Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Afton Plains, the front line of the battlefield.

The weather was clear and cloudless, and from time to time a flying dragon would pass by on the high mountains in the distance, and a long roar could be heard.

Camps stood on the snow-covered wasteland, and groups of dirty slave soldiers were building fortifications and carrying heavy supplies. Troops from Northern countries such as the Principality of Bosque, the Principality of Fano, and the Principality of Carter also gathered here.

The middle-aged nobleman in exquisite armor looked into the distance with his hands behind his back and spoke in a heavy tone. On his breastplate was the emblem of a lion and crossed swords.

"Have the Edson family not arrived yet?"

"My lord, we have not received any message from them, I'm afraid"

"damn it."

His face suddenly cast a haze, and he was pacing back and forth, mumbling incessantly.

"The Edson family, the Duran family, the Rosa family, the Wolf family"

"The promised army of 70,000 is now less than two-thirds. What can I do to hold back the Ember Kingdom?"

His name is Loren Bosque, and his noble status can be seen from his surname. He is the second son of Archduke Leo, an earl and general of the Principality of Bosque, and also serves as the commander-in-chief of the first line of defense of the coalition forces.

In order to show his determination to fight the evil dragon to the end, and to silence the mouths of the northern nobles, Archduke Leo sent his highly regarded second son to the front line of the battlefield.

The bipedal flying dragons in the distant sky became more and more dense, like complicated dark clouds. Under those messy wings, even the earth seemed to become a little darker.

Luo Lun stared at them closely, with an extremely solemn expression. He ordered the adjutant standing aside:

"We don't have time, the burning army is coming."

"Inform the ministries to prepare for war. I don't expect to achieve any results. Our only mission is to hold back their army, test their weaknesses, and win more for my father -"

Suddenly, the sound of heavy war drums interrupted his words.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Lauren turned his head subconsciously and saw that the ground and sky in the distance were occupied by the burning army:

Troops such as hobgoblins with neat steps, strong ogres, armored dragon beasts as huge as hills, swarms of black flying dragons, and giant cannons pointed at the sky. Just a normal march will also cause People feel desperate and oppressive.

The rhythmic drum beats continued one after another, and the earth trembled slightly, like the heavy footsteps of death.

"Tempus on top"

Lauren couldn't help but pray.

Although the weather was quite cold now, cold sweat still broke out on his forehead.

He had observed the Ember Kingdom's army from magical images, but he did not think it was invincible. But when Lauren faced them in reality, he truly realized how terrifying the Scourge was.

"Are you kidding?"

"Then, is that our enemy?"

"how could it be possible."

"Do you want us to die?"

The soldiers in the fortifications looked at the legion in the distance, and they were talking a lot, and even their voices were trembling.

They were originally private armies from various countries in the North, and their overall quality varied greatly. Among them were professional mercenaries hired with money, and even serf soldiers from manors mixed in to show off their quality.

Such a huge and despairing strength gap can be seen intuitively by any human being with a normal mind.

Lauren frowned as she listened to the chaotic introductions.

"This can't go on like this."

He knew that if this continued, the Ember Kingdom's troops might have completely collapsed and fled in all directions before they arrived, and he would not be able to complete the mission assigned by his father.

As a descendant of the Bosque family, while enjoying generous treatment, Laurent is also extremely eager to become the successor of the family, and even become the nominal ruler of the North.

It's a pity that he is the second son.

Compared with those indulgent playboys, Luo Lun has been working tirelessly since he was a child. He practices riding skills, learns tactical drills, and observes family affairs, all in the hope of being noticed by Archduke Leo, thereby replacing his brother and becoming the real family successor.

However, under the "glorious tradition" of thousands of years in the north, his efforts seemed so vulnerable.

This time, Grand Duke Leo had high hopes for him, and he also hoped that through this war, he could at least play a role in the principality and become a hero who could be recorded in the family epic.

Thinking of this, Lauren gritted her teeth.

"I have to stand up."

He came to the battlefield in person, drew out the sword in his hand, and raised it high.

Luo Lungui was an earl and the son of Archduke Leo. He was also quite famous throughout the North. His special behavior immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding soldiers.

"soldiers--"

His voice was heavy, but sonorous and powerful.

"I believe you have also seen that the enemy is unexpectedly powerful. This may be an unwinnable war. The enemies are terrible monsters, including flying dragons, ogres, and hobgoblins. They have powerful power from evil dragons. , and we are just a group of ordinary humans. Compared with them, our only advantage is our tenacity."

Lauren paused and his tone became passionate, and even the drums of the Ember Army became the background of his speech.

"Please remember that what you are standing on is the homeland that the Scanyan people rely on for survival, and it is also the land that our ancestors have protected for thousands of years."

"I am a descendant of Bosk. Nine centuries ago, my ancestor, the first 'Lionheart King' Rosel Bosk, led your ancestors to the strange land of Anzeta. We reclaimed wasteland, built cities, and created a glorious Scandian civilization. The frost giants and white dragons from the north never defeated us. We built walls with blood and defended our homes again and again. "And nine centuries later, I, Rosel's descendant, Loren Bosk, stand here with you. The enemies we face are stronger and more cunning, but I believe history will repeat itself again." Suddenly, the drums in the distance stopped. Even Loren, who was speaking generously, was stunned, and then he continued: "We will guard together-" But his voice was interrupted by a more steady voice, and the soldiers' eyes seemed to pass Loren and gather to a more distant place. They even exclaimed as if they saw a miracle. "Damn bastard, a guy without a sense of honor. "

Seeing that his words were ignored, Loren gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice. He turned around and then froze in place, stunned.

The army of the Burning Kingdom stopped and stationed there quietly, and above them was a large-scale magical image hundreds of meters high.

The image showed a handsome young man with black hair and golden eyes, and his temperament was far more noble than any noble in the history of the North.

He smiled politely, and his deep light golden pupils made everyone involuntarily fall into it - even Loren Bosk himself was no exception.

"Hello everyone from the North."

"Nice to meet you, I am Cassius, you should have heard of this name, the supreme ruler of the Burning Kingdom, and the 'King of Burning' you are familiar with."

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