Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Tinya?"

Cassius turned around and spotted the white dragon entering the palace.

Tinia ran over quickly.

She bowed her head respectfully to the red dragon, followed the etiquette she learned in the palace, and said softly: "Master, you are awake. You have become more powerful."

Tinia's vertical pupils were full of admiration and fanaticism.

Cassius stared at the white dragon in front of him and nodded slightly in surprise.

Unexpectedly, the task he assigned to Trump was actually completed well by him. This white dragon, who is said to be very smart, actually learned to speak and the most basic etiquette in just three years.

Olivia on the ground reluctantly opened her eyes, saw the white dragon coming, and mocked in a weak voice:

"Tsk, to be with the 'white beast', it's like a five-color dragon."

Hearing this, Tinia was undoubtedly stabbed in a sore spot. She spread her wings, hunched her back, and roared from her throat.

"Ouch——"

"Master, I'm going to kill this damn silver dragon!"

Just as Tinia pounced on her, Cassius lifted the back of her neck and carried her back easily.

"Tinya, don't act rashly, this silver dragon is still useful to me."

"But master, why? This silver dragon is rude to you!

"Ouch! Let me tear her apart!"

Even though it was being held by the back of the neck, the white dragon was still showing its teeth and claws in mid-air, eager to rush up and scratch the silver dragon's claws all over its body.

Cassius was speechless. It seemed that even after careful education, her nature had not changed much.

Sure enough, we still have to rely on the old methods.

He threw Bailong to the ground and said coldly: "Obey my order."

Tinia rolled on the ground several times, then slowly got up, and stood obediently behind the red dragon with an unwilling look on her face, but there was already a secretly happy expression on her face.

She was still staring at the silver dragon fiercely - if looks could kill, then Olivia had been executed by Ling Chi several times.

"Uh-huh."

Olivia twisted her body again, spreading her wings slightly, trying to break free from the magic circle.

But this was still in vain, and it was useless except for adding a few black scars to her body.

Cassius looked at her condescendingly and said in a calm tone: "Silver Dragon, don't fight trapped beasts anymore. Unless your life level can reach the level of an ancient dragon, all resistance will be useless, and surrender is the only way. shortcut."

"The kingdom needs advanced spellcasters like you. Compared to eradicating evil, your spells can obviously make a greater contribution. Think about it, you should have seen those mechanical factories and can use spell effects. Improving productivity so that people can fill their bellies is the true justice in the minds of most people.”

"Of course, I only care about my own interests, but this name is very important to you rigid metal dragons."

He sneered slightly.

"But if you want, maybe if you stay here for another eight hundred years, you can get out of trouble."

Thinking of the situation where she had been trapped for hundreds of years, Tinia was also behind the red dragon and mocked triumphantly: "Despicable silver dragon, this is the fate of opposing the master, you will never be able to come out again!"

It's quite a bit of a fake and awe-inspiring attitude.

Under the greedy absorption of the magic circle, Olivia's vitality has become extremely weak.

But her eyes still shone with determination, showing no sign of giving in, and she didn't know what was secretly supporting this young silver dragon.

"impossible"

"You are wishful thinking."

Cassius seemed to have expected it. He just glanced at it and turned around to leave.

Only one sentence is left:

"Then we'll see."

[Wagnard Dragon Binding Array] is the life-long work of the dragon-mad black wizard. It is also a sinister and vicious spell that can greedily absorb the life force of the dragon and turn it into its own magic power, so that the trapped dragon's life can be restored. Always keep it to a minimum, but not completely plunge into death.

Under the influence of this magic circle, Olivia's body was unable to move, her whole body seemed to be paralyzed, and she could only cling to the ground.

All of Silver Dragon's actions are imprisoned by the magic circle, and the only thing he can do is think.

Tears flowed from Olivia's eyes again, across her silver cheeks, and dripped to the ground.

Olivia didn't know how she got to this point and how she sustained herself until now. Even she herself was surprised by this inexplicable tenacity.

But at this moment, it was already in a desperate situation.

It's already too late.

Olivia couldn't help but think of Cassius's debate with her.

She thought over and over again, trying to find the loopholes in the other person's words, but was shocked to find that the red dragon might not have deceived her.

Red Dragon's words were completely different from the education she had received since childhood, but they were still logically consistent and seemed to be a system of their own.

The only thing she could feel from those words was sincerity.

Yes, sincerely.

Olivia was also surprised by this.

The red dragon seemed to disdain to deceive himself. He almost never explained illusory ideas, nor did he have any cunning sophistry, or even rhetoric. He just put the cold reality on the table.

And just this made Olivia speechless.

"Maybe. He really is right."

Olivia would often have such thoughts, but she would soon give up this terrible idea.

After all, she witnessed the prosperity of North Wind Castle with her own eyes, and clearly knew the darkness of Rackman's bloody rule, and could even feel the rebirth of the serf, but she instinctively didn't want to admit it all.

If it was really as Cassius said -

then what was Angel's death, a farce?

What was the act of sacrificing one's life to complete the entrustment, an unreasonable nonsense?

Olivia knew that once she admitted this, everything she insisted on would come to nothing, and she herself would fall into the abyss of nihilism.

The "King of Burning Embers" was indeed not as hopeless as she imagined.

He didn't seem to be a typical, brutal red dragon with a brain full of muscles, nor was he a greedy tyrant. He was even more rational than most of the northern nobles she had seen. All of his actions had reasonable explanations and sufficient motivations.

The only mistake was that he was a red dragon, the head of the five-colored dragons who had always been evil.

"No, he may have a bigger goal."

"He may bring disaster to the whole continent, and I must stop him."

Olivia subconsciously wanted to shake her head, but found that her neck had been tied tightly with chains and she could not move.

"But... am I not making excuses for myself? With the most malicious speculation."

"Angel, what should I do?"

Olivia smiled bitterly and slowly closed her tired eyes.