten seconds.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the chaotic emotions, then continued spiraling high in the sky.

Meanwhile.

Viscount Ironthorn’s Dragon Hunting Squad followed the direction indicated by the Blood Curse, venturing through the mud and thorns of the wilderness.

Though the Tracking Spell was vague, it was sufficient to lock onto the general northern direction.

“The traces are getting clearer, we’re pursuing the right direction.”

The Curse Master crouched down, fingertips brushing a crushed moss patch, which held a faint scent of monster stench.

“These monsters seem to want to leave the wilderness, heading towards the tundra.”

The Curse Master nodded, a touch of greed flickering in his eyes: “They prepared for migration before acting ruthlessly, attacking the mineral veins; wise yet decisive, and they moved as a team. Haven’t encountered such young Evil Dragons in a long time, especially the leading Mixed-blood Dragon, it brings us new honor.”

The Deputy Commander, carrying a Dragon-Slaying Greatsword and dressed in Black Heavy Armor, said solemnly: “We need to accelerate our pace.”

“If these monsters cross the Estonian River, it’ll be harder for us to chase.”

Viscount Ironthorn nodded silently, his gaze somber.

Following the Blood Curse’s guidance, the Dragon Hunting Squad continued cutting through thorns across the wilderness, continuing the chase.

At dusk on the fourth day, nearing the southern bank of the Estonian River, they finally discovered their target group, noticing first the Kola Giant Eagles and Iron Dragons swirling in the sky, then slowly approaching using the Concealment Spell cast by the Curse Master.

Including Viscount Ironthorn, the average life level of the Dragon Hunting Squad was around 12.

Their numbers were few, but each was elite.

They were skilled in stealth, experienced, avoiding the sight of Iron Dragons and Eagles in the sky and hidden sentries on the ground.

They saw the two miles long group of monsters resting by the riverbank.

Jackal-Wolf Folk fishing in the shallows, Ogres marking the temporary camp’s boundary with urine, and War Lizardfolk and Kobolds, creatures adept at building, under the assistance of Mages, creating large wooden rafts for river crossing.

Most noticeable were the two Giant Dragons.

Red Dragon Samantha furiously drying the wing membranes dampened by the river’s moisture.

The sturdy Mixed-blood Dragon pressed its head against the ground, supporting its body with its neck, not forgetting to train during migration.

“Now is the perfect opportunity.”

“The mightiest Mixed-blood Dragon is on the ground.”

A Dragon Hunter whispered.

The Viscount’s gaze discreetly swept across the numerous monsters, frowning, “How should we handle these monsters? Though their levels aren’t high, their numbers are ample, and there are elite leaders.”

There were too many monsters here.

Enough to exhaust them.

The members of the Dragon Hunting Squad were elite, but after all, not gifted like the Dragon Race, with limited stamina and magic energy, facing masses of monsters and young dragons, it was easy to fail unexpectedly.

The Curse Master smiled slightly.

“Viscount, no need to worry.”

“We are a professional Dragon Hunting Squad, living by hunting dragons, gaining honor by hunting dragons, long having considered the issue of Dragon Race followers.”

While speaking, the Curse Master took out a red slate etched with inverse scale patterns, densely inscribed with complex and dizzying Magic Patterns.

“It’s called the Gladiatorial Array Plate, the greatest reliance of our Dragon Hunting Squad, the lifelong masterpiece of an Alchemy Master.”

The Curse Master said: “Once the Gladiatorial Array Plate is activated, it will create an independent space, dragging targets into it, while we enter simultaneously by pre-marking.”

“At that time, unless one side completely dies, no one can leave.”

“Additionally, it has teleportation effects, allowing the victor a single teleportation within a hundred miles, avoiding the risk of encirclement.”

Relying on the Gladiatorial Array Plate.

They previously ignored hordes of monster followers, hunting a newly mature Black Dragon in the swamp.

“First target the Mixed-blood Dragon, it’s the leader.”

“Once it’s hunted, leaderless dragons; whether withdrawing or continuing the hunt will be much simpler.”

The current target is a young dragon, though red iron hybrid, far inferior to the Black Dragon, but given the age, its life level won’t surpass a mature Black Dragon, nor will it be stronger.

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