Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Unknowingly, the group of people had reached the end of the road, and in front of them was the main palace made of steel.

This palace is incompatible with the traditional style of the Northland aristocrats. It does not have the so-called aristocratic luxury, but is full of simple and straightforward violent aesthetics, giving people a strong sense of visual impact and oppression. It can make mortals tremble in front of the palace gate and deeply feel their own insignificance.

Fred turned back to observe these carefully selected teenagers, but found that Anthony was a little distracted again.

"Everyone, come to your senses."

"What you are about to see is the only owner of this land."

He is actually quite optimistic about this young man named "Anthony".

Just seven months ago, under the attack of the tiefling army, the Cavan family headed by Earl Brandon was completely destroyed. When the tieflings were chasing Solly Cavan, the second son of Earl Brandon, the baron was found dead in the basement of the baron's palace, completely clothed.

A sharpened wooden thorn lodged deep in his throat.

Also discovered with the body was a thirteen-year-old boy.

His upper body was exposed, and he held the broken wooden stick tightly in his hand. His body was shaking due to extreme tension. His delicate face was covered with blood, and his eyes showed a determination that did not match his age - that was what he had been. Anthony.

Fried had to admit that he was somewhat selfish and paid extra attention to Anthony.

Because Tariq, the "White Lion Knight" who once treated him like a brother, also killed the dean with a human face and an animal heart and escaped from the orphanage with him. The memory was so unforgettable that he still remembers it now. Remember, and Anthony's experience undoubtedly evoked his memories.

Fortunately, Anthony did not live up to his expectations. With his desperate training, he became the most outstanding boy in the selection.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

"It's just a matter of completing the mission."

Fried chuckled slightly and thought so.

With a heavy sound, the door of the main hall slowly opened to them.

"Follow up."

Fried led the way at the front, and the teenagers followed behind him, carefully lining up in an orderly queue.

Fried half-knelt in front of the steps and said respectfully: "Master, I have followed the instructions and found a candidate who meets the requirements and can receive the great gift. I hope you will be satisfied."

And as he half-knelt down, the young men behind him also knelt on the ground and lowered their heads according to the previous instructions.

Anthony's breathing was rapid, and he seemed to smell a sulfurous breath.

The air inside the hall was much hotter than outside, causing beads of sweat to trickle down his forehead, but he still maintained his kneeling position and did not dare to make the slightest move.

"That's right, everyone, please raise your heads."

A majestic voice sounded from above, echoing in the empty palace.

Anthony, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head slightly and cautiously, and finally saw again the majestic figure that had long been engraved in his memory - the huge and strong dragon body curled up lazily on the Iron Throne. Ripples like flowing magma appear on the surface.

On the ferocious dragon head, the golden vertical pupils are full of majesty, and the large swept-back horns are like a crown.

It was an absolute symbol of power, and it was also the existence that broke the old order in the North, the founder of the kingdom's order - the King of Ember, Cassius.

Anthony's heart was beating fast. He had never been in such close contact with this powerful being. When he thought about having powerful power and a glorious identity, and completely overcoming the humiliating past, his heart became hot again and filled with excitement. Ambition and expectations.

The voice from above sounded again.

"May I have your name?"

As if he felt the scrutinizing gaze from his superiors, Anthony's heart suddenly beat wildly, and he thought with great excitement: "He, is he calling me?"

The humiliating experience in the past buried deep inferiority in his heart, and he could hardly believe that he had received the attention of His Majesty.

He quickly lowered his head and replied: "Your Majesty, my name is Anthony."

"Oh? Are you Anthony?"

There was a hint of surprise in Cassius's tone.

He knew what happened to Anthony. This story was regarded by the Kingdom's cultural propaganda department as a typical case of "Northern nobles harming civilians, Kingdom order saves civilians". It appeared on the leaflets distributed by the Kingdom to various countries in the North, and became an important weapon for public opinion propaganda. .

But Anthony himself apparently didn't know this.

The young man was extremely ecstatic at the moment, even a little flattered: "He actually knows me!"

He didn't expect that someone as humble and lowly as himself, who could only be regarded as an animal in the old order of the North, could be remembered by His Majesty, and other teenagers were even more envious of it.

This is charity from the superior to the inferior. When the gap in status and power is too large, every move of the superior will be regarded as a supreme gift, but Cassius is quite used to this.

If he could make his men loyal with just a few words, then why wouldn't he?

After a few symbolic inquiries and compliments, Cassius yawned and ordered:

"Freed, let's begin the ceremony."

"Yes, Master."

Freed stood up and took a step forward, facing these teenagers, and calmly recited the oath:

"Extinguish the enemy's fire of hope and enforce order with an iron fist. The Dragon Lord is above all else."

The teenagers said their vows loudly.

Anthony in the team was also filled with excitement. Following the steps he had rehearsed countless times in his mind, he knelt on the ground and read out the oath word for word:

"Extinguish the enemy's fire of hope and enforce order with an iron fist. The Dragon Lord is above all else!"

"very good."

Feeling the power of the contract, Cassius said this.

The magma-like ripples on the surface of his body flowed, releasing tiny sparks of fire.

now. Sitting on the bloodline of his ancestral dragon, he no longer needs to use the primitive method of "dropping blood" to give gifts. He only needs to consume a negligible amount of power and release bloodline fire with magical essence to bestow violent red dragons on mortal objects. Bloodline.

Those dancing flames entered the bodies of the teenagers.

They transform mortal blood into dragon blood filled with elemental power, flowing freely through the veins.

Although he had been mentally prepared for it, at the moment when the dragon blood was transformed, Anthony still clenched his teeth suddenly, almost crushing his teeth. He even heard his companions around him scream in pain as they couldn't bear the pain.

Hot, really hot!

The body seemed to be soaked in magma and was about to burn.

Anthony curled up on the ground in pain, rolling back and forth. His skin was red and hot white smoke was emitting.

In an instant, Anthony seemed to have returned to that unforgettable afternoon. Baron Solly appeared in front of him again, and that man was reaching out to his younger self.

"But... I need this power!"

"So what if you become a monster? What if you become a disciple of the dragon? At least you won't be treated as a beast to vent your desires."

"I want to be a real person!"

He roared in his mind.

This time, Anthony was not violated as in reality, but instead breathed out blazing fire and burned the abominable guy to death.

Faint scales appeared under his skin, and a scale horn appeared on his back. The originally thin body greedily absorbed the surrounding energy and became stronger.

When the smoke dissipated, Anthony could vaguely see that he was a human being, but he had transformed into something with the characteristics of a dragon.

And the same goes for the remaining eleven teenagers.

The twelve people who received the gift, without exception, were all successfully transformed into Dragonsworn Holy Warriors.

It's just that everyone else except Anthony couldn't bear the impact of this powerful force mentally, and they couldn't control the newly released dragon vein body. They temporarily fell into a coma and were already unconscious.

Only Anthony supported his body with his arms with dragon scales, slowly climbed up, and then half-knelt on the ground.

His lips twitched slightly.

"Dragon Lord."

At this moment, he finally regained his life and bid farewell to the boy who once huddled in a dark corner.