Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Cassius teleported Misha to the guest house in the North Wind Castle, where a maid would serve her to change clothes and bathe - but it didn't have to be a human, she could also be a snake man, a dragonborn or even an orc.

Today's Burning Ember Kingdom has interpreted racial diversity to the extreme.

"Rump, come in."

"Yes, Master."

After waiting outside the door for a long time, Trump walked in and knelt respectfully in front of the steps.

"Master, don't you know if the humans I brought here this time are to your liking?"

"Very good, beyond my expectations."

"Get up."

Cassius ordered calmly.

"As long as you are satisfied, it is my greatest honor to receive your approval, Master."

Trump stood up slowly, with a smile on his ugly face.

——This ogre archmage still doesn’t know that his title as the number one spellcaster in the Ember Kingdom is about to face a severe challenge, and the “challenger” is a human being brought here by him personally.

Cassius continued: "I want the Ministry of Magic to give Misha a systematic magic education and build a high tower for her around Beifeng Castle, which is called"

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and chose to reflect the original trajectory of fate:

"Tower of Evil Fire."

"Yes, Master, I will try my best to complete the task and will never let you down."

Trump quickly lowered his head and responded.

He didn't ask why, because it didn't matter, the only thing he needed to do was follow the red dragon's orders.

But even Trump had an imperceptible surprise in his lowered eyes.

His Majesty could allow His Majesty to devote so much resources to even build a mage tower alone. The value and importance of the human girl he brought back may be far higher than he imagined.

Rumple tightened his grip on the staff and thought this way.

Cassius didn't care about Trump's little thoughts, but slowly closed his eyes and asked casually:

"It's been almost two months. How is the situation in Northland now? Has everything been cleared up?"

"Let me tell you, Master, Marshal Doro's strategy is very successful. The efficiency of those Starfallers is indeed not low. We have controlled nearly 80% of the territory of the North, and have surrounded the remaining forces that are stubbornly resisting. ”

Cassius's expression suddenly felt strange.

"Oh? There are still people who dare to resist now?"

Rumple replied: "It is Count Jacob Rosa of the Principality of Swino. He gathered all the nearby noble forces in an attempt to launch a counterattack against the kingdom and even recaptured several cities."

"However, the kingdom's army responded quickly. Marshal Doro quickly deployed and has now surrounded them all. In your words, this remnant force of the northern nobles is already a 'turtle in the urn'."

Cassius chewed on the name.

"Jacob Rosa"

"interesting."

The dusty memories were awakened again.

Count Jacob Rosa, the most noble general in the Principality of Swino, made great contributions in the war against demons and was revered as the "Great Wall of the North" by the people of the North.

He was also an important friendly NPC to the players in the previous life. He formed a justice alliance with the players and spawned a series of side missions.

Sensing Cassius's thoughts, Rumple immediately stepped forward and said, "Master, is that human being useful to you?"

"If you need it, I will contact Doro immediately and ask him to capture Jacob Rosa alive and bring him to you."

"No, kill him."

Cassius shook his head and said calmly.

Although Jacob Rosa is a powerful supernatural warrior, he is nearly fifty years old and does not have much potential for Cassius.

What's more, he is also a loyal supporter of the order in the North, and has become the leader and even the spiritual symbol of the rebels - he must be completely killed from both the physical and spiritual levels, so as to have the effect of killing chickens to scare monkeys and shock all parts of Anzeta. of resistance forces.

So Cassius added: "Also, give him a humiliating death, don't let him die too beautifully."

"Yes, I will obey your order."

Trump quickly replied.

However, he rolled his eyes and added almost without thinking:

"Master, do you need me to ask the people from the Propaganda Department to pour some dirty water and make up some eye-catching stories - to portray Jacob Rosa as a typical aristocratic who does all evil, rapes and plunders?"

"For example, we can put those little boy's jokes on his head."

"In this way, we can ruin his reputation, throw the last idol created by the northern nobles into the mud, and completely cut off their spiritual foundation."

"The supporters of the Northland nobles have lost their heroes, so naturally they can no longer think of resisting."

The ogre became more and more excited as he talked, and in the end, bursts of white smoke came out of his mouth. He was really a "good man who loves to do good".

Cassius couldn't help but laugh, thinking to himself that this ogre had really learned the essence of journalism.

What's more, he is self-taught.

However, he still praised: "Very good, you are very thoughtful."

"Just do it your way."

"Suppress their resistance once and for all and teach them that history is written by the victors."

Trump's face was once again filled with a flattering smile: "No, Master, you are so complimentary. I summed this up from your profound words."

"What's more, I have only learned a little bit from it, which cannot be compared with your vast wisdom."

A dragon and an ogre looked at each other and smiled.

In this way, in these few words, Jacob Rosa, the "Great Wall of the North" in his previous life, had his tragic fate decided without knowing it.

I have to lament the impermanence of the God of destiny.

Jacob Rosa, once a heroic figure, has now become the leader of the resistance.

He was about to be surrounded, annihilated, and put on the guillotine for a public trial. He would even be left with a notorious reputation after his death, and would be infamy for thousands of years.

"Jacob Rosa's death is a heroic elegy, a mournful roar, and the melting of the last remaining snow in the North. He died standing calmly - not as some people slandered him."

——"The Secret History of Anzetta. The End of the Northland" Duke of Luton

"Luton Sigurd had already fled to the south and did not visit the scene in person. How could he know that Jacob Rosa was not beaten to death by angry serfs when he surrendered?"

"Given that Luton Seagal has had such experiences and that Jacob Rosa has a perverted hobby for minors: I have reason to suspect that Luton Seagal also had some nasty encounters with the count when he was young. Relationship."

"Otherwise, why would he be so eager to jump out to defend Jacob Rosa?"

——An anonymous historian in "The Secret History of Fianthal" (end of this chapter)