Between the Sel Wilderness and the Eternal Frost Tundra.

Border Area.

As time passed, the Molten Iron Tribe thrived, digesting the spoils of victory, and gradually increasing its foundation in all aspects, bursting with vitality.

In terms of population.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk, Kobold, War Lizardfolk, these followers resembling the Three Illusion Gods need no further explanation.

As long as there is enough food, they can grow like wild grass in batches, with an extremely fast reproduction rate. Even though the Molten Iron Tribe unified the Border Area, surpassing previous resource integration, they still need to regulate the reproduction of these major followers, setting up ’Reproduction Halls’ and many corresponding rules within their tribes.

Ogres, Centaurs, Gray-haired Werewolves..... these followers have a longer growth cycle and limited reproductive efficiency, but individuals are quite powerful, producing elite warriors.

For these core followers, the Molten Iron Tribe adopts a strategy of encouraging reproduction.

This also includes Two-legged Flying Dragons.

Two-legged Flying Dragons are sub-dragons of the Evil Faction, they do not like to nurture offspring. Normally, when feeling a burden on the group, they might abandon dragon eggs or even eat them when hungry to supplement nutrition.

For this reason, their dragon eggs are gathered and cared for collectively.

The Flying Dragons need not worry about tending to offspring and are encouraged to reproduce. The tribe has already accumulated many dragon eggs, and once they hatch and grow, the Molten Iron Tribe’s air force will increase again.

With stable environments, abundant resources, and growing populations, the number of excellent leaders in each tribe steadily increases.

These biological races, living in barren lands for years, seem to have a unique ’evolutionary’ mechanism.

Once they grow to a certain scale, naturally more Mages, Commanders, and other elite leader individuals emerge.

For instance, earlier, the Jackal Wolfman Tribe had only one Commander, Blood Fang Hodgson. But now, there are no less than ten Jackal Commanders similar to the young Hodgson, mainly holding leader positions in the Steel Will Battle Group.

Simultaneously with population and leader development.

With mineral resource supplies from the entire Border Area, a Black Oil Field exists, and core tools obtained through trade..... the Molten Iron Tribe’s alchemy industry also steadily grows.

Refined Steel Ingot weapons and armor are crafted daily through a streamlined production process.

The leaders can equip themselves with rune weapons and armor strengthened through alchemy.

Additionally, various alchemy golems are crafted one by one. Though not the latest models, slightly outdated, they suffice.

.......when resources are abundant, the speed of alchemy industry development far surpasses other aspects.

The current Molten Iron Tribe is like a gluttonous giant beast, daily consuming various resources from the Border Area, growing rapidly, becoming stronger and more robust.

Even without considering the existence of Galos.

The overall standard of the Molten Iron Tribe now far exceeds any previous four tribes in the Border Area.

Although called a tribe, it actually has the level of a city-state, occupying vast territory, with a large population, able to contend with certain weaker tier duchies.

With the Molten Iron Tribe’s consolidation over the Border Area.

Batches of meticulously trained Kobolds disperse and enter the Eternal Frost Tundra.

They will interact with various tribes in the Northern Lands, conveying firsthand information about the Eternal Frost Tundra to the Molten Iron Tribe.

Additionally, Centaurs, Ogres, Werewolves, and other elite forces..... elite vanguards cross the Estonian River in batches, returning to the Sel Wilderness ahead of time with the support of the main camp, preparing for subsequent plans.

A fortress primarily composed of metal was officially completed after more than three months.

Due to its walls mostly constructed with red steel blocks, it reflects a color like red-hot steel when exposed to light, named the Burning Steel Castle.

Galos’s days have become very calm and stable.

He rarely worries about managing territory affairs, mainly handled by Solrog. His time focuses on personal training and growth, not relaxing due to titles like King of the Borderland.

Day after day, night after night.

The Red Iron Dragon persistently trains day and night, continuously refining and evolving, its exaggerated physique attributes at the same age steadily increasing.

Deborah often accompanies him.

Although unable to keep pace with the Red Iron Dragon’s rhythm, the Red Silver Dragon also grows, its back rising evenly, limbs agile and strong.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The biting cold wind roars and sweeps through the air.

The climate in the Border Area is unpredictable. Previously, the heavy snow lasted more than half a year, followed by sporadic snowflakes continuously falling until now, and the cold wind continuously blowing from the north, lasting longer than ever, making one suspect if this area will be swallowed by the Eternal Frost Tundra.

Southwest Border Area, Fertile Plain, Abyssal Rift.

Snowflakes like dust particles whirl gently with the wind.

A special training is happening here.

Under the curious gaze of some surrounding followers guarding, the Snake-man Sword Saint’s tail muscles tense and coil, upper body stands tall, arms spread like petals, the sword blades sharp and dangerous after drinking countless demon blood.

"Dragon Lord, I am here."

She takes a deep breath, speaking to the formidable and strong Red Iron Dragon ahead, her gaze suddenly turns sharp, her aura like an unsheathed blade.

Swoosh!

Dozens of meters distance disappears in the blink of an eye.

The Snake-man Sword Saint moves like lightning, appearing instantly before the Red Iron Dragon, six long swords drawing dangerous arcs, with the Red Iron Dragon’s figure reflected on their blades.

Action like tides!

Additional attack!

Razor-sharp sword shadows!

The Six-armed Snake-man shouts, several long swords turn into myriad remaining shadows, encompassing and sweeping across the Red Iron Dragon, continuous and unending like surging tides, with each sword followed by another without time to react, and even the shadows of the sword edges have additional damage.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Dense metallic collision sounds are unceasing, with fiery sparks flying.

Almost in an eye’s blink, the Six-armed Snake-man Sword Saint’s long swords strike dozens to hundreds of times like torrential rain, even before solid refined steel ingots, her sharp unparalleled attacks should have shattered them.

However, the Red Iron Dragon enduring the Sword Saint’s attack remains unmoved.

Like a rock battered by waves, with waves repeatedly breaking apart, it stands firm and unscathed.

The Six-armed Snake-man race and Sword Saint career combination, fighting also possesses a certain beauty of values, almost akin to three humans of the same level acting in concert, though not sweeping peers of the same level, definitely a top-tier powerful path combination.

However.

There is always a mountain higher.

Compared to the Red Iron Martial Dragon, she is like a ’rookie’.

Their clash continues.

The Six-armed Snake-man Sword Saint unleashes her slashes around the Red Iron Dragon, while the Red Iron Dragon bears her attacks, never retaliating.

Crack!

Soon, the Cold Burst Scale shatters entirely, revealing the second layer of Black-Red Scale Armor on the Red Iron Dragon.

Sssssss.....as the scales slightly open and tremble, rolling heat waves emit from the Red Iron Dragon’s body, the high temperature causes air to warp, evaporating moisture, forming dense hot white mist.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The metallic clash sound persists.

The Six-armed Snake Woman sweats profusely, her skin turns slightly red due to the high temperature heat field, but her attacks do not cease, even employing explosive means, sword edges slashing the Red Iron Dragon’s Black-Red Dragon Scales, tearing the scales, leaving bleeding sword marks, while the drifting Sword Qi carves deep sword marks into the surrounding land instantly.

"That’s enough."

After a period, the Red Iron Dragon speaks.

The Six-armed Snake Woman breathes heavily as if granted amnesty, chest heaving fiercely, nearly exhausted.

In contrast, the Red Iron Dragon.

Although covered with various deep and shallow sword marks bleeding, and the scales on the dragon densely webbed with cracks, its aura has not decreased much. These seemingly bloody wounds on it are merely insignificant injuries.