Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

After all matters were settled, Cassius dragged his dragon body into the cave alone. The warm cave that was about to hollow out the mountain would undoubtedly become his most perfect habitat.

"Finally."

In the cave illuminated by the eternal flame, surrounded by many glittering gold coins and treasures, the red dragon slowly lay on the ground, gradually curled up his huge body, and his broad wings were loosely folded at his side.

There was hot white steam everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.

On the surface of his body, there were ripples like magma flowing, emitting unimaginable high temperature.

In the past, the red dragon needed to sleep in the environment of lava to obtain abundant fire element energy. But now, the red dragon with the blood of the ancestral dragon is itself an inexhaustible source of energy. The dragon that uses fire is as old and hot as the word means, and even the base blood vessels cannot accommodate the full heat.

The only thing he needs to do is to release the power hidden in the blood seed - those light waves are just the energy overflowing from his body.

"Dingling, banging."

A tiny sound came.

The red dragon's long and strong tail gently swept the ground, pushing away the scattered gold coins, clearing a large open space, allowing him to reserve more sufficient space.

"I hope there will be a little surprise after waking up."

There was a light of expectation in the golden eyes of Casius.

He slowly closed his eyes, his breathing became longer, and the ripples on his body also moved with the ups and downs of his breathing.

The abundant fire element energy gradually gathered on the surface of the scales, forming a thick, almost solid light film, tightly wrapping the red dragon's body.

In this way, a rare wonder appeared in the cave - a huge "cocoon" with a diameter of nearly 30 meters appeared, but unlike ordinary cocoons, its surface was flowing with magma-like ripples, and the existence wrapped in it was also a red dragon that was about to undergo metamorphosis, not a larvae that turned into a butterfly.

However, considering the race, it seems more appropriate to call it a "dragon egg".

This is a self-protection measure in Cassius's subconscious mind. He used the surplus energy to weave a spell similar to the [Shelter Egg]. Any creature that touches this light film will be turned into ashes by the extremely high temperature, which can protect the red dragon in its vulnerable period from external harm.

Hot magma gushed out from the ground.

In this way, Cassius fell asleep in it, and it was unknown when he would wake up.

At the entrance of the cave, in the Iron Dragon Wing Palace.

"Hurry up!"

"You lazy idiots."

Rump shouted impatiently.

This tall dragon vein cannibal magician is leading dozens of spellcasters from the kingdom to arrange the magic circle in a hurry.

A variety of explosions, poisonous fog, acid rain and even ground spike spells were stuffed into it by them, turning the only passage into the cave into a dangerous place full of traps, and a grave that all adventurers avoid.

Suddenly, Rump picked up a wizard who was casting a spell and cursed him viciously:

"Idiot! Who told you to put the ice cone here!"

"If someone really invades, he must have triggered the fire wall on the ground first, and your damn ice cone will be evaporated into a pool of water before it hurts anyone!"

The wizard trembled all over and replied with a crying voice: "Lord Rump, yes, I was wrong."

The ogre put it down and turned around to look at the constant protective array on the other side - flashing runes will appear at the junction of the cylinder and the ground or other surfaces, and creatures will not be able to voluntarily enter the cylindrical area by non-magical means, and can only go to those places full of traps.

But Rump, who has a rather experienced vision, found something wrong at a glance, and he asked:

"Who made this protective array?"

A black-robed wizard walked out of the crowd with a flattering smile on his face. He thought that this array was set up particularly perfectly and might be rewarded by Rump.

But he never expected that he would be scolded as soon as he stood up.

"Would you take another good look?"

"Idiot! Your magic is working in the wrong direction! This is to prevent people from leaving, not from entering!"

"Yes, Lord Trump."

The ogre's stinking saliva flew on his face, but the black-robed wizard could only smile helplessly, with cold sweat on his forehead - after all, Trump's status in the kingdom is self-evident, and his magic experiment funds are still relying on this rude ogre to distribute.

Trump raised his staff, pointed at a dim formation on the wall and roared:

"Who is responsible for this damn guard inscription?"

The hall was suddenly silent, and no one dared to respond to Trump who was angry.

"The materials for guarding the inscription are incense and diamond powder worth at least 200 gold coins. Which idiot replaced the diamond powder with bone powder?"

"Even those goblins whose brains are smaller than fruit cores can't think of such a cheap way of corruption. Do you really think I can't see it?"

Before Rump finished speaking, a hot wind suddenly blew in the hall.

"Huh--"

The hot breath made Rump, who had the blood of a red dragon, feel a little uncomfortable. Those human mages with delicate skin and flesh were so hot that they jumped up and down, and they were about to lose a layer of skin. They hurriedly cast various protective spells.

However, the temperature in the hall continued to rise. In just a few breaths, it reached a high temperature of nearly 40 degrees-a temperature that could not be reached in the natural environment of Anzeta.

Rump frowned slightly and said solemnly:

"It's the master. He has entered a deep sleep."

"He had been deliberately suppressing the majestic energy in his body before, but now he can no longer control it and can only release it."

Thinking of this, Trump said to the spell casters:

"Everyone, please leave, this place is no longer suitable for you to stay."

He waved his staff casually, and a space crack leading to the mage tower appeared in front of him.

All the spellcasters felt as if they had been granted amnesty and rushed into the portal to leave this place that had become like purgatory.

There was even a gray-robed man in the crowd who breathed a long sigh of relief and quietly followed him - he was the mage who cut corners, and he was secretly glad that he had escaped.

But the mage didn't know that with just a sigh, he was keenly noticed by Rumple. A ferocious sneer appeared on the ogre's face, and he was determined to go back and settle accounts with him - but now is not the time. .

After all the mages left, Rumple flew out of the palace alone. The red dragon blood flowing in his body allowed him to stay here.

He stared at the sealed cave entrance and felt the increasingly hot air on his body. He seemed to be able to imagine what a spectacular scene and what kind of majestic power there was in the cave where the red dragon slept.

"May you be stronger."

"Until..Victory over the gods."

The ogre murmured to himself, his ugly face filled with the fervor of a believer and unspeakable sincerity.