Chapter 930 - The Battle Concludes
Chapter 930 The Battle Concludes
Water Dragon Dominier has fallen!
The reason he fell was not because of the elementium magical machine’s continued advances, but the giant goblin cannon on the golem dragon.
Two goblin cannons with barrels over three meters in diameter had been rising on the wide metal platform on the golem dragon’s back ever since Dominier set foot on the Mothership’s deck.
All the fighting was happening on the Mothership’s deck. The cannons of the golem dragon were an indiscriminate attack and should not have had the chance to fire. Thus, it had been silently waiting for its time.
Dominier’s scrambling retreat gave the golem dragon the perfect opportunity to display its power.
Hassled by the elementium magical machine and the many metal golems, the water dragon still managed to cut a path of destruction with the sheer might of a dragon. He smashed through the forcefield of the Mothership and charged into the air. It was this act of his to destroy the forcefield that brought calamity upon him.
The forcefield around the Mothership had over seven hundred points of defensive power. Even the robust body of a Third Grade water dragon would be stalled for three seconds upon smashing through the field.
What they obtained was the mountain of glittering wealth that they hoarded in their lairs.
A purebred dragon had over ten thousand years of life to enjoy from adolescence to old age. Nearly three-fifths of that time was spent in a comfortable sleep, with the remaining two-fifths either spent on raids and robberies or traveling to the destination of their raids and robberies.
If a purebred dragon could not fill his lair with wealth and treasure before adolescence, then he did not even possess the qualification to attract a pretty mate.
It was these countless successful raids and wars that gave the dragons the illusion that they were the blessed champions of the world, the noble rulers that reigned over everything. The sky was their playground, and the earth was their pasture. Everything within the world was no more than a decoration or tool used to complement and adorn their territory.
In the hearts of most dragons, this universe had always belonged to them, only to have parts of it stolen away by dirty and wretched thieves. Their raids were only small trips taken outside to take back what was theirs.
From the past to now, there were only stories of dragons robbing the planes of others, never of an otherworldly race coming to steal from a dragon plane.
Thus, the battle of the Northern Wastelands utterly shocked all the dragons. It made them understand that their kingdom had also been invaded by a rude and barbaric enemy, a thief, a robber, and a butcher. And their favorite target was none other than the original owners of this plane– the dragons!
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The fires were still burning.
The heavy smoke had turned an area of a dozen kilometers into a world of dust and ashes.
Looking from hundreds of meters above the ground, the desolate Wastelands had undergone a complete change.
Several hundred flames could still be seen smoldering on the earth, sending thick pillars of black smoke into the sky to obscure the horizon.
In the scorch marks left behind by the sea of flames, burnt corpses were scattered everywhere, left in all sorts of strange poses. It didn’t matter if they had been mighty trolls or weak gnolls in life; they were now all indistinguishable smoldering bones.
The dragonflight had retreated, and all the surviving natives had fled without a trace. The only ones who could continue moving around this field of flames were the adepts.
Goblin chariots drove across the wreckage of the battle as eyeball machines swept across the ground at a low altitude. Whenever they found something of value, a group of construction machines would rush forward to retrieve it and toss it into the recycling cart.
This war had brought tremendous losses to the expedition army as well. They had lost over seven hundred magical machines, twelve goblin chariots, and seven skyships, not to mention all the other miscellaneous losses.
Even the most valuable asset of the Crimson Clan–their precious adepts–had taken casualties! As many as five of them had died in battle.
However, corresponding to their losses were the spoils that they had obtained. It was an inestimable amount of wealth. From all aspects and perspectives, the Crimson Clan had made an absolute killing out of this battle against the dragons in the Northern Wastelands!