Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

One month later, Isdalia.

With the work of tens of thousands of hard-working players, ogres and frost giant slaves, the prototype of this central city has emerged, but it is still quite crude.

Many buildings such as the Istalia Coliseum, the Imperial Bank, the Imperial Council Hall, and the Imperial City Hall have already designed their drawings, begun laying foundations, and even completed their exteriors.

This is the largest "construction site" in the empire.

There are people coming and going everywhere, noisy and lively, and there are many civil engineering players carrying red buckets and wearing hard hats.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"Imperial Guard on official duty!"

"Those who are idle will get out of the way! Those who disobey orders will be killed!"

The captain of the guard's stern voice came from a distance, and people on the road wisely moved out of the way, not daring to neglect him at all.

Not to mention the natives of the empire, even those Starfallen who had always been arrogant and crazy were quick to avoid them.

"These NPCs are so arrogant——"

"I really want to see what's in the carriage."

"Can I grab it?"

"That's the Imperial Guard. If you run into it, you'll die. Don't blame me for not warning you. When the time comes, all the experience you've worked so hard to gain will be gone, and you won't have anywhere to cry!"

"Just beat your ass, don't get into trouble with them, and don't think about the ones that are there or not."

"Your master and I rely on our superb dusting skills to become the viscount of the empire step by step."

The civil engineer whose ID is [Running with a Bucket] wears a white safety helmet and whispers to the newcomer carrying a bucket next to him.

At the beginning, some new players did rush into the guards, but the bad guys were quickly shot into pieces by precise semi-automatic rifles.

On the wide road, a large-scale envoy consisting of dozens of carriages passed by, surrounded by a garrison of thousands of imperial soldiers - that was the envoy from the Kingdom of Thracia.

The contents of these carriages are enough to make anyone covet. Those boxes are filled with gold, which is the "gift" of two million gold coins promised by the Thracian Kingdom.

Dayev sat on the carriage and looked at the passing scene outside the window. He looked quite surprised and said to the people around him:

"A month ago."

"Just a month ago, this was a flat wilderness. Now, the prototype of a city has appeared here."

"Sir, you should understand what this means."

Next to Dayev is a man wearing luxurious robes and holding a scepter. He looks to be in his fifties and is deep in thought at the moment.

He is the Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Thrace, Sahise Bari. This time he came in person to be responsible for the conclusion of the peace treaty.

"Extremely high administrative efficiency, terrible war potential."

Sahise commented briefly.

He frowned slightly and asked Dayev: "This time they invited us to meet in Istalia, does that mean the emperor will not come in person?"

"uncertain."

Dayev responded.

"According to my understanding, the Red Emperor usually only accepts audience at the Iron Dragon Wing Palace. Apart from that, he rarely appears in other places."

"But there has been something unusual recently. The Red Emperor seems to want to patrol the territory. He has visited many areas in the Ember Empire. I don't know where he will be now."

"Tsk, this is two million gold coins."

"I thought any giant dragon would come to meet us with drooling eyes, and monitor the whole process, not letting go of a single gold coin."

Sahise said calmly.

Dayev suddenly became nervous and put his finger to his mouth, making a silent gesture.

"It is said that the emperor's eyes are everywhere, and he can know all the affairs within the empire. Let's not judge him easily."

"Ah."

"I think you seem to be frightened by that red dragon."

Sahise glanced at Dayev, then closed his eyes to rest and stopped talking.

Although he is quite disdainful of Dayev's timidity, risk avoidance is also necessary for a qualified diplomat.

The roads in Istalia were wide and flat, and there were guards from the Imperial Guards. The envoys traveled very quickly, and it didn't take much time to reach the agreed-upon location - the Great Altar of Istalia.

"Everyone, please get out of the car."

Here, everyone in the envoy was asked to get out of the car and walk, and the gold coins from their dozens of carriages were also left where they were.

"This is."

"Please go the other way."

The section of road where the red dragon ascended the throne has been protected, and the claw marks on it are clearly visible, and there are guards armed with rifles standing guard every few meters on both sides.

This path to the altar is officially known by the Empire as the "Path of Dragon Glory" - it represents the glorious coronation of the Emperor and no one is allowed to tread it again.

Dayev took a step forward and felt a familiar power coming, making him tremble instinctively.

"This sense of oppression"

"It's your Majesty, he's right here."

he reminded quietly.

Sahise finally put away the remaining contempt in his heart, and his expression became extremely solemn.

You must know that as the former Holy Minister of Fadlan and now the chief diplomat of Thrace, he is also a great mage and is familiar with various magical creatures and even dragons.

But he had never seen such dragon power in his life.

Entering the venue, the envoys were finally able to see the majestic figure of the "Red Emperor."

At this moment, he was lying on his side slightly lazily in the venue, and the dragon body, which was more than 30 meters long and as huge as a hill, rose and fell with his breathing.

But everyone in the envoy still did not dare to relax at all, and even held their breath involuntarily and lowered their heads.

And Sahise also took a breath of cold air.

At this moment, he was finally convinced that a peace treaty between the Thracian Kingdom and the Ember Empire must be concluded without delay and with absolute necessity.

Dragons have always been the favorite on the battlefield.

The red dragon is often called a war machine.

And such a red dragon, appearing on the battlefield in the south, will definitely bring about earth-shaking changes in the battle situation. I am afraid that it will be worth at least a dozen legendary warriors of the god.

The tiefling guard captain half-knelt on the ground and reported loudly: "Your Majesty, the envoy from the Kingdom of Thrace has arrived."

Cassius slowly raised his head and looked at the members of the envoy with his pale golden pupils.

Suddenly, the powerful pressure made everyone tremble and almost lose their balance.

After a long time, Dayev stood up tremblingly, bowed and saluted, and then said: "Your Majesty Cassius, this time we come with the sincerity of the Kingdom of Thracian."

"This, this is Lord Sahisei, the chief diplomat of Thrace."

After being reminded, Sahise was freed from extreme nervousness and instinctive fear, but he soon realized his omission.

He took a step forward and saluted respectfully, barely maintaining his image and preventing himself from losing his composure.

"Sahise Bali, I have met His Majesty." (End of this chapter)