Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Early the next morning, Naven Besarius once again embarked on a long journey to visit the Ember Empire.

Due to the intensification of the war, the long border between the Kingdom of Cassander and the Kingdom of Thrace was full of wars, and this mission was particularly difficult.

As for why not use teleportation?

After their many attempts, the space in the Burning Ember Empire seemed to have a layer of confinement that was difficult to break through.

Because of the war, the Thracian Kingdom was full of interference spells, and there were even many cases where the teleportation results of mages were torn into pieces by space cracks.

Due to Otis's arrogance, this time he could not go with the envoys as grandly as last time. He could only go secretly, with only two personal guards.

In the carriage, Naven felt uneasy.

"Hopefully it will work out this time."

"If we can win the assistance of the Ember Empire, maybe His Majesty Otis can really unify Fadland and rebuild the glory of the empire."

He turned his head to look at the increasingly distant Holy City behind him, looked up at the towering "Tower of the Eternal Sun God", and thought in his heart.

The carriage sped along the road.

After passing a post station, he was replaced by a mule with excellent endurance.

And he himself put on inconspicuous cloth clothes and pretended to be an ordinary businessman.

In the next more than a month, Naven will take the dwarf kingdom in the northeast, pass through the long Mir Valley, and head first to the Katpa Hills area that is now under the jurisdiction of the empire.

Immediately afterwards, he will go north into the Anzeta Corridor and head to the remote and remote Anzeta Wilderness—that is, the mainland of the Burning Ember Kingdom.

One month later, in the middle of the Anzeta Wilderness, on the outskirts of Istalia.

Naven held the mule and slowly took off his hood.

"this"

"How can it be."

He looked at the spectacular buildings in the distance, the tall and thick chimneys, and the thick smoke rising in the city, and couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Is he dreaming?

Naven is not simply disbelieving because of the size of the city. If we talk about these alone, he is very confident that no city can compare with the "Sunlight City" Teotihuacan.

What made him incredible was the speed of empire building.

You must know that only a few months have passed since his last visit, and at that time Istalia was still only the prototype of a city.

But now, this place is more spectacular than many century-old cities in Cassander. Even if it is placed in the once holy Fadlan, it will not be lost to the public.

He rubbed his eyes again.

It wasn't until he saw pedestrians walking from a distance that he confirmed that this newly built city was not an illusion, but actually existed there.

"Amauna Tower."

"This young and unfamiliar empire is more terrifying than I imagined."

Naven couldn't help but pray secretly, feeling a little panicked by all this.

He didn't know how the Ember Empire did it, nor why they had such terrifying mobilization and construction capabilities, but he knew one thing - the Kingdom of Cassander must pay attention.

Of course, Naven didn't know that the Burning Ember Empire now has nearly 200,000 high-quality laborers who are not tired and are not afraid of death.

Although these guys caused a lot of chaos, they did bring a qualitative leap to the empire's productivity.

Nowadays, building houses from ashes has become the only way for newbies to earn gold coins and contribute to the camp. It can be called a "newbie guidance task" with the characteristics of Burning Ember Empire, and the newbies are also given a kind name - -oxen and horses.

Unique landmark buildings such as the Imperial Council Hall, Ember Ordnance Hall, Istalia Arena, and Imperial Bank Building were basically built with the joint efforts of players and the Imperial construction team.

In the distance, tiefling guards lined up in neat lines and marched in, holding new bayonet rifles in their hands.

"Sure enough, it's that kind of weapon."

"The standard short stick is very similar to the one in the hands of the Thracian army."

Naven thought this way as he looked at the firearms in the hands of the tieflings.

But watching the tiefling guards approaching, getting closer and closer to him.

"It is better to observe the situation in the city first, and then complete the tasks assigned by His Majesty."

"If they do ally themselves with Thrace."

Naven put on his hood, lowered his head, and walked silently while leading the mule. He felt a little uneasy and prayed that the tieflings did not notice anything strange about him.

"Stop."

The tiefling guard captain said.

Naven quickly tightened his hood, pretending to be nonchalant, and wanted to pass by.

But the tiefling guards held him back with their gleaming bayonets crossed.

"Sir, I am just a passing merchant. If you..."

Naven wanted to reach out and take out some money.

But the tiefling guard captain took out a piece of parchment with gilded text.

"You must be His Excellency Naven Besarius."

"Please come with me. The great Ember Emperor has already foreseen the arrival of Cassander's envoy. His Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time."

"What?"

Naven was suddenly shocked.

His mission was a secret visit and was not disclosed to any outsiders, but the emperor already knew about it.

Could it be that he really has the power to know everything and predict the future, as the rumors in the Burning Ember Empire say?

"Please come with me."

The tiefling urged again.

With great anxiety, Naven led the mule and entered the city under the guard of the tiefling patrol.

The city was full of people coming and going, and there were many players wearing strange clothes.

A group of fully armed soldiers.

A mule.

An inconspicuous merchant.

This combination is indeed a bit strange.

Naven walked and looked at the buildings of different styles on both sides of the road.

But seeing that it was the Imperial Guards performing official duties, most of the pedestrians just looked at it for a few more times and then went about their own business. After all, obstructing official duties is a serious crime.

"What does that NPC do?"

"I don't know. Anyone caught by the Imperial Guards must be a big shot."

"Isn't it a spy from the south?"

"Last time, they caught a remnant of the North. It is said that he died not long after being caught."

"Is there any hidden mission?"

"Don't worry about it. It's none of our business. We might as well move more bricks with this time. Gold coins are not easy to earn now. It seems that all mining tasks have been replaced by skeletons."

The players talked about it nonchalantly, but they didn't dare to get close. However, their words made Naven quite ashamed.

Suddenly, the sound of a whistle sounded, attracting his attention.

"Woo-woo-"

"We have arrived at Beifengbao Road Station, and the next stop is the Empire's Seventh Military Factory."

"Please get off first and get on later, don't crowd, and line up to enter."

Under Naven's surprised eyes, the "monster" made of steel drove over the track, and clouds of gray-white smoke spewed out from the pipes on its top.

Those who were waiting on the roadside had long been accustomed to this. They just yawned, waiting for the people on the car to get off, and then lined up to enter at the shouts of the crew.

"Citizens! Please pay attention to order!"

From time to time, sheriffs riding flying dragons flew across the sky, but people were not surprised, just whispering.

Some players were still discussing topics such as "This bastard fined me fifty copper coins last time" and "It's his son of a bitch again."

Several ogres wearing oversized tuxedos came towards them on the street. Their bellies bulged their shirts inside, and even the buttons were about to burst.

The leader was holding a gentleman's cane in his hand and wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, looking quite "aristocratic".

"Isn't this Mr. Big Head?"

"Good day, Viscount Big Head."

"I wish you a good appetite today."

People were not afraid at all, but greeted respectfully, and some even came forward to flatter, and the ogre nodded in response one by one.

There were many similar scenes.

"This city."

"It's really strange, it's different from all the places I've been before."

Naven Besalius looked around at the bizarre scene around him and couldn't help thinking so. (End of this chapter)